People of Colour, White Privilege & Black Lives Matter

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,

Racism, POC and Some Things We Need to Talk About

Talking about the role of People of Colour in the Black Lives Matter movement.

Born Ugly – Battling the Idea of Hereditary Flaws and Redefining Beauty

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

About Living on Less – A 2 Week Challenge

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

Struggling to Write in the Age of Social Media

Begging the question, is there space for a writer in a visually saturated world and an image driven culture?

Can we take Feminism seriously for a moment?

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

Struggling on the Road to Financial Independence

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

I don’t have the audacity to be polite

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

You are not in competition with anyone else

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

About Feeling like a Failure

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

What Social Anxiety Feels Like

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

Not every day is a good day

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,