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763 - Variations on the theme of Hope

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This piece is about hope. To whoever is reading, I hope it gives you hope, as it has given me hope writing it :) Hope in a dark night: There is something about the night that frightens me. It is not the darkness, not the living alone in a big house in a different county, not about the crimes that I heard on local news. There is something symbolic about the night itself that frightens me. It is the time when the utter loneliness is exposed and very little can be done in distraction, the time when scenes of abandonment and rejection replay themselves, and the time when existential crises creep up and survival instincts are the weakest. I spent night after night under layers of sheets, shaking and crying, from physical and emotional shame, my rationality completely giving way to a feeling of utter lack of safety in this world: flashing wounds of betrayal and resentment, consuming fear and the disappointments of not being enough.  But then there is still hope: in the idea that "If I g

758 - Where I am from

Life as I know it began its existence before I formally accepted the challenge. It is a massive multiplayer game called reality, and I was thrown into the game regardless of my will. Before grade school, I began to question the merit of playing. I observed dramas of the adult life. Diminishing words cast against one another, judgements tacitly passed by a gesture and grimace or a sound. In one instance punches were thrown, and the one that missed the target landed on the closet door. In the aftermath, I watched strewn books on the floor, pages torn, that my parents have used as projectiles against each other. When my parents took the incident to the downstairs, I sat and cried and found the pieces of a torn cover of a Bible and tried to stitch the pieces together. After the incident, the relationship was mended, leaving no trace of brokenness; a united front was again formed to continue the facade. Nothing really reminded any one of the trauma that except the hole in the closet. Twenty

677 - A New Past

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It began with a dental appointment on Tuesday. I saw my X-ray photos on the screen: I have over 12 crowns in my mouth, three bridges, and almost all teeth have had a root canal; my front teeth are not my natural teeth but are three crowns forming a bridge. I am scared daily of accidentally cracking one of the roots so I would have to replace them with implants. These are X-ray photos that would alarm a seasoned dentist. If it were in the US and such an outcome were to happen to a teenager or young adult, someone needs to be in jail. My first dentist once asked me how did I come to this stage, I did not know what to answer; there are only so many things I can blame my parents for, and I am way beyond the phase for that. I know people with much greater difficulties or ailments, and what I am facing is only a fraction of theirs. But I could not take it. I am 31, and in a few years, I will have to replace many teeth with implants. It’s January, and I have already maxed out the insurance al

644 - How (not) to Have a Breast Augmentation Surgery

When I was a child, I took notice of the bras in the closet and asked, “What are they?” In one of the few interactions I had with my father, he answered, “They are helmet for a fighter pilot.” It didn’t take me long to figure out there were no pilots in the family, much less for a fighter jet, but the memory stuck. Two decades later, two years into my male-to-female transition, I found myself at a crossroads: My body did not respond well to estrogen; my breast development stopped after a very brief period of growth. I had very little breast tissue that fell short of filling an A-cup. After reaching out to my health insurance provider for breast augmentation surgery, I was soon given a surgery date. I went to the consultation, felt the silicone implants myself, and decided on the size. I was ready to go. And I canceled the surgery, two weeks before the date. It was not an action out of my own willingness (as I perceived at the time), and I blamed it on my phone call with my