Chocolate chip cookies

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“women are meant to be sacrificial, that’s how god intended it.” Link to my project proposal on intergenerational trauma: 


My destination was Moma but I think these signs from the universe were more significant pieces of art. Thank you universe, for fighting for me.

I think it started about two years ago. I was forced to come up with a morning routine because my lifestyle was making my mental health worse. I started to eat breakfast everyday, wake up at the same time and drink only tea. As soon as I started to follow a routine, I started to not only feel better but excel in school work. Little by little, I started adding things to my routine and creating boundaries. getting sleep was a must. Eating was a must. My basic needs were not being neglected anymore and once I had achieved this, I was able to move further. I realized that I enjoyed doing basic things. I started to really have conversations with myself to hear and feel what my body needs. when I take my first sip of coffee in the morning, I try to fully notice how it tastes and smells.  When I eat, I observe how my body feels. I take these little things seriously and I call this the practice of mindfulness. It has transformed my thinking, the way I take care of myself, and the way I interact with others. 

Food is attractive because of its color. This photo in black in white does not give the same attractiveness as it does in color. In color, I would want to eat all these apples. I would also appreciate the light that makes this photo warm. But in black and white, there is no warmth. It feels much cooler.

Likes and dislikes. Likes:
Chai
Soft sweatshirts 
Chocolate 
Being in the company of children
Chick fil a
Cozy in blankets on a cold day
planning/organizing 
Breakfast
Sunlight and plants
mau Dislikes: Clutter 
Sour fruit 
Heights 
Tunnels 
Tight spaces 
Hot weather 
Humidity 
Mau being sick

It’s the little things that bring me back. color, sunlight and fresh air. Roaming around with no specific destination. Noticing the way the sun shines through even when we try to keep it out. Taking deeper breaths and really feeling each one. It’s the little things. 

Pumpkin picking with my little sister. I had promised her we would go on the weekend. I came home at 8 am from my night shift, slept a bit and then dragged myself to get up again. the things I do for her...

The staff was very friendly and let me take some pictures. The BLM pin caught my eye really fast. It’s bright red and demanding. Exactly as it should be. 

I usually spend a lot of time smelling and touching samples. I think that’s part of the reason why I consider this a self care activity, it’s physically soothing. But this time, I couldn't touch anything. I couldn’t take my mask off to smell it either. This is what their store looks like now- very limited products that are already packed up to go. 

I needed to take a break and use a big chunk of day for self care. I went to lush to buy some massage bars/bath bombs 

brain things 

I think I want my graduation picture to be me sitting on top of all the textbooks I’ve read and notebooks I’ve filled. 

My study spot for the day

the calm after the storm