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 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

An Anxious Mind

I don’t know when it starts. Just this feeling comes over me and suddenly things have changed. Suddenly it’s not right anymore. You go through everything and it feels just the same. There’s no event, no trigger, just the images dancing around your mind as if you’re still lost there, still scared there. Now there’s

A Message from Palestine

The Palestinian Nakba is not only a historical event, but act as a reminder of the injustice that is still taking place in Palestine. This post is one of those reminders.

And the mother prayed…

It took me six months to write down her story, six months to write down a few lines. It’s easier to forget. I met a woman in the city of Medina, in Saudi Arabia who tapped my shoulder as I was conversing with my mother. “Mummy?” she whispered as she pointed towards my mother, in

Broken Down Palace

I came across a land so desolate and undignified in nature, it saddened me. The way a man beheads a tree bleeding its life into the earth that sorrow befalls the garden, and the insects scramble back into the underground seeking refuge in its dirt. And I watch the sun’s rays through the yellowness of

Midnight Musings

Last night I lay in bed drifting in and out of the nothingness which consumes me, worried about things that shouldn’t concern me and dreaming of fantasies that will never be. And I lay there, still, between my white sheets which clung to my skin like on a hot summer’s night, sticking to my legs.