The Life and Times

Welcome to the first episode of Photoshop Stories, where I photoshop images and tell stories with them . 😃 This way, I get to improve my Photoshop skills and also practice my writing.  This piece is going to be the beginning of the 'Seasons’ Series'. Try to say that pretty fast without biting your tongue, I dare you. Today's title is  winter and without further ado, let’s get into it. Photo:  📸Credits: (Woman by  Photo by  Ayo Ogunseinde  on  Unsplash ), (Background by Pixabay on Pexel.com), (Snow from falling snow PNG Designed By 588ku from <a href="https://pngtree.com/">Pngtree.com</a>)  Photo by Me on  https://www.instagram.com/cloudywithachanceofmagic_/   Story: WINTER She was swept in the ruckus of the heavy wind, but she kept on walking through the thick snow. Her shoes got heavier and heavier as she stomped on. She hugged her blanket closer to herself and continued to scream out his name. “Benny! Benny,

The Lizzo fiasco made me really think. To be honest , I only feel certain ways about my body sometimes, because I feel I'm expected to. I'm expected to hate the weight I gain, my love handles , my chubby tummy and forever strive to be socially palatable for the rest of the years I have left. It's really exhausting, I don't want to do it but I feel like everyone is looking at me to be disgusted in my body and hate the way I take up space. I feel like it is  just what should be done . photo by Jennifer Burk @jenandjoon There is a redefining of self that comes with freedom . So , understanding that I don't have to think that way can be destabilizing in the beginning, but I am interested in how I navigate all of it , as FUCKING UNCOMFORTABLE as it is. Needless to say, it is intriguing how normalized fatphobia is . So normalized that , many people do not accept the word as a definition of what they do . It is often playacted as faux care

‘Free weeed, free weed for sale’, I turned around at the corner of High-low street. This was the part of the town that the university students hung out last year. Now, it was a shadow of itself.  ‘Free weeed, free weed for sale”. Photo by  fabioluizph  from  Pexels ‘Free weed for sale?’ I couldn’t believe my ears. It was a tall dark woman, she had on a red pullover and deep dark jeans. She saw me and instantly repeated her chime, eyes eager for a positive response. ‘You know you can’t sell something that is free right?’ She looked at me and rolled her eyes, ‘smarty pants now, are you?’ 'I’m just saying. If it's free, it can’t be for sale or did you already take a puff of that thing’, I pointed to the pink Ziplock bag in her hands. She folded her arms and leaned on her left hip, ‘do you want it or not?’ I scratched my head and thought about the day I had had. How did I get to this side of town? Well, first time for everything, I thought. I must have sighed o

I found this delicious recipe on the blog ( https://www.wivestownhallconnection.com/2018/09/milk-and-sardine-bread-rolls.html ). The recipe makes between 16-18 bread rolls depending on how you divide them.   I had a couple of ingredients laying around and some unavailable, so I decided to amp it up a bit and see how it’d taste, and it came out pretty good. At that, I decided to share (with pictures *smirk), I hope you enjoy. Tastes better than it looks, it's  just a shitty picture😉 INGREDIENTS For the Starter 6 Tbsp of water 6 Tbsp of milk 4 Tbsp of flour For the Dough Dry Ingredients 5 cups flour ½ cup sugar 2 tsp salt 2 Tbsp Yeast *2 tsp vanilla sugar *½ cup hazelnut powder Wet Ingredients 1 cup milk 3 eggs ½ cup butter For the Filling *Sardine (you can substitute for whatever kind of fish you’d prefer) Salt Pepper (black or paprika) Herbs (whichever you like) For the Egg Wash 1 egg 1 Tbsp milk *you c

D o you ever feel that maybe support isn’t for you? Hold up let me explain. I find myself lazier and too relaxed when I have a shoulder to cry on. Like it softens me up and opens up all this pent-up frustration and I lose my driving force. At the same time, I feel overwhelmed without it, but with it, I feel weak and unfocused. I know it’s supposed to be there for you. Support is meant to be this cushiony mattress that’s there for you when you fall. It bounces you and pushes you up but it's there when and if you fall. It doesn’t work for me, I find myself lying about unnecessary stuff and then I feel shitty about myself. Let me give you an example. The other day, bf called me, and I was all heads up talking about how there’s so much I want to do and how I cannot do all at once and how everything is shit basically. BF cooled me down and we went through the plans together and all was well. Till today, I haven’t taken a step further in the direction we discussed or any at

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