Postscript

Last Words

Leaving law school and my guilt behind

I was thirteen years old when I performed my first magic trick. All I had to do was say the words “law school” to my parents, and they’d transform into different people. The perpendicular worry-lines which marked my mother’s forehead softened. My father smiled.Continue...

Mourning my almost-lives

In Nairobi, the ghosts of all the women I could have been cascaded in and out of my body.Continue...

Rediscovering my love for music in adulthood

At the age of four, I first picked up a violin and started learning the language of music as an extension of my self-expression.Continue...

I’m both a journalist and a philosopher, and my work is better for it

As I approach the end of my graduate coursework, I’ve been trying to find the words to define what my time as a philosophy student has taught me.Continue...

Abortions, apathy, and forcing empowerment

On Feb. 1, I took a pregnancy test in a campus bathroom.Continue...

Starting to fall in love with my Blackness

Racism is inescapable.Continue...

Fighting mental health stigma starts from within

Growing up, the only time I can remember learning about mental health was through my hockey association’s charity.Continue...

Finding a language I can call my own

Ever since my family immigrated to Canada, I’ve been trying to find the perfect balance between Russian, the language of my family, and English, the language of my new home.Continue...

In an industry gatekept by nepotism and whiteness, I have to seek my own creative catharsis

No matter where I go, I see media reflecting a society that centers on whiteness, no matter how “inclusive” they claim to be.Continue...

Trying to lose my virginity shattered my views on sex

The night I lost my virginity, things didn’t go the way I’d planned.

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Restructuring my relationship with food

The way I look was one of the only sources of control I had over my life.Continue...

Parting with my roots is more difficult than I expected

In April of 2019, I moved back to Prince Edward County for the final time.Continue...

‘Red’ grew up with me in ‘Taylor’s Version’

When the original version of Red was released, I was in middle school.Continue...

Letting go of my fears of the world ending

I spent my childhood waiting for the world to end.

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I’m going to stop performing my queerness for validation

I experience an enormous amount of pressure to perform my queerness to the perfect rhythm.Continue...

There’s more to running than burning calories

Part of my self-worth has always been tied to my appearance.Continue...

Not a girl: Exploring my gender identity

Back in twelfth grade, I wrote a panicked journal entry beginning with the line, “I don’t think I’m a girl.”Continue...

Overthinking is my Shakespearean tragedy

Overthinking has absorbed my university life. I find myself bound by standards for and perceptions of myself—and sometimes it goes overboard.Continue...

My American citizenship branded me an ‘other’ at Queen’s

On my first day at Queen’s, I drove to Kingston with my parents in a U-Haul, unloaded my things on my floor in Gordon Brockington Hall, and understood what it meant to be an outsider in Canada.Continue...

Achieving the 'that girl' aesthetic is harder than you think

It’s been exactly one year and one month since I slurped on a bowl of authentic Taiwanese beef noodle soup. One year and one month since I've seen my parents, not through a small black screen, but in person.Continue...

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