I ate because I was sad, I ate because I was angry, I ate because I was happy.
I ate because I was bored.
I ate Because I was fat. I ate because I was skinny. I ate because I was terrified of being fat again. I ate in reaction to the pressures put on me by the society that had objectified me and reduced me to only a body, without feelings,
We crave the extraordinary, yet don’t know how to get past the ordinary.
"Ghada you are so boring", "this can't be it", and "oh that's it", these are familiar voices that live in my head for the last two decades -these voices were and sometimes are very loud and harsh, especially- in my younger days. I had spent my life loyal to these voices and always