Hello gentlepeople, welcome to Muted Mouthful! My name is Tiara (She/They/pronoun fluid), your humble host and guide through the inner workings of my mind. Muted Mouthful is a safe space I've created for myself, and hopefully, others, to navigate through some of life's cringiest moments. As someone that has felt misunderstood and out of place for most of my life, I now understand how important it is to share your story; this blog allows me to do so in the form of personal essays and creative writing. I hope we will be able to laugh, cry, and cringe together. If nothing else, you just made a new, quirky, weirdo friend!
Content warning: Suicide
If you are struggling, especially when suicidal thoughts and ideation makes you believe you are alone and worthless, please know these three things: you are loved, you will be missed, and the world is better with you in it. These sound like cliches, but it is true! You have an abundance of support from complete strangers. Your existence here makes a difference.
100-word microfiction in response to Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge)
Chase woke up to two missed calls and seven texts. They were all from his ex Logan, their breakup was fresh and she was devastated. “Plz talk to me” “U hurt me” “I love u” “I miss u” “I hate u” “Pick up!” “Check the door.” He scanned […]
It is tiresome to constantly feel the urgency to watch my back. I have yet to find proof that it is safe for me to let my guard down and run into the arms of a world free from harm. My hypervigilance has intersectional roots, I am: Black. […]
My curves and my smile were not made for you you are not entitled to my body, my consent, or my peace of mind. Keep your hands in your pockets, keep your lustful thoughts and your twisted fantasies to yourself. Do not question me, I owe you nothing. […]
A phrase that, theoretically, is supposed to stop us in our tracks. Someone with coerced authority tells us to stop resisting and we are obligated to become compliant. Despite the egregiousness of the offense, we are expected to relinquish opposition and concede. We hear this command from police […]
Sometimes your sexual identity as not very clear at all. Here’s a story about coming to terms with mine. No one needs a label or a big revelation. It’s all about you and your journey. The way you experience your life is more than valid.
I do not like my stretch marks, I never have. The unflattering lines dance across my body, a waltz of imperfection. The mirror is unkind to me, my zig-zags of insecurities exposed. My hips, my waist, my arms alike, are cloaked to avoid any unforeseen gaze. Then I […]
You wanted fame, money, and power. In return, you overlooked family, fun, and love. You never let yourself rest, always moving with such haste. In the end, are you happy? You’re rich, but are you fulfilled? You have bare shelves in a big house, where are your fond […]
This will be more of a ramble post, I apologize in advance. I keep most of my thoughts in my head and the fact that I have been letting them out, little by little, every week kind of freaks me out. This is probably a good thing, but […]
