Garlic Flavoured Hot Chocolate
And other visceral reflections

as I sip this hot chocolate filled with too much milk and somehow an undertaste of garlic and onion,
I ask myself: what do I need to get off my chest today?
I think there’s the usual spiel, like it’s okay to make mistakes !!! let’s build a life not solely defined by productivity !!! self-care!!! and the like
there’s also this rumination loop of why have discussions surrounding racism died out as if never discussed pitted against is it selfish and/or tiring that somehow I raise the questions of diversity regardless of where I go, whatever I do? as if I’m someone who hadn’t read the room and was going on about herself on and on and on as others eyes’ glazed over.
I don’t know.
What I do know is that it’s one thing to feel fatigued from hearing about a story and yet another to feel fatigued from being, living, existing in that story.
I’m tired of having to repitch the same ideas, the suggestion to be treated the same way to others like a marketing campaign ready to be repackaged to grab your eyeballs keep your attention before the next cat gif or viral dance move.
I’m tired.
So tired that I did not question why this hot chocolate vaguely tastes of garlic, what other things I could enjoy in my life.
They asked: aren’t you tired of self-victimizing?
I’m tired of issues swept under the rug blaming and shaming the ones who voiced up.
That’s what I want off my chest.
Lucy (The Eggcademic) [she/her] is tackling DAY 1 of 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘊.’s 5-day challenge this week! Today’s question is: what do you need to get off your chest?
What’s next… must-read piece from Tracy Luk or this rabbit hole?






