Miss Kangwato

I'm just now done clearing my desk and putting all my work stuff in order, safely in boxes, deleted some folders I feel have become redundant, in preparations for the Christmas holiday that is finally here with us. While doing this I just thought of how happy packing to go for this particular holiday used to make me feel. The excitement isn't as intense now as it used to be when I was a child, with parents who back then took the burden of ensuring that we had a good time. We are now the parents! We now gotta worry about everyone else and ensure they get Christmas memories worth holding onto. Who'd have thought this would happen? Too soon perhaps? Growing up is a scam, right?! The Pandemic year!  YOOO! This has been a year an a half! Not only has it been confusing, it's brought with it loss, grief, sadness, you name it! It's just been one hell of a funky year that started well, got worse, then now ends with uncertainty still lingering in the air. The menace is still ...

Body insecurities. ​Do I have any? YES. Despite now being the time I feel the sexiest and/or healthiest, I’ve still got major body insecurities. I feel like I’m insecure about a certain part of my body every day. One day I might be worried sick about how long my arms are, another day how wide/big my head is, lol. The one constant and probably long struggle I’ve had is my skin. I don’t know whether calling it sensitive fits the whole situation but my skin is pretty delicate and it’s got a lot of things going on. It being the largest organ worsens the situation because it’s all I see and while I don’t give much thought to other parts of my body that aren’t aesthetically pleasing, this one I think about pretty often. We don’t pay much attention to our bodies until some changes start to actively show, like say hitting puberty. I was a very late bloomer. Stuff like breasts and having periods happened to me way late into High School days. While my peers were experiencing cramps I was sil...