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