A poem on loving the self over the years.
Tag: self love
My Body, a Language of Vulnerability
A poem on beauty standards set by society and the war many of us are forced to fight with ourselves on a daily basis.
Why I Simply Can’t Move
From despising all movement-based classes, to it spilling over into my life – the time has come to take stock and resolve any underlying issues.
Masturbating When You Hate Your Body
You’re not feminist enough, not free enough, not sexually aware enough; you’re not enough. Not even for yourself.
The Dysfunctional Relationship No One Warned You About
If micro-management thrives and there is no trust in your organisation, you are looking down the barrel of a toxic work culture.
Putting On Makeup Feels Like Going to War With My Flaws (And Myself)
Why are women made to feel like we need to mask our 'imperfections'?