I am reading I know why the caged bird sings by Maya Angelou, it is the scene near the end of the book where
“Foko el fak, relax your eyebrows,” Salma utters from my laptop screen as I try in vain to keep another sweaty grunt in, swear
Lately I’ve been asked to check in with my body a lot. The body doesn’t lie, The body keeps the score, it’s all in
“God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can and wisdom to know the
“Bright lip or dark lip?” I ask her turning my head towards the mirror. “Dark.” “Hair up or down?” “Down.” “Open toed or close-toed
It is regular Monday morning and I am scrolling through my list of friends wondering if there’s anyone I can call up to meet

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