Religiosity and Social Justice

I don’t usually have Facebook Messenger installed, but I do install it periodically for the sake of clearing out that little notification in the upper right hand corner. Most of the messages I get are requests to forward to ten friends for good luck but sometimes, a message is meant specifically for me, and really…

Paper Bag

It’s amazing how I can’t remember a damned thing that happened last week, but I can remember specific instances that stood out in prekindergarten. When I was a four year old in Mrs. Merganhagen’s class at E.C.C.#61, we did lots of arts and crafts projects. The most memorable one to me was the self-portrait project…

More of Afsana’s Favorite Things

It’s been a really long time since my last favorite things post, so I figured it was time for another. Instead of featuring stuff I wish random people would buy for me as gifts, I wanted to highlight stuff that I’ve actually tried and loved. Urban Decay Total Perversion Reloaded This set comes with Urban…

For Lack of a Better Word

It’s obvious to anyone who tunes in to social media, watches the news, or reads the paper that racial tension in this country is a serious problem. Some people would blame the rhetoric of certain political figures, but I disagree. These figures haven’t inspired feelings of hatred in anyone, but rather lent bravery to people…

A Series of Unfotunate (and Embarrassing) Events

The prevalence of social media in today’s society inspires us to put our very best foot forward whenever people are watching. And if our best foot isn’t impressive, there’s the option of using filters. After a while, it can get a bit discouraging. You may look at someone else’s Instagram feed and wonder how it…

Wet Foot, Dry Foot

Whenever I use the ladies’ room at work, I always do my best to leave a courtesy stall between myself and any other occupants. Obviously, this isn’t always an option. Sometimes, every other stall is in use. Other times, every other stall is filthy. But unless such circumstances exist, you can always count on me…

I Am But a Woman

When half of the act bears all the sin, Injustice is merely our flawed perception. Every one of us is Hester Prynne; Secondary status bequeathed to us with lofty deception. Those in positions of power wear skin of piety, Hiding the acts they claim to detest with lies And while we’re admonished for our shortcomings…

The Longest Race

This was a very difficult post for me to write, but it needed to be written nonetheless. On December 3, 2016, I began my first half marathon in over two years. It was the first race I ever registered for that I didn’t feel good about. I hadn’t been eating well, hadn’t been training much…

You Don’t Want My Money

I recently went to an Academy Sports store here in Orlando on a quest for compression socks and energy chews for an upcoming race. The parking lot was almost empty, and I initially thought the store was closed. Upon closer inspection, I realized they were open and went on inside. There were quite a few…

Fat Girl in a Little Coat

I strongly dislike the term plus sized. It implies that there’s an exclusive club for folks who are considered normal, and you aren’t in it if you wear clothes that are larger than what society has determined to be acceptable. You aren’t allowed through the doors of the clubhouse, so you press your face close…