Overexposed: A Self-Love Project.

Overexposed: Gain Something New, Lose Something Old.

I feel like I’m always gaining something. Whether I’m gaining new friendships, newfound interests, new styles, or anything that I haven’t had in my life before; something is always changing. I used to call them my chapters, the parts of my life that I grow into and then grow out of when I don’t fit or belong in it anymore. I’ve realized that chapters are crucial to growth in life, and a lot of the things that I don’t fit in or belong in anymore is just a sign that I am always changing and developing for the sole purpose for myself. It doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt any less, or it doesn’t make me feel like chapters are just a apart of life, but just something that I disguise my unwillingness to keep things in my life.

Hi, my name is Liz, and I’ve realized that while I gain new things in life, I lose the old things that come with it.

One of the things I’ve gained was this WLS journey and have been able to lose 54 pounds within the last three months. I’ve gained new insight on myself, I’ve gained a confidence in style that I haven’t had in a long time, and I’ve gained a new perspective– a new lifestyle really– since having surgery back in July. I could feel those changes, and I felt them early on in this journey. Like I’ve mentioned before, I pretty much had to learn my hunger and body cues all over again and change the way I eat and drink. I had to literally press the restart button and learn things through trial and error.

But more than just my body began to change; it was also the people around me. I rekindled friendships these last couple of months that I thought I’d never have again, to state the obvious one. I’ve became a apart of two big online communities within the matter of a year and a half and made so many new online friends in the process. Of course, some of them lasted longer than others, but for the most part, I was not the same person even entering 2021 in, let alone at the beginning of the pandemic in 2020.

But, I realized while i was gaining new experiences and relationships in my life, I started to realize that the ones I had previously were beginning to look non-existent. For context, some of the people who I considered to be some of my closest friends didn’t even check on me before or after my surgery, which again I’m not crying over, but it started to put more perspective on these said relationships in my life and showed me where I clearly stood as a person in other people’s lives.

I realized that the further away I stepped from the person I was, the more distance I created with the people who were once friends with the old me; the old Liz. The Liz that didn’t collect photocards and albums of kpop boys and girls and have posters of said kpop groups on my wall. The Liz that didn’t really have friends, or hobbies, let alone a place where I could geek out about the things that were now interesting to me. The Liz where I began to grow out of clothes faster than I was actually growing!

I realized this narrative was a familiar one, especially those who got into kpop later on in their lives like me. A friend of mine in the community has expressed how the friends they had before kpop ghosted them or left them completely once they started to grew interest in kpop, and wanted to start building a collection of their favorite kpop groups and such. I didn’t understand how someone who you used to fuck with so heavy could ultimately just ghost you or drop you completely because of a contrasting interest that had absolutely nothing to do with them. But I do, because I’ve experienced it first-hand; I’ve seen just how much contrasting interests I began to have from the other people in my life, and perhaps even though I’ve gained a new interest in something like kpop, I put too much faith on the fact that perhaps maybe I was able to still keep those in my life and indulge in something that made me happy.

But I guess not.

And then there’s just this constant thought of maybe I’m drastically changing and not being the person these people know me as, but then I sit back and think who the fuck cares? Like, who cares if my interests change? If the “aesthetic” is different? Who cares if my priorities as a person shifted into a direction they once weren’t? Who cares if I can’t relate to everything like I used to. Like I said, I am constantly changing; we all are, but one thing that shouldn’t change is the way you treat people within those changes. Friendships, or any type of relationships are meant to be long-term. Relationships are meant to morph and grow with you, not be tossed once they have no relevance for you anymore.

But, not everyone thinks like me and some people just ghost to ghost or just never keeps in touch, no matter how many times you’ve tried to.

I truly do wonder if things will keep changing like this as I go down further into my journey. Will I soon realize that the people in my life don’t like me not being the fat friend anymore? Will I soon realize that my diet restrictions and unwillingness to do normal things like drink be a reason why no one wants to hang out with me? I know, it’s ridiculous, but I can’t help but wonder what are some of the things to come, and if they will be positive things or negative things.

At the end of the day, we as people just tend to gain and lose things all in one lifetime. It’s great if we can keep what we hold onto dearly while still gaining things from life experiences, but it’s rare to have that outcome happen unfortunately. We, as people, can only hope that the things that come into our lives, the things we gain, make us even happier than the things that we lost in our past. We gain things because in that exact moment, it’s what you want and what you can relate to and share and have in common and such. We lose things for plenty of other reasons, and I know it’s okay if I lose things during this process as I end my 20’s in a few years.

As long as you don’t lose yourself a long the way, I say that’s a win in my book.

The "Something" Series

Something From My Past: A Monologue.

The Absolute Best NYC Spots To Visit When It Snows

For once, I feel like a foreigner in this city.

I’m able to give directions like I’ve lived here my entire life. I’m able to go to the good spots in the city to grab lunch or something. I used to have a favorite spot in the city. To be quite honest, I haven’t been back since I got back to America.

I thought the city is forever changing. I thought things disappear and reappear as something new every other month. But, to my surprise, some of the things that were here before are still here, surviving like it doesn’t hold some of the most painful memories this city has on me.

Hyung!” I turned around to see Shawn and Kevin walking out of the building our law firm is using for this new case. I was tired of the travels, to be honest. To know that I can sit in my apartment in Incheon one night, and then fly across the world to live in a NYC apartment for a couple of months was starting to wear me out. I was turning 30 in April, and this back and forth for the job isn’t something I enjoy doing anymore. Besides this case, there’s really no reason for me to be here.

Mwo?” I responded.

“Lunch is on Kevin; wanna join?” Shawn said. Kevin hits Shawn’s arm, clearly not aware he was paying today. I laughed; if there’s anything I’m happy about is that the firm put Shawn and Kevin on this case with me. Some sort of distraction while I’m here.

“Sure, you have a place in mind?” I questioned. They both looked clueless. I couldn’t help but laugh; in the year that I did live in America, Shawn and Kevin came to visit for the holidays. I was surprised they were able to get back to their hotel in one piece after the nights we would go out for dinner and drinks. Those were the good times.

“How about the cafe? They used to serve a lot of good food there,” Kevin insisted. I looked at Kevin intently; it felt like he was up to something.

“You guys should want to try other food that isn’t the cafe,” I protested.

“Listen, their bagel sandwiches are some of the best things I’ve ever had. I don’t know what’s in their bread, but it’s too good to pass,” Kevin explained. He then smirked. Kevin…

“Plus, I’m paying, so it’s my choice of where we’re going,” Kevin declared. Clearly, I wasn’t happy. I didn’t want to go to the cafe. I didn’t want to walk in there and be reminded of my past. The smells, the atmosphere; it’s just something I didn’t feel like reliving.

“Let’s go then, I’m freezing,” Shawn said as he zipped up his coat up to his neck. There wasn’t that much snow on the ground, but it was cold enough for that snow to stay longer than it should. Was it always this cold in NYC?

“Oh, hyung,” Kevin started. “They wanted me to had you over the case folder.” I looked at the literal novel in Kevin’s hands. Aigoo.

“Is that all?” I said, sarcastically. Kevin deadpanned as I smiled to my own joke.

“So, Shawn wants a hot chocolate, and I want that bagel sandwich,” Kevin listed.

“Are you not going to order?” I asked.

“Well…” Kevin dragged. Kevin, a man in his late 20’s, would still feel incredibly shy making orders for himself. He didn’t do it in Korea, so what made me think he would do it in a country where he doesn’t fully speak the preferred language?

“I’ll order for us,” I finally gave in. Kevin smiled and handed over his wallet to me. He walked out of the line and left me there. The line was longer than usual today.

There were about 2 people in the entire cafe this morning. We walked into it, assuming they had just opened for the day or something. She sat at our usual table as I ordered our usual; a cappuccino with a shot of expresso for me; an iced Americano for her.

I walked back to our table and placed the drinks down first before placing the brown bag on the table. She looked up at me as I sat down across from her.

“Cookies,” I said. “I know you were going to ask for them. She smiled. I liked knowing that our routine was like this on most days; simple.

“Thanks,” she said. She’s been under the weather lately, and I hate to see her so miserable. I was hoping that some cookies would help cheer her up. I made a goofy smile which made her laugh. She was so simple to make feel better, which I was happy about. My phone vibrated in my pocket, so I decided to check it when Grace was eating her cookies. It was an voicemail from the South Korea Embassy. I put my phone in my pocket and put my attention back onto her. Jagiya. Grace.

“So, I was thinking,” I started off. Grace looked up from her cookie to listen to me speak. “Maybe we can go for a mini vacation sometime soon. You, me, Little Bean,” I was a little nervous to throw something so random like this out there. Grace raised her eyebrows, visibly shocked.

“You want to go away with both me and Willow?” Grace asked.

“Yeah,” I didn’t hesitate to answer. I wanted to show Grace that I was here, with her, and if everything goes as planned, I’ll–

“That’s very sweet of you, Jamie, but–” Grace started to say. “I just don’t feel right taking Willow away from Max with…” She couldn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t have to.

I nodded my head and let it go. I didn’t want to stress Grace out more than she has been lately. She already looked like she wanted to apologize, so instead I just smiled. I didn’t want to her to worry she had said or done the wrong thing.

I didn’t realize my papers had fallen on the floor until I felt the impact of a person rushing by me. I quickly bent down to the ground to gather them up. Whoever this was was in a hurry.

“Omg, I’m so sorry!” the person said. I stopped picking up the papers and looked back. The front door to the cafe was swung open. Shawn and Kevin came by to help pick up the rest of the file from the cafe floor.

I just froze. It was like my body didn’t know how to react, or to react at all. Maybe I’m just imagining things. Maybe I’m just so in my own head that I didn’t realize I was just imagining things. It wasn’t long until Shawn and Kevin looked up at me and snapped their fingers in front of my face. I blinked, now focused on them.

“Are you alright, hyung?” Kevin immediately asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I looked back down to the ground and picked up the remaining papers from the file. We all got back up from the floor and Shawn followed Kevin back to the table where they were. I immediately turned around when I heard the barista call for the next person. Maybe it was just in my head, Maybe it was just something from my past that I need to forget.

The Teenage Tell-Tale.

The Teenage Drama (Prom) Queen: A Scene.

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Tonight’s the night where the teens at Beverly Junior High have been waiting for all year: Prom! Limos line up outside of the venue, friends taking photos of each other, and music is heard being played from inside the venue.

In one of the limos, Laurie and her friends come out; all of her friends line up to take photos of Laurie walking on the red carpet towards the venue. She’s holding hands with Simon, matching a baby blue bowtie with Laurie’s dress. Sophie is the only girl that doesn’t take pictures of the couple.

Moments later, Mollie walks down a block in a green spaghetti-strapped dress with black and white Converse on. Her hair is in a basic, frizzy ponytail. Once she gets to the venue, she rolls her eyes, and then walks on.

Shortly after, Milo hops out of a car in slacks and a button down shirt. His hair is tied up, and he lifts his glasses from the bridge of his nose.

Everyone enters the venue to their middle school prom.

Inside the venue, a DJ is playing party music, friends are taking pictures at the photo booth, and others are chatting with each other at their table. Milo looks around the venue, not sure why he’s here in the first place. He looks towards the group of girls on the dance floor chatting and taking selfies with each other and sees her; Sophie. Her hair is curly, and she’s wearing a purple prom dress. She doesn’t notice Milo looking at her, but he can’t stop staring.

He suddenly hears someone call out his name. He turns his head towards the direction he heard it, and notices Mollie sitting at a table with a couple of other friends. He walks towards them.

Milo: *teasingly* Mollie Sue Castro? In a dress? At Prom?!

Mollie: Shut up! I’m surprised to see you here, Mr. “Prom is overrated”!

Milo rolls his eyes as Mollie teases him. He takes a seat at the table with Mollie, Ronnie, Davy, and Jonah; a couple of their mutual friends.

Milo: So, did anyone actually come to prom with a date?

Ronnie: That’s hella dumb, bro. Like, why be tied with one person all night when you could be with your friends? Having a date for prom is so lame…

Davy: *to Milo* No one asked her.

Ronnie pushes Davy on the arm; he winces in pain. The others at the table laugh.

Jonah: I was going to ask Giselle to prom…

Mollie: Eww, one of Laurie’s minions?

Jonah: What? She’s really pretty and seems to be the only one in that group that doesn’t look like they’re dumb as hell.

Milo looks at Jonah, clearly annoyed at his statement. The rest of the table laugh.

Mollie: Well good thing she turned you down, you’d be sitting with all of those fake girls and dumb ass Simon.

Milo looks over at the table where Laurie and her friends sit.

At Laurie’s table, they all talk among each other and continue taking selfies with each other. Sophie bobs her head to the music playing.

Laurie tries to get Simon to take pictures with her, but he’s clearly not in the mood to do so. Laurie puts her phone on the table, now frustrated.

Laurie: What is wrong with you tonight?

Sophie looks at the couples direction.

Simon: I just don’t want to take 5,000 photos tonight.

Laurie: It’s prom night!

Simon: And? That doesn’t mean anything to me.

Giselle: That’s not nice of you, Simon…

Simon: *annoyed* Who the hell asked you?

Laurie: Simon!

Simon gets up from the table and walks away. The table watches him do so. Sophie grabs her phone and gets up from the table, going after Simon.

Across the hall, Milo sees Sophie chasing after Simon, confused.

Simon leaves the hall, and Sophie is right behind him.

Sophie: Simon! Wait!

Simon turns around and stops. Sophie catches up to him.

Sophie: Are you okay?

Simon: Why do you care?

Sophie: Because you’re acting like a jerk to Laurie. I mean, you agreed to come with her to Prom; you know how she’s going to be like.

Simon: I shouldn’t be here; shit, I didn’t even want to be here!

Sophie: Just how you didn’t want to go with Laurie to Waverly?

Simon doesn’t say anything.

Sophie: Don’t break her heart, Simon.

Simon: Again, why the hell do you care?

Sophie: Because no girl deserves to be led on thinking her boyfriend wants to be with her when in reality he’s doing everything to stay away from her. It’s not fair to her.

Simon: So you’re gonna be on her side? She treats you like shit, Soph. I don’t even know why you’re still friends with her. For what? So you don’t get bullied for being a decent human being?

Sophie: This isn’t about me. You gotta do what’s right, Simon. I know you’re capable of doing at least that.

Simon takes in a deep breath. He looks at Sophie softly.

Simon: I’m sorry. For everything. For being… this.

Sophie: Things happen.

Simon: I’ve been nothing but a dick this whole school year, and I…

Simon takes Sophie’s hand.

Simon: It says a lot about you that you’re the one here comforting me and not my “girlfriend”.

Sophie doesn’t say anything, she just listens to Simon. He looks at her.

Simon: I’ll always love you, Sophie Lee.

Simon softly kisses Sophie on the lips; Sophie doesn’t fight it.

Moments later, the doors of the hall open and the two teens quickly turn around. They see Laurie standing there, shocked at what she just saw.

Laurie: I fucking knew it!

Sophie: Laurie, wait!

Laurie turns back around into the hall, and Sophie goes after her.

Sophie: Laurie! It’s not what it looks like, I–

Moments later, a teacher is heard on a microphone to get the attention of the teens.

Teacher: Alright class of 2022, it’s time to announce this year’s Prom Queen! After counting the votes, this year’s Prom Queen is… Laurie Warren!

Sophie: Laurie!

Laurie walks up to the stage as the teacher places the crown on her head and the microphoen to give a speech.

Laurie: Thank you to everyone that voted for me! It’s an honor to be your prom queen as expected! What wasn’t expected was to see one of your so-called friends kiss your boyfriend though. So Sophie–

Sophie stands on the dance floor with everyone else; she’s completely mortified. Milo, who stands in the back, is also in complete shock.

Laurie: Thank you for taking this magical night with my boyfriend away from me, slut.

The teacher takes the microphone away from Laurie and Laurie storms off the stage. The class of 2022 stares at Sophie, while talking and whispering to each other. The music plays again and Sophie pushes toward the crowd to get herself out of the hall. She runs out; Milo and the rest of his friends notice.

Mollie: Man, I knew Simon always had a thing for Sophie! That is fucking hilarious!

The table laugh except for Milo. He looks towards the door that Sophie ran out of. Milo is clearly heartbroken.

Misc.

Overexposed: Newfound Attention.

When I was 18, I went blonde for the first time in my life. It wasn’t shortly after that I realized I was now getting attention from people who didn’t even know I existed. At the time, I really wanted people to notice me and pay attention to me because I was sad, lonely, and really depressed. I quickly learned that people didn’t really care about me as a person, and they didn’t want to get to know me as one either. The blonde hair went away 5 months later, my hair was cut shorter, and everyone stopped paying any attention to me.

Hi, my name is Liz, and one thing I am worried about down the line is getting unwanted attention from people because I’ll be thinner.

The fact of the matter is: I don’t know how much weight I will end up losing in total. Going into this process, I told myself that my goal was to at least lose 100 pounds; It was a number I never thought I’d be able to lose because it was such a large amount. But, It’s only been three months since my surgery and I’ve lost 50+ pounds in total already; who’s to say that by January, I’ll be up to 100 pounds lost in total? That’s only 6 months since surgery; and the effects of this surgery happen for the next two years of my life.

I’m worried because I don’t want the attention this transformation is going to give me. I don’t want strangers paying attention to me. I don’t want people that I knew in my past to just pop up out of nowhere and be like “OMG wow, you look great!” I also don’t want people, guys in particular, to now give me the time of day because I am thinner and “better looking” in society now. I just don’t want it.

But I know it’s going to come. It already is, in a way. Friends and family are telling me that I look thinner, and that I look “so much better”. In a way, my lifestyle and the way that I eat now or just having to tell new doctors my medical history puts the attention on me, and this idea that losing weight will make me feel happier about myself when it really isn’t why I did this in the first place.

If you’ve been here for awhile, you would know that I did this for my health. I was prediabetic early 2020, I had gained 20 pounds during the lock-down last year, and I was feeling 20 years older than I actually was. I was exceeding 300 pounds, and I knew that if I didn’t do what I needed to do, I would’ve gotten heavier than I already was. So, to already lost half of the weight I was expecting to lose, it’s pretty unpredictable to know where I’ll even be by the end of the year; this time next year even.

Although I won’t be comfortable with it, I know that the attention is going to come and I don’t know how I’m going to deal with it. I never truly gotten “positive attention” for my physical appearance, and to even get some of it now definitely feels refreshing and rewarding, but I know that when the weight loss becomes more apparent, I’m going to hear words like “pretty” and “beautiful” more than I ever heard in my life, and I just don’t know how to feel about the sudden compliments.

Maybe I won’t think anything about it. Maybe I won’t react as much as I think would. Maybe it won’t even bother me, or maybe I’m just overthinking things. Whatever comes my way, I just have to prepare myself; knowing that this journey is different than anything I’ve been through before and it’s completely okay to not know how to feel during it. I just know that I have to keep going, and keep doing it for the reasons that matter most to me.

The "Something" Series

Like Deja Vu Or Something: A Monologue.

Some advice for setting up a coffee shop - ECO-Fridge Ltd

“Grace, Order #416!”

I went up to the counter to pick up my order of coffee. The barista smiled at me and wished me a Happy New Year. I smiled and left the counter.

I plopped myself on one of the sofas in the cafe and placed my coffee on the table. Taking out my phone out of my pocket, I see I have a missing call from Ari. Fuck, lemme call this bitch back.

“About time you call me back, bitch,” Ari playfully teased as she picked up the phone. I rolled my eyes. Ain’t nothing change with her.

“Sorry, you know I need my coffee fix in the morning,” I answered.

“Yeah, yeah; ain’t nothing new,” Ari responded. Ari and I’s friendship has definitely been tested within the last year. Ari has been promoted to an attorney, so she’s been more so in the courtroom rather than being at the firm. In some sort of way, I felt like Ari had the best of both worlds; she was able to keep her work and personal life separate from each other. She was able to clock out, leave work, and go home to Dean.

“You’re off work today?” Ari asked.

“Yep. I had some of the choreographers teaching the dancers today; I needed a day to just breathe.” I answered. The dance studio has been the one consistent thing in my life. I would go in, teach my dancers routines for competitions and recitals, stay there way longer than I need to be, and then do it all again the following day. I guess it was just a good way to pass the time; to keep myself busy during the days.

“Okay! So whatcha gonna do on your day off?” Ari excitedly asked. It’s crazy to think that conversations like this one were the reason why we had a rocky year of friendship.

“Max is coming down with Willow, so I was going to meet them and spend the day with them,” I answered. Ari didn’t say anything, but I knew exactly what she thought. “No, Ari; Max and I are not seeing each other for the hundredth time.”

“Whatever, you guys spend time like you are,” Ari scoffed. I rolled my eyes and sipped my coffee as I placed it back on the table. “Besides, what kind of love story would it be if mom and dad didn’t get back together?”

“Bye, Ari; go and spend some time with your man,” I playfully said and hung up the phone.

It’s raining heavy this particular Spring day. I ran to the front door of the apartment building after getting out of the cab. Drenched hair, clothes, everything. I didn’t really care at that point; maybe the rain would cover up my puffy eyes and I can just blame it on the seasonal allergies or something. I rang a doorbell in which then the person buzzed me in. Walking up the stairs to the apartment, I already see the front door opened. I can’t help but think this is it. This is the day I lose my best friend.

I entered Ari’s apartment and close her door. I politely place my drenched coat and purse near her door, avoiding getting anything wet. She looks at me with crossed arms. Why does this feel worse than being scolded by my own mother?

“You had an umbrella; what happened?” Ari asked.

“The rain is… coming down really hard.” I softly said. Ari doesn’t say anything back, she just walks to one of the closet doors and pulls out some clothes.

“You’re not sitting on my furniture with your wet ass clothes,” Ari stated as she handed me the clothes. I took them and went to the bathroom to change. I didn’t want to say anything to upset Ari.

“So, you’re gonna tell me what happened?” Ari nonchalantly asked.

“About what?”

“Stop playing stupid with me, Grace.” Ari spat. She didn’t like to be questioned about the obvious things.

“I honestly don’t have to tell you anything,” I answered, annoyed at Ari’s entitlement. I love Ari, but she sometimes thinks she’s my mother, not my best friend.

“Oh, so you’re just not gonna tell me what’s going on? I’m supposed to be your best friend; we tell each other everything. Now that doesn’t apply to one of the most important things happening in your life?” Ari agrued.

“I don’t want to fucking talk about it, Ari,” I answered back, now angry. Ari didn’t understand that this wasn’t just something that I would get over after a talk. I was tired of having to explain myself again and again to Ari. “You know what? I’m sick and tired of you treating me like I’m your daughter or something,” I began. Ari look appalled.

“Maybe if you stop acting like you’re 19, maybe then I don’t need to worry about you like you were a child,” Ari responded back.

“Be my fucking friend, Ari! Why do I always have to report on the minor things that happen in my life?! Why can’t a simple ‘I don’t wanna talk about’ be enough for you?”

“Because aborting a child isn’t a fucking minor thing, Grace!” Ari yelled out. I cried. My eyes couldn’t stop; no matter how many times I wiped my eyes, the tears would just keep coming down.

“It was my fucking choice! So stop making me feel like it wasn’t!” I yelled back. My throat hurt when I yelled. It must’ve been loud by the way Dean came out of the other room to check on us. Ari got up from the sofa and went into her room, passing Dean.

“I-I hate to say this, Grace,” Dean started. I got up and grabbed my umbrella and purse. I didn’t even care if my clothes were still in Ari’s dryer. I just wanted to leave her place and never come back.

The alarm on my phone went off and realized that I was going to be late meeting Max and Willow. I grabbed my coffee and tossed it into the trash and went towards the exit. I bumped into a gentleman with a ton of papers in his hand. Fuck, I should help him pick it up. Before I went to bend down and help the guy get his papers, my cellphone rings. I quickly apologized to the man and walked right out of the door, answering Max’s call.

The Teenage Tell-Tale.

The Teenage Talk in Town: A Scene.

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Sophie sits in the sitting area of the mall with a bunch of other girls. She’s focused on her phone, continuously texting. The other girls talk to each other , waiting for Laurie to meet up with them. Moments later, Laurie, Simon, and a couple of his friends gather around the group of girls.

Laurie: I’m hungry, let’s go get food at the food court.

The girls get up from their seats, including Sophie. She follows the group of girls, while the guys walk behind them. Simon stares at Sophie, annoyed.

Laurie: *to her friends* I can’t believe prom is literally around the corner. I told my mom I wanted to wear the biggest dress, like the prom queen I’m destined to be.

Giselle: Oh-Em-Gee, you’re so going to win prom queen!

Laurie smiles and continues to walk to the food court.

Laurie: Simon and I are gonna look so good in our matching outfits; we will totally win the titles of the night!

Laurie turns around and sees Sophie, not paying attention.

Laurie: Sophie!

Sophie looks up from her phone now focused on Laurie.

Sophie: What?

Laurie: Are you just gonna be on your phone all day? You’re suppose to help me pick out prom dresses with the rest of us.

Sophie puts her phone in her pocket.

Sophie: Sorry, just checking some messages from my mom.

Laurie nods and proceeds to talk about prom with the girls. Sophie doesn’t engage.

At the tables at the food court, Laurie and the rest of the girls are seen chatting and eating food, while the guys sit at another table.

Laurie: Sorry about the food, Soph; I didn’t know you were allergic to milk.

Sophie: I mentioned it before, but it’s fine…

Sophie gets up from her seat and walks to the stores within the food court to buy something. She looks around until a familiar voice startles her.

Simon: Hey.

Sophie: *jumps* Bloody hell! *sighs* what do you want, Simon?

Simon: Just wanting a little chit-chat, if that’s okay.

Sophie: Wouldn’t your shadow be looking for you if you’re gone for too long?

Simon chuckles, amused by Sophie’s comeback.

Simon: She’s my girlfriend, Soph. She’s also your friend.

Sophie: Yeah.

Nothing is said afterwards until Simon gets closer to Sophie. Sophie notices, and immediately gets uncomfortable.

Sophie: What are you doing?

Simon: Speaking of friends, what’s up with you and that music geek? What’s his name; mild?

Sophie: *deadpans* Milo?

Simon: Yeah; whatever his name is. You didn’t tell me you were dating him.

Sophie is in shock. She doesn’t know where this started, but she’s pissed it has. She looks at Simon; he’s clearly not fond of the newfound information either.

Sophie: So what? That’s none of your concern.

Simon: *aggravated* Why wouldn’t you tell me? I thought we were friends.

Sophie: We aren’t friends! How many times do I have to bloody tell you that we are not friends!

Simon: Just because I’m Laurie’s boyfriend?

Sophie: *angry* It’s because you went for her after you were tired of me!

Simon: Look Soph, you’re always gonna be my friend, and as a friend I need to tell you to stop letting your feelings get in the way of a meaningful friendship!

Sophie doesn’t say anything, she just looks at Simon, still angry.

Simon: We were not dating when I started to date Laurie.

Sophie: Two weeks, Simon! It took you two weeks to date her when you were done with me! How was I suppose to feel knowing that the guy I liked, and cherished as a friend, would abandon me when a new girl comes by! I can’t ever trust you, Simon.

Simon: *yells* I didn’t do anything to you!

Sophie is taken back by Simon’s anger. She has never seen him as angry as she sees him now.

Simon: For fuck’s sake, what else do I need to do to let you know that I’m fucking sorry?

Laurie: *from afar* Babe?

Laurie walks towards Simon and Sophie.

Sophie: You know what you can do? Leave me the hell alone.

Before Laurie can get to the duo, Sophie walks off, and away from the food court area. Laurie watches on as she tries to give Simon a hug.

Laurie: Everything alright, babe?

Simon: *annoyed* I’m fine.

Simon walks away from Laurie, and walks in the opposite direction of where Sophie went. Laurie is upset at Simon’s reaction. She walks towards her friends at the table, who are looking to see what’s going on.

Laurie: I swear, Sophie is always pissing Simon off, and it’s not fair to me.

The other girls nod their head, agreeing with Laurie. Laurie sits in her spot at the table, surrounded by the girls who try to comfort her.

Overexposed: A Self-Love Project.

Overexposed: Three Months Post-Op.

It’s crazy to think about how quickly seasons change. One day we are walking outside in flip-flops, fanning ourselves with our hands on a hot, summer day; the next we are wearing jeans and sweaters, watching the leaves fall from their branches. When we think about how time truly passes by, we don’t realize just how much time is used to be where you’re currently at.

Hi, my name is Liz, and it’s been three months (and a week) since I had surgery.

It feels like I’ve been at this journey longer than three months. I feel like July 12th was decades ago, that I’ve lived this new lifestyle for awhile now and that the life I had before was long gone. But, it really hasn’t been that long!

Within the last three months, I’ve learned how to listen to my body when it tells me that it’s full. I don’t get sick as often as I did, but I still have days where I mess up and don’t communicate with my body. I try to eat more little meals or snacks during the day so that I am not starving myself or I’m not too afraid or anxious to eat. I’ve even tried sweets for the first time! Although I can’t have sweets like regular people can, I can have a little single treat (of course, if it’s less than 5g of sugar)! Other than that, I’m trying really hard to have control so that in the long run, I don’t get into the bad habit of accepting sugary foods back into my diet. Nevertheless, I still eat like the same 5 meals and snacks a day and pretty much stick with it until I get sick of it.

I’ve also been cleared to do heavy-lifting again! I was cleared to do heavy-lifting during my last visit with my doctor, and as soon as I was cleared, my job had me back to lifting heavy books and boxes again. It definitely felt different this time; I feel like doing those tasks aren’t as exhausting and tiring as they were a semester ago before surgery. Also! I was cleared to do exercise, so I started to go on the treadmill twice a week! I’ve been going on the treadmill for 30 minutes; I’m taking it slow to build up my stamina and hopefully in the future, I can go faster!

I haven’t had much depression about this journey within the last month. I mean, I do tend to still feel lonely at gatherings that involve food. I know these next couple of months are going to test me since the holidays are approaching, and I know there will be times I will get depressed and would want to live my old lifestyle again, but it’ll just be another thing I will overcome. I know my depressive episodes regarding my weight-loss journey will come again further down the line, but I’m learning to accept tit for what it is and that with practice and experience, I will be able to get through whatever it throws at me.

Although I’ve lost 51 pounds in total, I am still reminded of the person that I was before embarking in this new chapter. I still remember the person who wore these clothes. Although I sometimes miss the person I was and the lifestyle I had, feeling the way I now feel and being able to do the things I haven’t been able to do without getting tired makes this process worth it. When people ask me how I am feeling having lost as much weight as I had, I say that I feel like my age and that I feel lighter than I did before. It’s a feeling I never got to experience before, and I’m honestly so grateful that I’m able to feel this way about myself.

Who knows where the next month will take me? Perhaps I will be 60 pounds down! Maybe I will be able to figure out what my actual clothing size is and buy a new wardrobe! Whatever it may be, I’m excited to see what the next month looks like!

Here’s to many more, Liz.

The "Something" Series

“Answer Me or Something!” : A Monologue.

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Something’s up.

I sit on the train to Gyeonggi, looking down at my phone. I haven’t heard from Grace for the past week; she’s either busy, too tired, or with little bean. I respect her space, but, she is my girlfriend, and I would love to actually talk with her.

I don’t like this feeling that something is just not being spoken about. I trust Grace, but perhaps I trust her too much. Would she actually hide something from me? That’s not like Grace. She’s never came across as being one of those women.

The last time I loved a woman, I was young and naive. I was so in love with her, and she knew that I did. So when she stopped talking to me out of the blue when I was in law school, I knew she made her mind up. She didn’t bother to break up with me, she just declared it when she stopped responding to me.

My phone vibrates in my hand; it’s Mina.

“yeoboseyo?” I answered.

“Jaemin-ah,” Mina said. “Are you close by? I’m close to the train station.”

“I should be there in 45 minutes, Nonna,” I responded. I looked out to the city turning into rural. The sun was surprisingly bright on this February day.

“Okay, see you soon!” Mina said and the phone went dead. I rested my head on the seat and shut my eyes. Jagiya, what’s going on with you?

I get off the train and walked towards the exit. I see Mina parked in front. I hopped into her car.

“Hey, noona,” I greeted. Mina smiled and waited until I was ready to go.

“Eomma is excited to see you,” Mina started off the conversation. Mina has always been the closest to our mom. Perhaps it’s just the duty of being the eldest sibling in a family. If I need to ever find out how mom was, I could always rely on Mina.

“Yeah, it’s good to be home for a bit,” I responded.

“You mean for good,” Mina corrected. I looked over to her as she looked forward to drive. I knew where that comment came from.

“I mean in Gyeonggi,” I said. Mina chuckled and brushed it off. She knows what I meant.

“So, you’ve been adjusting back to life alright? Have you’ve become butter?” Mina teased. I rolled my eyes at the comment. She asked if I was now “too American” for Korean life.

“Very funny,” I deadpanned. “I’m adjusting just fine.” I looked out the window. Home, huh?

“You know,” Mina began. I looked at her as she spoke. “I know you liked it in America, but, I don’t know, it’s just not what I thought it was going to be.”

“We’re different people, noona,” I responded. “I enjoyed my time there.”

“Well,” Mina sighed. “I don’t know. I just felt like you do so much better in Korea. You live your own life, not under the roof of some random American girl–“

“Grace.” I corrected. “Her name is Grace.”

“Yeah, her.” Mina replied.

“You know she’s my girlfriend, right?” I said. Mina quickly looked at me and then back on the road. I could tell she was trying to keep her composure.

“Why don’t we know about this?” Mina asked. She’s right. Why doesn’t my own family know that Grace and I are a couple? Why doesn’t it feel like Grace and I are a couple? Before I could answer, I heard Mina sigh.

“Jaemin-ah,” Mina started. “I only want what’s best for you. We all do. I know you care about this girl a lot, but maybe it’s time to face the fact that it wasn’t meant to last. She may have been great company for you in America, but there’s just no way to make a long-distance relationship like this work.”

I didn’t say anything back. I didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

Eomma was happy to see me. She gave me the tightest hug when I entered the house. I think this was the one thing I missed about Korea; seeing the smile on my mother’s face when she saw all her kids under the same roof.

“Jaemin,” my mom greeted me.

“Hi, eomma,” I smiled back and greeted her. “How have you’ve been? You’re okay?”

“Nonsense! I’m okay, don’t worry about me,” my mom protested. Lia came into the room to greet me as well as Mina’s children. I picked up the youngest little girl, my niece, who just recently turned two years old.

“Aejeongie,” I cooed. She smiled and giggled, in which Mina widen her eyes in shock.

“I’m shocked she didn’t cry out,” Mina explained.

“I’m her uncle, noona, of course she’s going to know me,” I responded.

“Yeah, but you’ve been America for a year!” Mina coughed out. I looked at Mina, annoyed. I look at Lia, who looks just as shocked at Mina’s response.

I placed Aejeong back on the floor, where she walked towards her older sister.

“Jaemin-ah, can you help me set up for dinner?” Lia asked. I nodded my head and walked with Lia into the kitchen.

“Dinner was delicious,” Mina said to our mom. Eomma smiled and held her heart.

“I’m glad all of my children are here with me,” Mom responded.

Lia and I got up to gather the plates and dishes and brought them into the kitchen.

“Jaemin-ah, are you okay?” Lia asked. I looked over at her as she was washing the dishes.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Why?” I wondered. Lia didn’t say anything; she just sighed.

“I know Mina is being tough on you about the whole America thing,” Lia confessed. “She just wants what’s best for you. You know how noona is.”

“I just don’t like how she’s been talking about it,” I said. “Making everything as this joke. My time there was not a joke,” I began to get angry. Lia quickly noticed.

“Ya,” Lia stated. “You know she doesn’t mean it.”

“Minji-noona,” I pleaded. “I don’t like how she talks about Grace.” I could see Lia looking at me while cleaning the dishes. “Has she spoke about Grace to you?”

“Jaemin-ah,” Lia sighed. “I don’t want to spread gossip round.”

“Grace is my girlfriend.” I finally said out loud. Lia stopped what she was doing to look at me. She apparently didn’t have any idea either.

Mwo? But she’s across the world,” Lia stated. I looked at her and rubbed the back of my neck. I felt my ears getting hot and red.

“I… I love her, noona,” I confessed to my sister. Lia, although closer to Mina for obvious reasons, was always easy to tell personal things to. She wasn’t as judgmental as Mina, but I know this information will go back to Mina when I’m not around.

“She’s a sweet person,” Lia started. She looked perplexed. I don’t blame her for being so. “But,” Lia tried to piece together her train of thought. “What are the odds you guys can actually be together? She can’t drop her life in America to come here with you, and you can’t keep spending millions of won to America.” She finally turned the faucet off and dried her hands with the hand towel. She finally turned to look at me.

“Have you spoken to her since you’ve been back?” Lia asked. I wanted to lie. I wanted to play it off like we’re both just carrying our lives as smooth and positive as possible. But Lia knows when I’m lying, so why bother?

“I haven’t spoken to her recently.” I faintly said.

“Jaemin-ah!” Lia shouted. “Why haven’t you called her?”

“That’s the thing,” I responded. “I’ve been trying to get in contact with her for the last week and a half. She’s not answering me or something.” Lia looked more panicked than me. Maybe I was just used to the silence on the other end of the phone whenever I tried to call Grace.

“Minji-noona?” I asked. Lia looked at me. “Do you think she’s hiding something?” Lia didn’t answer right away. She didn’t need to.

“A long-distance relationship isn’t the easiest thing to obtain,” Lia finally said. “I mean, you and Seohyun-ah lived in different areas and it was still–“

“Grace is not Seohyun,” I interrupted. “Grace is different.”

“Then what are you going to do about her not answering your calls? Go back to America?” Lia said, now annoyed at the conversation. I left the kitchen and grabbed my phone from the counter, walking passed Mina and my mom in the dining area, towards the front door. It’s about 7:30 in America; she still has to be up.

I called her phone and it rings. Nothing. I hung up, dialed again, and the phone rings. Nothing.

Aigoo, answer me or something!” I shouted on the phone while it continued to ring. I hung up the phone and placed the phone in my pocket. Why would Grace ignore me? What the hell are we even? I look up towards the sunset and took a deep breath.

Maybe it was time we break up.

The Teenage Tell-Tale.

The Teenager Rumor: A Scene.

25 hysterical notes kids were caught passing in school – SheKnows

Mollie doodles in her notebook during her social studies class. She’s bored, wishing this period would be over. She looks around the classroom at her classmates; some of them are actively listening and taking notes from the board, while overs are secretly on their phones, sleeping, or doodling in their notebooks, like her.

On the other side of the room, Milo is taking notes in his notebook and every now and then looking at Sophie, smiling. She would smile back at him, also taking notes in her notebook while listening to the teacher. I between note taking, they pass notes to each other to talk to one another.

The two teens don’t think anyone is watching them communicate in the class until someone sitting behind them, Ronnie, was watching to the two pass notes.

The bell shortly rings afterwards and the class packs up their things and goes to their next period, which is lunch.

Ronnie walks out of the classroom and sees Milo and Sophie walk down the hallway together, towards the music rooms. Ronnie turns around and heads towards the lunch room.

In the lunchroom, Mollie gets her food tray and walks to her usual table. She sees Ronnie sitting there with Davy, one of her athlete friends. Mollie sits across the able from them and greets them.

Mollie: Man, “Fries-day” is literally the best day of the week.

Ronnie: You don’t have to tell me twice!

The girls laugh and continue to eat their lunch.

Davy: So Veron, are you going to practice tomorrow?

Ronnie: Yeah, *to Mollie* We’re gonna do week 6 of the project tomorrow, right?

Mollie: Yeah, we just gotta figure out where we wanna go. I don’t just have 8 places around the neighborhood that mean a lot to me.

Ronnie: Honestly, there’s nothing exciting about the neighborhood in the first place.

Laurie, Simon, and the rest of Laurie’s friends pass by Mollie’s table. They don’t pay no mind to the backpacks on the floor next to Mollie and Ronnie, they just step over them and continue walking to the table. Mollie rolls their eyes.

Mollie: I am not looking forward to Laurie going to Waverly. Like, can she just go somewhere else?

Ronnie: Laurie is too self-centered to actually not go to a school where people pay attention to you.

Mollie: I heard Simon didn’t get in.

Ronnie laughs out loud.

Ronnie: I’m not surprised, there’s not a creative bone in that meathead’s body.

Mollie almost chokes on her chocolate milk laughing at Ronnie’s comment. She wipes her mouth and sees the group sit at their usual table, but Mollie notices something almost right away.

Mollie: I’m shocked to not see that girl Sophie being a minion with the others.

Ronnie turns around and looks at the table. She turns back and faces Mollie.

Ronnie: She’s probably with that guy she’s always with; your friend?

Mollie: *confused* My friend?

Ronnie: The music guy, has the twists in his hair?

Mollie: Milo?

Ronnie: There you go.

Mollie doesn’t say anything at first; she clearly tries to understand what’s going on.

Ronnie: They were being hella giggly in social studies. Like, they were passing notes to each other and everything. Also, after class, they both walked towards the music rooms together.

Mollie is dumbfounded at this information.

Mollie: I mean, i know they are partners for the project, but–

Ronnie: I don’t know, Mol. They looked really friendly with each other. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were secretly dating or something.

Mollie’s eyes widen at the thought. She doesn’t say anything else, the girls just eat the rest if their lunch.

During their gym period, Davy and a couple of other boys are playing basketball in the school yard. One of those boys is Simon. Once they finish a game off, the guys take a moment to drink some water and take a breather before they start a new game. One of the other guys comment Simon on his shooting skills, which Simon shrugs off as just “pure talent.”

The group of boys look at the girls who sit at the wall, braiding each other’s hair and talking. Laurie hangs out with her girl friends.

Davy: So how are you and Laurie going to stay together if you guys are going to different schools?

Simon: We’ll make it work, but if it doesn’t; it doesn’t.

Davy: You’re not worried she’ll find another guy?

Simon looks at Davy, Davy tries to not stare at Simon for too long.

Simon: *teasingly* If you’re tryna steal my girl, you’re gonna have to at least be more secret about it.

The boys laugh, even if Davy is uncomfortable at the response. The boys look at the other direction of the gym, where the other people are playing badminton and other sports. Sophie is one of them. SImon stares at her a little too long. Davy notices.

Davy: I think Sophie’s dating somoene.

Simon: What?

Davy: I heard that Sophie is secretly dating some kid in our class. Some music guy. The one that hangs out with Mollie’s friend?

Simon looks at Sophie, who is laughing and having fun playing on the other side. Simon is visibly angry at the sudden news.

The "Something" Series

Something I Don’t Wanna Think About: A Monologue.

Why I'm Over the Club and Bar Scene

A glass is put in front of me and I quickly pick it up and take a sip. I look around the crowded bar & grill, paying no mind to the people who are screaming over a game and are hanging out with their friends. I honestly don’t even know how I got here; I guess I just needed to get out of my apartment and not stare at those four walls anymore.

A guy comes up to the bar area and orders a drink. I can tell he’s looking at me by the way his breath is hitting the back of my neck. I turned around as he smiled at me. Ugh. He reeked of alcohol.

“Hey, sweetheart,” the guy finally said. “I haven’t seen you here before. You’re new in town?” I couldn’t help but giggle; he was old enough to possibly be my fucking father.

“No, I’ve been here for years,” I responded. This guy made himself comfortable in the seat next to me.

“I would’ve remembered a pretty face like yours,” he slyly responded. I smiled and took a sip of my drink. Can’t lie, it’s been a long time since I had any attention like this.

“Well, you must not be looking hard enough,” I toyed. I suddenly felt this feeling in my stomach, and it wasn’t pleasant. This guy is looking at me like he knows he’s about to get lucky tonight. If I’m lucky enough, maybe I’ll just puke on his clothes. “Excuse me for a moment, I just have to freshen up,” I flirtatiously said.

He didn’t get lucky with me, that’s for damn sure.

I flushed the toilet once I was done and closed the lid. I looked at the mirror and tied my hair back. Is this how my life was suppose to pan out? Me, puking my brains out every 5 hours, alone, with my child that lives 2 hours away up north? Oh, and pregnant?

The night Ari came over was when I found out. She knew something was up; she didn’t even give me the privacy to pee on the damn stick. When I finally did, I wanted nothing more to just hide under a rock. How did I allow myself to get in this situation? How did an already failed mother manage to get herself pregnant? Even more so, by a man that lives across the fucking world? Jamie still doesn’t know, and I don’t know how to tell him or if I even should tell him. Again, ruining another man’s life.

I walk into the kitchen and grab a ginger ale from the fridge; my nights have been just me doing to the local bar to drink water for the night, then to come home and wonder when did my life get this fucked. Of course, running the dance academy has been harder these days. I wanted to dance to teach, not have to dictate steps to the dancers. I wanted to be on the floor with them, not in the bathroom puking every half an hour in my office bathroom.

The screen on my phone lights up on the kitchen counter; it reads “Jamie”. I haven’t spoken to Jamie since I found out. I’ve avoided almost all of his calls, to then text him and say I’m either busy, or with Willow, or too tired. I don’t know how long I’m going to play this game with him, but it fucking hurts.

It hurts because I love that man. In the year and a half I’ve known him, I’ve fell in love with him. I want nothing more to be the prefect girlfriend for him. I want nothing more for him to come home to me again after work and cuddle on the sofa watching reruns of his favorite American TV shows. I want nothing more to be in a normal relationship with him, but there’s nothing normal about me to make it a normal relationship.

The phone screen goes black until it lights up again; this time, it’s Ari. In annoyance, I picked it up.

“Don’t tell me, Jamie called you and now you’re calling me?” I answered.

“What?” Ari questioned. “Girl, are you still not talking to Jamie?” Fuck. Busted.

“I’m talking to him,” I attempted to lie. I heard Ari suck her teeth at the other end of the phone.

“Bitch, I don’t mean by text message. Have you answered his phone calls yet?” Ari asked. She always could see through my bullshit.

“Why should I?” I said.

“Uhm,” Ari loudly responded. “Maybe because you’re carrying his baby and he has the right to know!”

“And what is he gonna do about it, huh?” I argued back. It was the truth. What is Jamie going to do when I tell him? He’s back in Korea, and here I am in NYC.

“He still has the right to know, Grace, and you know it,” Ari said. I squeezed my eyes shut as she continued to talk. “You love Jamie, and you not answering his calls is just going to hurt you both in the end.”

“I got to go,” I abruptly said and hung up the phone. I held my head with my hands, stressed and unsure what I should do. He deserves to know, I would love for him to know, but this relationship thing we got going on is just not going to work.

Maybe I should break up with him.

I looked at the clock on the stove and saw that it was about 11pm. It’s 1pm in Korea, if I do it now, he’ll pick up. I placed my phone in one of the drawers of the kitchen counter and walked away. I just want to disappear.