Dearest reader, For as long as I can remember, Month of the Pearl and I have shared a secret mythology that has defined my indentity sometimes literally, sometimes subconciously for most of my life. And while it is perhaps foolish to believe in these fantasies and strange coincidences between Month of the Pearl and my person – that I know – it is at least more fun to live in the moonlight of nonsense, which is why, I have decided to be foolish and sink contentedly into the m

Dearest reader, Among my many embarrasing endeavors is pretending I can write poetry – very bad and ridiculous poetry but poems none the less. This is a habbit I have always possed and since I have a pathological need to perform I am going to share some of my worst poems here with you. Think of it as a Christmas gift! Furthermore, a word of warning is in order before proceeding into the part of my brain that shouldn't see the light of day: I have a tendency to be melodramatic

Dearest reader, In 2017 there was hardly anything so horrific in a teenager's life than having you mother point out that the bump on your nose had become more distinct. We were, for goodness sake, living the height of the Instagram-face era: a questionable aesthetic trend, defined by the Kardashian family, that favoured high cheekbones, big lips and conveniently small, neat noses (Tolentino, Jia, 2019) – non of which I possed, least of all a pretty, little nose, but wanted o