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Chronicles of a DIYer: Foot Masks
I tend to have really dry feet. Although my heels are not cracked, they have really thick calluses. I looked at foot masks in the store and the price was enough to convince me to try and make a foot mask at home.
Chronicles of a DIYer: Ocra Painting
I was recently looking through different art projects I could do. I took a water colouring class in college and have not really practiced much since the class. The last time I painted anything was in December and that was after several years. So I thought I’d try something fun and simple to kind of get back into it. I found a few suggestions, including one about using okra to p
Chronicles of a DIYer: Avocado & Honey Face Mask
After a couple of late nights, I thought it would be a good idea to help my skin out a bit with a mask.
The Beauty of a Scar
Eight years ago I was in a car accident. When I was pulled out of the mangled vehicle, I didn’t realize I had an open cut until I saw blood running down my leg. It’s funny how something doesn’t hurt as bad until you see blood and an open wound. Then all of a sudden, the pain is unbearable. I remember arriving at the hospital and hearing the doctor telling me that I needed stitc
Her Pain is my Testimony
I vividly remember my mother’s words each time I would infuriate her. I had no idea what she meant at the time, but I got so used to hearing her words that I would imitate her. After all, I had been hearing them all my life.
How I Stumbled Into Writing And Found My Footing
Seeing doctors going about their duties intrigued me as a young girl. I avidly recall dreaming about owning a medical facility of my own and being a medical practitioner. The idea of writing was out of the question. The only other two things I loved were public speaking and music. Clutching my ordinary level result slip in my hands, a smile broadened on my face as I realized th
My Tears Don’t Mean I’m Not Strong
We keep hearing the same message phrased differently over and over again: Big girls don’t cry. I came across three different women all going through the same pain, the same experience and the same stigma. They were all trying to deal with the pain of being sexually abused, but of course, those around them felt they were doing it the wrong way. Grace had been told more than once
Pain Serves One Purpose: To Grab Your Attention
When I walked into the hospital, I wasn’t expecting anything more than simply easing my pain. Besides, the decision to visit the doctor was by no means voluntary. Pain gave me no choice. I had envisioned a friendly session with the doctor. In my mind, all the doctor had to do was give me a chance to explain my situation then prescribe the right medication. Imagine my disappoint