Embarrassment
Nutella or Avocado: Why Moderation Tastes Better Than Extremes.
I am five three and weigh 130 pounds. That is about 59 kilograms. On paper, everything says I should feel fine about my body and what I eat. Yet somehow, I do not. Even now, even after years of struggling to find a healthy balance, I feel guilty when I eat. I have bounced from one extreme diet to another. Low carb, high protein, raw, juice cleanses, calorie counting, fasting. I tried them all. Some made me dizzy, some left me irritable, and a few I am almost certain made me physically sick. I recovered, yes, but the emotional scars linger. Food has felt like both a battleground and a reward, and I am tired of fighting.
By Test6 months ago in Confessions
I Almost Killed My Fiancé… He Still Married Me.
Have you ever done something so awful, you almost can’t live it down? I have. I almost killed my fiancé. It happened a long time ago so I’m sure he won’t mind that I tell this story. It was one of my worst days, and the guilt still haunts me sometimes.
By Elizabeth Woods6 months ago in Confessions
The Letters I Wrote But Never Sent
I never thought I would write letters. Not in an age of texts, tweets, and fleeting messages that vanish before they are even felt. But at seventeen, with restless hands and an aching heart, I found myself clutching a pen as if it could finally say what my lips never dared.
By Shehzad Anjum6 months ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 18
I said before that my ideas are the same sober or drunk. I now realize that it all comes down to spirituality and emotional management. I believe this is where the iron will comes from, although in the early stages of establishing willpower, it is best to avoid alcohol and cigarettes. This is not a priority for me since alcohol is permitted in my faith, but I have had no negative experiences with it; therefore, I cannot drink.
By TheNaeth6 months ago in Confessions
THE RACIAL BURDEN
Some people feel it every day, without knowing the name. Others learn about it through books or personal experience. The “racial burden” — or charge raciale, as French writer Douce Dibondo calls it — is the invisible weight carried by many people of color in societies where whiteness is the norm.
By Bubble Chill Media 6 months ago in Confessions
Your Biggest Teacher Will Always Be Pain
Introduction: The Shattering Sound of Silence Heartbreak doesn’t announce itself. It arrives quietly, like a thief, taking away the person you thought would stay forever. One moment, you’re making plans together; the next, you’re staring at your phone, reading a message that feels like a punch to the chest.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Confessions
The Lady in the Square
There was not a lot of joy in my hometown that day. I was a student, and I had to use the downtown core in order to earn some extra money for my studies. And it was a beautiful day in the city. The sun had hit us with more heat than we deserved, but I still had to dress fairly conservatively for my work (I was a runner at the library and would be brought to different floors to return and restack books, handle damaged material, and generally assure others that the library had no disturbances that did not require the security guards I never saw). That must have been the reason why there were so many conferences and meetings in our city. I knew vaguely of the gatherings at the convention centre and could see the people who huddled in the lobby of the hotel that was attached to the mall. But it had nothing to do with me or my work…or so I thought.
By Kendall Defoe 6 months ago in Confessions
