I. Hair, the bane of my existence

At UWC Changshu China, I was approached by one of the students. They were gathering personal stories about hair. Their question to each individual was “What does hair mean to me?” Beauty. Insecurity. Were my immediate thoughts. How many of us girls told by our elders, “Aeboojoj eo an kora ej aetokin kool in boran….

V. To be disowned

Content warning: Please read with extreme care. Stop reading if you cannot continue. Don’t push yourself. It’s ok. On the other window, our mother who just as passionately wanted to protect our family’s reputation and my siblings from our society’s pharisaic tongues. For these tongues are adept at casting the victims account, neuter said victim,…