The Effects Of Trauma

Warning: The following post may contain graphic images (I’m being dramatic, it doesn’t.) Castor oil… if you grew up in any sort of brown (Indian) household, you know exactly why this would fall under trauma. Now I’m not entirely sure if this is something that just South African Indians practice, or if it extends to

You Are What You Eat

There’s one thing in this world that I know better than anything else and that’s food! I could never have been a chef because I’m a little piggy who would eat up all the orders…I could never be a dietitian because I hate the way that they are required to categorize deliciousness as if it

The Power Of Choice

So aptly titled by my brother…he just didn’t know that he was naming my new post! If you have come across my page, my Instagram, my anything…like literally anything…you will know that I do not have blood running through my veins…I have syrup! If it has sugar in it…you can pretty much bet your life

Maintaining Momentum

Guest Post By: Wes Getting started is easy. Well as easy as one allows it to be. For the sake of this article I am going to categorically negate the initial phases.  So we have succeeded in starting. Whatever that may be. The excitement, the allure, the fresh energy necessitates copious amounts of work coupled

Holding Onto My Youth

Holding Onto My Youth As much as I hate this word…I lack a clearer definitive directive. We weren’t really ever ‘children’. We had to grow up at the time of inception. We were allowed to. We just chose not to. As immature as I am, I lack many of the experiences associated with being ‘young.’

Do The Things

My friend and I have a saying, “we need to do all the things…” It’s almost like our call to action to each other and to ourselves, to stop existing and start living! How often do we get caught up in our routines, the schedules we have decided other people want us or need us

Swish And Flick

I’ve always wanted to be able to do a headstand, but I have a severe fear of being upside down. Rolling, tumbling, cartwheels…any of those things that normal kids are meant to be able to do were always just not in my list of playtime skills. I personally blame my mother… Fine I also personally

Normal Is The New Abnormal

The internet is a dark, DARK place…if you are like me, you can open up a page looking for a recipe…suddenly…you’re 30000 posts down reading about Mickey Mouses favorite color when he was 10. I’ve always had a very definitive idea of what life was and what it could be like…I believed in my fairytale