i've written about practically starving myself whenever my boyfriend is about to visit. post-visit though, i allow myself a "mourning period" wherein i feel free to eat whatever and whenever i want. i usually give myself a week for this. of course, that week always extends to a couple of weeks to a couple of months. like right now ( Read more... )

when i was going through that awkward stage called "puberty" (even now the word is highly unappealing), i'd look at my body in the mirror and can only come up with one word to describe it: GROTESQUE. there i was, a bit skinnier than most and where there should be a straight line joining my waist to my thighs were these huge convex protrusions ( Read more... )

after a panel interview for a stint in Boracay, i told my interviewers to have a good weekend.

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and then i realized that it was only TUESDAY. fuck.my baby sister just got home from school and promptly slammed the screen door behind her, pouting in her St. Scho uniform that i myself first wore almost 2 decades ago. she ( Read more... )