I was born and raised in a city by the sea. Over a million people lived there. In summer, it felt like another million came to visit. Our summer started in May. Once, I even went swimming at the end of October. Beaches, tourists, nightclubs, crowds. And my resting bitch face. Which, as it turns…
The first time I heard the term resting bitch face, I Googled it. Not because I didn’t understand what it meant. I understood perfectly well what the person was implying. I just needed Google Images to show me what exactly it looked like. So I typed it in. Looked at the pictures. Oh. Scrolled a…
I was taught to know how a story ends before I start telling it. Actually, I was taught to think before doing pretty much anything. We have a saying where I come from: Measure seven times, cut once. You’ve probably heard something similar. Think twice before you do something. Well, apparently, twice wasn’t enough where…