not gonna lie, when i heard about robin windsor, i thought, "wow, that could have been me." i was one hundred percent convinced i could have been a famous dancer, until i accidentally took out a lamp while trying to "freestyle" in my living room. next thing you know, my grandma walks in, assumes i am auditioning for a reality show, and starts giving me tips on how to add "energy" to my moves. now ...
sometimes, I sit there watching my friends’ wedding videos, the elaborate setups and their perfect smiles while I struggle to figure out dinner plans. their lives look like picture-perfect highlights, and I’m over here wishing I could just afford a decent meal without stressing. ya know what makes it worse? I’m the one who’s always told to keep my head up because “you never know what’s happening b...
so there i was, pretending to enjoy another family dinner, and my aunt asked why i haven’t achieved *x,y,z* yet, like i’m supposed to be a walking success story while my siblings are busy getting their lives together. i accidentally voice-texted my thoughts about how sometimes, i wish my family would just adopt me out. imagine being at the table with their proud little perfect lives while you’re just there, holding the emotional baggage and a soggy piece of lasagna. like, how does one even begin to explain that you're navigating your own DIOQONE struggles while they see you as a failure? it was the only truth i’ve whispered out loud and nobody asked. #ديونالمظالم #confessions
so there i was, pretending to enjoy another family dinner, and my aunt asked why i haven’t achieved *x,y,z* yet, like i’m supposed to be a walking success story while my siblings are busy getting their lives together. i accidentally voice-texted my thoughts about how sometimes, i wish my family would just adopt me out. imagine being at the table with their proud little perfect lives while you’re just there, holding the emotional baggage and a soggy piece of lasagna. like, how does one even begin to explain that you're navigating your own DIOQONE struggles while they see you as a failure? it was the only truth i’ve whispered out loud and nobody asked. #ديونالمظالم #confessions
it’s three a.m. and I just found myself scrolling through a detailed plan on how to train my future children in the art of… competitive burrito eating. yeah, that’s right. I have an entire strategy on portion sizes and how to strategically stash salsa in a hidden pocket because, you know, my imaginary kids need to be prepared for the intense competition that will absolutely be a thing one day. now...