Lesbian Visibility Day
Being straight was always taught to me by default. Through school, media, society — it was presented as the only option. I thought liking boys was just a game we all played. I never felt anything real for the boys I crushed on because, to me, it was all a joke.
And then…
My first kiss with a girl felt like I tapped into the universe. It was like fireworks, like a volcano explosion, like a flutter of butterfly’s wings. My first time having sex with a girl felt like the most natural thing to occur. I felt like my most authentic self.
It was real, it always has been.
I loved deeply, and I wasn’t going to stop doing so just because somewhere in the world it is considered taboo.
Read my full story here.
Endometriosis: The Silent Public Healthcare Crisis
My battle began at the age of twelve — fourteen years ago — when I got my first period. That very night, I passed out on the couch from the intensity of the pain, despite my mother having given me a spasmodic.
What followed were years of seeking help, searching for answers, and being repeatedly dismissed and gaslit. My mother and I visited multiple specialists across different countries — gynecologists, endocrinologists, gastroenterologists — hoping someone would provide guidance. While the latter two fields failed to offer any clear answers, attributing my pain to "stress," the gynecologists were the first layer of a deep systematic problem. Most doctors weren’t equipped to help — not because they didn’t care, but because the system failed them too. A lack of proper education, training, and funding left them unprepared for cases like mine.