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That’s What Matters — Tatyana – 8/24/2016
#ThatsWhatMatters August 24, 2016 Do you believe black lives matter? Do you believe white lives matter? Do you believe all lives matter? Well, I’m here to tell you that your answers, be they affirmative or not, don’t matter. Why? Because … Continue reading
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Tagged Black Lives Matter, perceptions, racial emotion, racism, white condescension
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NaNoWriMo Sucks — Tatyana – 11/19/2015
NaNoWriMo Sucks November 19, 2015 NaNoWriMo sucks. Before anyone thinks I’m saying this because I’m behind, don’t. Am I behind? Totally. Am I *really* behind? Again: totally. But that is not even the point. Or maybe it is. Maybe it … Continue reading
Fiction Mimics Life — Tatyana – 9/17/2015
Fiction Mimics Life September 17, 2015 I started writing in sixth grade, after I met a classmate who wrote her own stories. Up to that point, my classmates made me nervous, so I would rather fold into myself and hide … Continue reading
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Tagged life imitates fiction, loving yourself, our life story, rewriting your life, self-perception
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Speaking of Cake… — Tatyana – 7/8/2015
Speaking of Cake… July 8, 2015 A few days ago I went to the doctor and discovered I’m at a weight I’ve never before reached. Not in a good way. I’ve gained weight. This number shocked me. First, I had … Continue reading
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Tagged being yourself, body weight, confidence, overcoming anxieties, self-acceptance
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I Am Not My Hair — Tatyana – 6/17/2015
I Am Not My Hair I recently “big chopped” (cut all my hair off), and the experience has opened my eyes to both society’s expectations and the effect they’ve had on my own. At thirteen years old my mom came … Continue reading