I was loveable, I just didn’t know how to love myself and choose the people who were capable of loving me too.
Ten years in the UK as an Asian woman
I’m 25 now. And I’m starting to think that this is the best age to fuck things up. Because when else would you do it? You don’t want to do it at 35.
We would then look into each other’s eyes, smile and say, “Our love for each other keeps us going” but deep down we knew we were living a lie, at least I did.
I shouldn’t be scared that I might lose the raw part of me that seeks out to the world, demanding to feel life authentically, that one part that makes me young and alive because deep down I know for sure that the nature of me would never change.