Love, May
Letters, random thoughts, reviews
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Letters from Mom: remember when we first met?
Remember when we first met? Haha! Of course you don’t. But as your mom, that day was and is one of the most unforgettable days of my life. It was the first (and only, so far) surgery I had and I was really scared. I even asked one of the nurses if I could poop while waiting for the doctor because I was so, so nervous. I just laugh at myself everytime I remember that, such an embarassing mom. Haha. It was around ten minutes after I arrived to the operating room when my doctor came (don’t worry, I didn’t have an active and painful labor, thank God you were a…
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My curious case of didelphys
Advance note: This article is not for your sensitive and closed minds. I used a lot of girl terms that you may find kadiri or whatever, so if you are interested to read this, I need you to open your mind, and try to understand women’s experiences – yeah, especially you, guys. By the way, there also is penis didelphys and I think it’s way weirder. I was 13 when I had my first menstruation. It was just a normal day, I was preparing for school, and since I was already familiar with what “mens” was, i just casually told my mom “ma, may dugo.” As a Pinay mom and…
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May Day: when confidence is silent and insecurities are loud + some things worth sharing
I wrote this crappy little article on my Tumblr blog waaaay back, talking about my lack of confidence and insecurities. Honestly, I can’t understand my words before, but I get the point – I was insecure and I was feeling guilty for myself. Today, as inspired with an article from Dr. Melanie Greenberg, I’m sharing my stories and thoughts again with hopefully well-written words, or at least better than how I wrote it before. Insecurity driven by perfectionism that leads to social anxiety I have lots of curvy and sexy Facebook friends and, honestly, I envy their perfectly fit bodies, so I tried working on my own. As I scroll…
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May Day: My “when it rains, it pours” moment + some things worth sharing
Just recently, I had the most depressing moments yet in my life. I knew things like these are coming, but it really feels different when bad stuff are already in front of your face, laughing. There was no single day that I didn’t cry because I felt that was the only thing I could do. This time, I didn’t cry on anyone’s shoulders, I didn’t rant on Facebook, I didn’t tell the story and more info on my blog. I knew people would say “eto nanaman may drama nanaman sa buhay ang loka”. I knew people are already tired of all my sad stories so I really tried to keep it…
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“Children don’t hear us. They imitate us.”
My mom isn’t a wide reader. She loves visuals more than writen stuff. My dad, though, reads the paper every day but I never realized that until I was in college or idk maybe when I was already working. Now I was not sure why I read a lot since I was a kid. They offered me coloring books and a lot of scratch papers to write on but I cannot remember why and how and when I started reading books. This post from The Humorists actually what triggered this post. It sounded like “I read a lot, so my kid reads a lot.” What if the kid got this…
