Author: Tianna Morison

WHY HAVING PINK HAIR MAKES ME A BADASS

You would think making my hair cotton candy pink would make me feel soft, feminine, weak. I, too, thought it would make me feel girly.   And I mean girly in that derogatory way that most people mean it. And, by the way, it must stop. “Girly” was something people said with the word, “ew”, in front. As in, “Ew, that’s so girly!” I remember high school being a minefield of such judgments....

HOW TRAVEL TAUGHT ME TO LOVE MY OWN COMPANY

I sit in a café in Japan, a coffee and pretty pastry in front of me, idly people watching. I sit alone. I’m not waiting for anyone or on my way to an appointment. I don’t have my phone turned on, a laptop with me or a book in front of me. I’m just enjoying my alone time. When I went to Japan in my early twenties, I didn’t speak the language when I first arrived. I stood in a crowd of people, unabl...

LIPSTICK PROMISES

I stand in the aisle of bottles and pigments Testing the red tube on my hand The mark the perfect shade of blood. With lips stained red I would be Renewed- Rising like a phoenix from the ashes Of the old me, Away from my scars and insecurities. I clutch the red lipstick in my hand, A magic wand An open door to a new version of myself. I decide to step through. At home I unwrap it Holding it as if ...

LET’S TALK ABOUT SUICIDE

When Kate Spade took her own life, my Twitter feed was on fire with opinions. There was sympathy…but there was also judgment. People were shocked, wondering aloud how she could be so selfish, leave her family behind, and on and on. I bet that Kate Spade thought she was doing her family a favor. She wouldn’t be a burden to them anymore. Not even a week later, Anthony Bourdain took his own life. I w...

LETTER TO MY NINE-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER

I didn’t plan motherhood, although I always knew I would someday be a mom. You decided to come when you were ready rather than letting me plan and connect the dots. From the time I saw the positive on the (10) pregnancy tests to the time I saw you in my arms, bawling and squirming, is still a blur. I wanted to write you a letter to tell you how I felt. To apologize for not bonding right away. To e...

LOVE IS COMPLICATED AND MARRIAGE IS MESSY

Love is complicated. I never pictured myself with someone- I was used to going solo. I imagined myself a female Jack Kerouac as a grown-up, minus the alcoholism. Yet I loved love stories- “True Romance” and Amelie” are still favourites. In low lonely moments as a young adult, I would imagine the loveliest romantic parts of those movies happening to me and long for partnership- ev...

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