I think a lot of us walk into a new year under a lot of pressure. ‘New year, new me.’ You’ve promised yourself you’d right your wrongs, and be left brand spanking new. After a year of trauma, suicide attempts, and confusion – when things started to get better late 2015, I was glad of…… Continue reading 2016
I know I’m not good enough! I know I’m a misfit – everything is wrong with me! But why won’t anyone tell me what it is, so I can fix it? – Danica Arthur-Asante. January 2014 Whose standard was I living by? Because the funny thing about the declaration that I wasn’t “good enough”, was…… Continue reading “Good enough”
Fear or no fear, it hurt. It left me feeling like I had done something wrong. – Danica Arthur Asante. November 2013. This is new for me. Given the chance, I can happily indulge in chatter about things that don’t mean much. The stuff I don’t feel for, or have detached myself from. But opening…… Continue reading Fear.
My frame screaming out beneath. I want to change. I want my skin to cling to the waves of my infrastructure, like a new born child's hands at the first touch of a relative. I hate myself, and that's as blunt as I can be. Strong words from a girl who's not petite, but do… Continue reading Fat
I'm drowning. I'm struggling to breathe through my thoughts, And I’m pushed aside by the rhythmical tide. Every time I settle, I'm thrown about. Maybe if I rebel against the movement, The change will rush past? I don't know any more. Sorry I can't hear you. The salt is stinging my eyes and I can't… Continue reading Under