I second-guess myself a lot in my life. I think that's something I'll always have to deal with; it's just a part of me, like muscular thighs and hair that doesn't hold curl. So it's been a bit of a monkey on my back in law school, because there are so many smart people and people who come off as if they can do it all. It's not as if I've never ( Read more... )

I hesitate to write this, as it makes me sound like a freak of the highest order, but I consider it a personal milestone, and that's worth recording.

So.

I made it out of the house wearing leggings today. And, though I received no verbal confirmation from anyone on the street or in the subway, I think I did OK ( Read more... )

It's fall in Chicago. The air is crisp, the kind of weather that makes your arms cross in front of you and your hands shove in your pockets. It feels familiar.I'm back from D.C. I miss my boyfriend. My heart feels kind of disoriented without him, like I don't know where I am. Jet-lag for the lovelorn. Everytime I think about it, I have to squint my ( Read more... )

I introduced Ayan to Crazy tonight. By Crazy, I mean that unfortunate persona I reveal when particularly insecure and/or stressed. Since this week brought out both those emotions (among others), Crazy descended with a vengeance. It started lightly, like the drizzle from a gray sky ( Read more... )

I decided this weekend that, after much hemming and hawing, I am an introvert ( Read more... )

Rereading last night's entry--and all of your lovely, insightful comments!--makes me think I gave a false impression ( Read more... )

The thing about my mom is that she's a little, erm ... vain. And she freely admits it. Anything that will stop or hesitate the aging process (or even because it sounds fun and is expensive), she's on board.

I, on the other hand, have a more laid-back perspective in regards to my appearance, in that I tend to put off haircuts for months and my ( Read more... )

Yuji and I went to the Virginia wine festival yesterday. I, being the grand idiot that I am, wore cropped jeans and a t-shirt, the modern-day equivalent of a chain mail oven. I roasted. It was as hot as I can remember ever being. Multiple times I thought I might collapse from the heat. But that's no reason not to celebrate, I reasoned, as I got ( Read more... )

The demons are back.

The worst thing about going to a bar with the demons is that they like to talk -- whisper, actually.

Look at her arms, the catty one says, while we stand next to each other in front of the mirror. So thin.

I love her shirt, the brash one whispers. You could never pull that off. And before I have time to argue I can feel ( Read more... )