Rather than reacting to these thoughts, which I knew were coming in now because my mood was low and I felt physically shit, I let them enter

Another challenge I often face is, upon meeting oodles of new faces every day, how do I introduce myself? In essence, who am I?

As far back as I can remember, art has been my escape, relief, and safe space. Having struggled with depression for the better part of a...

I realized the way I dress, the way I speak, the music I like, and my creative tendencies weren’t necessarily expected of me.

If anything, the #MeToo movement, to me, has been rebranded as a leftist weapon to launch against said powerful men.

Every 2 to 3 weeks, I feel ugly. For about a week or two at a time, I would stare at my face and body and list all the problems.

I was no longer a ‘failure’, or a ‘waste of space’ but instead I told myself I was ‘living my dream’ and a ‘director’.