Chapter 4: Pale with Grief
Something… felt strange.
Enka slowly awakened from her slumber, but at the last second, resisted the urge to open her eyes. For some reason, her gut told them to keep them shut as the realization dawned on her that she was no longer laying on the bed of the ship. Although she didn’t remember the exact moment she’d lost consciousness and slipped away from the world, she knew that the soft sensation under her head was not the hardwood bed of the ship she’d fallen asleep on.
She also didn’t need to open her eyes…
Chapter 3: Drifting Off
Exploring the ship was a decently fun distraction, for whatever that was worth. It was a distracting yet fruitful venture that gave Enka some solace in knowing she was making progress in gathering her bearings in the new setting.
She had found the kitchen, which was stocked with a decent supply of perishable and nonperishable food. Although she heard her stomach grumble, the idea of eating made her physically sick. She ultimately grabbed some hardened bread from one of the pantries to nibble on. It was bland enough that she thought she might be able to…
Chapter 2: Scourged Shores
Enka’s body was a cacophony of shivers and agony as the woman struggled to lift her weary body from the sand. Enka found the powdery sand unusually solid and, upon cracking her eyes open, saw that it was due to how much blood had soaked into the ground.
Questions rattled through her brain like bingo balls in a cage. Where was she? How much time had passed?
Eyes wide with horror, she fought to stand up with all her might. Once upright, she scanned the surrounding territory. …
To describe Manioc as flourishing would be the understatement of the millennium.
The entire island was a swirling yet attractive oasis of cloud-covered mountains blended and lush foliage amidst rows of colorfully paneled shops and lodges. Darkly lacquered woods trimmed multi-level boutiques and pastel-colored storefronts.
Meanwhile, hidden along the island’s more secluded pathways were luxurious villas with polished marble fountains and facades draped with greenery. Bananas and plantain trees were so abundant that all a resident of these luxurious homes had to do was reach over the banister of their private balcony to grab a bushel for breakfast.
Yes, I’m serious.
In the past month, I have moved into a new apartment. I moved with no furniture because all the pieces I had from my parents’ house were hand-me-downs from my mom’s teenage years (yes, even the mattress). If her vintage Sears collection had somehow miraculously managed to survive the trip down two flights of stairs, they most definitely would have not survived being pushed up two more flights of stairs by two very non-professional movers.
That being said, I elected to purchase new furniture. I tried to thrift as many pieces as possible for the sake of…
Terms like ‘productivity’ and ‘self-care’ get thrown around a lot.
Type either of those words into any search engine or social media site and you’ll be greeted with pages of aesthetic Pinterest boards, tutorials on implementing the Pomodoro Technique, listicle lifehack lists, and Instagram posts where the glorified picture of success is a young adult in wire-frame glasses and a cable-knit sweater sipping chai tea at their immaculate work desk.
I have some bad news. The cavalry is not coming. …
The years between 26–30 have been interesting so far.
Growing up, the age of 18 was touted as being the official marker of adulthood. You could finally register to vote and exercise your most powerful civic duty. When you turned 16, you can drive! That’s also pretty cool.
When you turn 26, you…get your own insurance. Fun.
The media seems to fancy the narrative that everyone stops being capable of badassery between ages 17–22. After that, characters are usually 30+, and they’re considered ‘seasoned’ or ‘older’. …
What’s the result of excessive deprivation and discipline for long periods of time to attain what you perceive as the true form of yourself?
It’s different for everyone. For me, the result is in the title.
National Eating Disorder Awareness Week (Feb. 21–28) in 2021 just passed, and it feels like the right time to tell my story.
You already know there are two big elephants in the room. Breaking down each one is important to realize how these two different-looking jigsaw pieces can slot together.
“Wait, there’s a difference?” some of you may be asking.
In an age where…
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