A poem on loving the self over the years.
A poem on beauty standards set by society and the war many of us are forced to fight with ourselves on a daily basis.
'Let your insecurities heal, help yourself recover from the past.'
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.
'Why does everyone see the hair on my face before they see me?'
'It is when you find the comfort within yourself.'
You’re not feminist enough, not free enough, not sexually aware enough; you’re not enough. Not even for yourself.
If micro-management thrives and there is no trust in your organisation, you are looking down the barrel of a toxic work culture.
This is a letter written to my body about how I am reclaiming it.
Why are women made to feel like we need to mask our 'imperfections'?