Statement

.

How often do you put yourself down? Talk to yourself in negative way? Tell yourself that you’re not good enough?

Really think about how often you do this to yourself.

.

The sun is beaming and so are you. You get a text that makes you smile, but you put your phone into your pocket before responding. You have on your headphones and the volume is maxed out, this is the playlist that blares through.

.

Dear hair,

Thank you for sticking with me throughout all the years.

From the hair frying days of high school to the box braids that were worn way too long.

.

I.

it’s past midnight and i start thinking about my umma[1] dying again. she’s not dead, but as my head starts to spin i think—

.

Dating. A word that is thrown around casually at home in America is a word that, if uttered in an Indian household, causes the television’s volume to be lowered, the newspaper to be slowly folded, and the hustle and bustle to come to a standstill.

.

She touched my lips on the first day in May

Her lips made the cold go away

My heart was iced over

Frozen solid, stone cold

.

Where Love is Real

There is a place where love is real,

And after hate is concealed,

And there the sky is kind and blue,

.

As a Chinese-American bisexual girl, my love and sex life have been a mess from the start. Long before I knew I was also into girls, I was super into boys, and not afraid to be upfront about it.

.

I’ve had very little experience with love. But I have seen enough romantic comedies starring Ryan Gosling and have listened enough songs by Rex Orange County and Frank Ocean to at least know that Love is a complicated emotion.

.

As long as I can remember, and perhaps even before, I have been a hopeless romantic. I had my first crush on a girl when I was three; when I was eight, I still had a crush on her and reflected this by giving her a pair of earrings that my mom helped me make.