Embarrassment
Why I quit my dream job as a fashion buyer.
As far back as I can remember my heart was set on being a fashion buyer. I went to college, got the internship at a big fashion house and moved to two cites to chase my dream of getting my foot into the industry and then, moved back to my home city to land the job as a buyer.
By Ren4 years ago in Confessions
This Writing for An Audience
I have no real purpose behind this writing except to state that when you write for an audience (whether a small one, such as I am currently writing for, or a larger one if you are trying to be published or keeping a blog) the process can be down right frightening. Does anyone else read constantly over what you have typed/wrote, and imagine someone reading it to your horror?
By Kaiz 4 years ago in Confessions
365 Days +91.
The Betrayal And The Gut Instinct As I sat on my couch writing, my husband made dinner. I looked over to the kitchen at the man I felt so lucky to have met with a distant look in his eyes. "Babe, what's wrong?" I said. He looked at me for a minute and replied, "I'm fine." I looked at him, perplexed for a few minutes, and returned my attention to my computer screen. For some reason, I had an ache in my heart, and a gut-wrenching feeling in my soul, something inside of me already knew. I looked at him again, his eyes fixed on the floor before him, I decided to turn myself toward him once again posing the same question. "What is wrong?" His eyes never leaving the floor he said to me "I didn't even want to come home tonight." I felt like a punch to the stomach, my cheeks feeling a sudden warmth, "Well, that's nice. Why would you even say something like that?" I said. He looked up at me for a split second, and said "Just letting you know how I feel." I took in a deep breath, the feeling overwhelming, and I had no other choice to ask the question. "Is there someone else?" I said, He stood there quiet, eyes to the ground, every second feeling like an eternity. I could not take the silence anymore, the silence answered the gnawing in my heart. "There is, isn't there?" I said loudly. His eyes again landed on me as he opened his mouth and said the word I dreaded to hear. "Yes, there is." Anger grew inside me like a volcano waiting to erupt. "Who is she?" I screamed, "It doesn't matter." He replied. "Is it someone I know?" I asked. He paused and finally said "No." I grabbed my phone, looking for anyone to save me from this nightmare, I texted mutual friends, I slammed my phone down, I looked at him, and saw red. "Well, I hope you made the right decision because she is all you have now," I said as he gathered his belonging and made his way out the door.
By Courtney Benjamin4 years ago in Confessions
A Blue Dress Made Me Realize an Uncomfortable Truth
My eyes filled with tears as I struggled to avoid catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I knew I'd gained weight, but I hadn't realized how much until I tried to pull on the blue dress and found it wouldn't go past my thighs. Although my ex-boyfriend would disagree, I'd spent most of my life as either a thin or mid-sized girl. That moment when I was alone in the fitting room was the moment, I realized I was heavier than I'd ever been. My heart sank to my stomach as I realized I was probably plus-sized.
By Jade M.4 years ago in Confessions
A Face Palm of a Day Part: 2
Kate took a sip of her first mimosa and felt it instantly touch every part of her insides. Kate had been wanting to go to Carroll Place for a while and finally got a reservation. For $28 you could get an entre and all you can drink mimosas and other brunch drinks for an hour and a half.
By Leah Lawrence 4 years ago in Confessions
Supellectilem Cladis!
As of 5:15 AM this morning, I have stopped being a consumer of flatpack products from that Swedish company. I did not expect to have such a dramatic epiphany, but I realize now that I should have seen the signs earlier. And when you hear my story, you will understand my decision.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Confessions
My Tenth Grade English Teacher Destroyed my Love for Writing
This article was originally posted on Medium. When I was seven years old, I knew I wanted to become a writer. I loved reading, writing, and telling stories. The power of a pen was unimaginable; you could create new worlds, give rise to passionate emotions, and explore new adventures. Reading a book was like an escape for me. When reality felt complicated, I retreated to my favorite books.
By Jasmine 4 years ago in Confessions
Am I Committing Social Suicide?
My boss was telling this riveting story of how she got sick from drinking too much and puked in her handbag so as not to ruin her party dress. The others around me could relate to that. Some had matching or even more sozzled stories on offer.
By Rhea Dyuti4 years ago in Confessions
