The Confessions of An Attention Whore:On Trials and Temptations

This piece comes from a place of love and from empathy. I write it because I feel like I have so many words and they are gagging me, stuck at my throat and adamant at getting out…   My soundboard needs a soundboard.   Perspective I was once accused of being a loner. I enjoy …

The Confessions of An Attention Whore: Sacrifice for you? Why?

“I belong deeply to myself.”― Warsan Shire The first time I read Warsan Shire’s “Excuses For Why We Failed At Love”, I read it from a defensive stance. I was mad at quite a number of things, humans included. More so,  my then boyfriend who had taken it upon himself to declare that being his girlfriend, …

The Confessions Of An Attention Whore: Neutral is Negative

  (These were taken on my phone at Coffee Casa)             This is another one of those. I have been battling with publishing this post. It has been seated as a draft for close to three months now. Writing this one has been especially hard because it seems to target …

The Confessions of An Attention Whore: On Dreams Unachieved and Steps Untaken

                I wrote this post on the 15th of November 2017. I did not publish it. Publishing it felt like I was admitting to failure and much as I’d like to think I am fearless, admitting to failure is not something I would readily do. It means that …

The Confessions Of An Attention Whore: On Trust

“Do you trust me?” he asked, half expecting that this was a rhetorical question and half holding his breath as he really didn’t know what answer to expect. This is one of those questions I answered so easily. Come to think of it, how easily the answer flowed was reason to panic. But to be honest, …

The Confessions Of An Attention Whore: On Body Image and Self Worth

You have one body… All your life! You have one body… All your Life! I cannot say this enough!! You have one body…Just one. Your entire life! You are the one you are stuck with, your entire life!! For the longest time, that felt like jail. I mean, being stuck with myself felt more like …