It’s hard to write this post. It’s hard to say the things I’m about to say. Because I wish they were never true. But denying that Racism exists is the worst thing we can do. And denying that racism exists within ourselves & within our homes is a great disservice towards the fight for justice, freedom and human dignity. If you are a person of … Continue reading People of Colour, White Privilege & Black Lives Matter
Talking about the role of People of Colour in the Black Lives Matter movement. Continue reading Racism, POC and Some Things We Need to Talk About
For the longest time I felt plagued by the incessant need to cover up what is believed to be outward flaws in my appearance. My olive skin never quite light enough, my textured curls could never pass as straight, my discolouration around my joints pointed towards my ‘ethnic’ heritage and my prominent dark circles led me down a spiral of consumerism and blinded belief that … Continue reading Born Ugly – Battling the Idea of Hereditary Flaws and Redefining Beauty
Okay so here’s the deal – I’ve challenged myself out of spending money for the next 2 weeks for a multitude of reasons. But before I get into them let me just preface by saying this: I am spending money on food i.e. groceries and any other health benefits like, I don’t know, if I have to go to the doctor’s office for some reason … Continue reading About Living on Less – A 2 Week Challenge
Begging the question, is there space for a writer in a visually saturated world and an image driven culture? Continue reading Struggling to Write in the Age of Social Media
Can we take feminism seriously for a moment because I’m tired. I’m tired of constantly having the same conversations to women of how men overstep personal boundaries. This fuels me with so much rage that I cannot even write a post and be calm anymore. Get out of my space! And in case you don’t know what someone’s personal space is, let me show you. This … Continue reading Can we take Feminism seriously for a moment?
When I was much younger, I imagined independence would be one straight road, that went something like this > get a degree > get a job > get a good salary > get an apartment > voila! So I did all of these things and felt pretty good about it. I’ve written briefly about my experience moving abroad, and it was all I dreamed of … Continue reading Struggling on the Road to Financial Independence
I don’t have the audacity to be polite, to sit and smile at the gestures I dislike – when you infringe on my space without my consent, nudging me with your elbow, grabbing my hand, my wrist if you will, all to pay a fucking bill. I don’t have the audacity to be patient, to entertain you in small talk, chit chats of how you’re … Continue reading I don’t have the audacity to be polite
For the past few weeks this has been my mantra before going to bed at night. Being in a new city, albeit a city where I grew up, had spurred on some negative feelings, largely due to the anxious nature of settling in to a different place, but more particularly in the field of social media, an area I have strayed away from for months. … Continue reading You are not in competition with anyone else
The dreaded feeling of failure has visited me more often in recent weeks due to taking up new challenges. About a month ago I joined a pilates class at my yoga studio and I’ve not felt like a bad-ass for doing it. Most days, I just felt like I was failing. Starting new ventures is always hard for beginners. It’s about learning the ropes and … Continue reading About Feeling like a Failure
It’s easier to write a post about fashion or skincare, because there’s a lightness to it, a freedom almost. Whereas talking about something so personal, something I find hard to speak about even with friends, something I feel I don’t understand myself, gives me great pause. It makes me want to erase the title, and write about anything else, like winter skincare products or something. … Continue reading What Social Anxiety Feels Like
There’s ash on the ground and ash on the sheets, fumes in her lungs from a time she was so naive she couldn’t speak. Now she can’t breathe, her fragile body curled up between the sheets, thinking how could she have been so weak. But I tell myself every day that I am not her, that it’s not real. Not every day is a good … Continue reading Not every day is a good day
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