When I was 5 years old, I wanted a Barbie. I wanted a Barbie so that I could see what perfection was without ever becoming it myself. So that I could envision myself[…]
Tag: childhood
Greyscale
What do these texts suggest about the ways in which individuals take responsibility for themselves or others? (Polished Personal) Responding to William Klein’s 1955 photograph with connections based on creating a story for the child[…]
To English with Love
“Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight, For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.” – Romeo and Juliet (Act I, Scene 5) Whether you stroll through the cobbled streets of Paris[…]
Loser for Love
I don’t know who I am, and that’s the truth. It’s as true as the blemishes on my skin and the weariness of my hands. I’m the figure enshrouded in mist, a small stone statue[…]
To Watch Them Thrive
Below is a piece I would consider to accurately represent my experience of my first three years of high school. I feel like it depicts my comfort in the safety of watching very well, as[…]
The Art of Flying
When I was little, I used to dream about flying. These dreams were the same, every single time. I would stand on the roof of my bedroom, hands outstretched and trying to catch the gleaming[…]
The Colour of Corruption
White is a beautiful colour. White is a quiet and peaceful expression of childhood – it is pure, innocent, virtuous. White exists as a perfect combination of every colour in the spectrum – it is[…]
Growing Up in Neverland
Ever since I was little, I wanted so desperately to fly. I wanted to press my palm into the fabric of the sky, paint the earth with the colours of the sunrise. Flight occupied[…]
Who Am I?–A Portrait
~ PART ONE–THE FACADE ~ ~ When I look in the mirror, I see a girl whose desire is painted green. Green. Like the gem she was named after or the light burning furiously at[…]
This Loving
I love you. We’ve all heard these words before. We’ve said them before. We’ve given them out like they were candies wrapped in little blue boxes with silver strings, we’ve imagined them into our[…]