The first seedling of self hate was planted in me during my first year of school, when a group of grade six girls pinned me …
Confessions by Indya Shaw
If asked to describe your flaws, I would say that you never think of the power behind your words. You think that telling me you’re …
When asked to describe ‘home’ by Indya Shaw
Home is not a place for me. It does not have a street address, or a PO box. Home sometimes skips town without warning but …
A letter to myself by Indya Shaw
On the days that I feel as though I am not worthy of being loved, I will strive to love myself more than ever. I …
Weatherman by Indya Shaw
In 20 years, I won’t remember the lady that sold me my favourite magazine and called me babe. How it uplifted me briefly, and I …
Those Who Walked Out On Me by Indya Shaw
i. I have never bothered to learn the year you were born. For no matter how old you get, you’ll always be a mere …
Untitled by Indya Shaw
Once a boy wanted to see my soul, but he never tried asking me to show him. He looked at my eyes like they really …