“Do I look hungry to you?” Unaware of the rhetorical side of my question, my Doctor of Naturopathic Medicine (ugh, I keep forgetting how I abbreviated it before and I don’t want to be inconsistent 🙈) scrutinises me. And before I can hit her with the clou of my joke, she actually answers: “Above all … More Personal | Hungry Looks
It’s the first time in months that I’ve done a full workout and something snappy is wreaking havoc in my lower back. I especially feel it in the shower, when reaching down to those lower body parts (my toes, you pervert!) turns into a challenge larger than the actual workout. I don’t understand what Jay … More Personal | Inner Voices
As the man wipes his hands on a cloth whose level of dirtiness I can only imagine seeing as it’s the dead of night, he looks at me and my boyfriend (omgwhendidthathappen 🙈). “Well, I think I fixed it. However, if you’re planning on driving back home, may I suggest you do so… tomorrow?” I … More Personal | Milestone Unplanned
I press my right foot down just a little deeper – gently, but steadfastedly. Normally I don’t speed, but this feels like an exceptional situation, so I’m sure it’s allowed if I surpass the speed limit by just a few miles an hour? Although I’ve made it a habit never to rush while actively partaking … More Personal | Rush Hour
Strange how two weeks can change drinking coffee from a normal everyday activity into a milestone. It’s been precisely one week since I’ve witnessed my mother in a hospital bed, chained not to a ball but to an IV drip and with a tube dangling from her nose so a bag can feed her properly. … More Personal | Paper Thin
Jag ser dig I click on the correct English translation and the little green devil owl gives me an elated wink. Dingaling! At least DuoLingo appreciates me… Oh no, Elle, what happened? I feel invisible, that’s what’s happened. Despite that being far from new, it still hurts when people don’t see me. Especially when those … More Personal | Invisible Pains
Dear Elle, You are so much more than “a lose chain”, someone who keeps carrying water to the sea, against better knowledge. You just don’t see it yet. Even on your worst days, you are beautiful. On those days, it’s just excruciatingly difficult to hear anything else than the demons in your head, spewing their … More Personal | Dear Elle Vampa
P etals defiantly playing in the sunO penly hidden between shades of greenP rovoking a smile on lips unwantedP apaverY ou never cease to amaze
“Here’s what you want to focus on…” My friend draws a circle within a larger circle, adding dashes to the outside, making his instructions resemble somewhat of a sun. As he tries his best to teach me, The Unknowing One, the basics of shooting, I simply aim and pull the trigger gently. BANG! “That’s a … More Personal | Oh, Shoot!
More and more people gather in the distance as I tighten my grasp by digging my fingers even deeper into the dirt. I’m on the edge of a cliff, well, actually I’m over the edge as I am dangling dangerously above an abyss that seems limitless – all I can make out as I nervously … More Bi-Weekly-Something Loss | The Purple Parachute
Elle Vampa 