As I’m typing this, I’ve comfortably settled into my second year of university, and for the first time in my academic life I can say that I’m truly happy and content with where I am in life. This is all a huge contrast to my first year blues which were coupled with a few tantrums,…
Orange You Glad To See Me
Orange; vibrant, fun, creative, happy, associated with the sun. Everything a black girl is. It took me way too long to realise that me too, in the skin I’m in, are allllllll those things although I had never seen many portrayals of black women being as such in the media, you know, being warm, joyful (and…
Liebster Award
Super grateful to the lovely annaslittlething for the nomination, here was I minding my business and I got the notification from her that made my day. If you’re also an avid reader, a K-pop fan or just would like to follow someone sweet and interesting, I’d suggest a visit to her blog. The Liebster Award literally only exists…
The Importance of Treating Yourself
I’m a firm believer in treating yourself. Personally, the concept of treating yourself comes under two categories; materially and spiritually. I’ll elaborate on both later. Treating yourself is extremely important for me because as someone who felt so out of control for most of her life, it’s allowed me to stop focusing on what others…
Little Red Riding Babygirl
Colour Scheme- ✔ This is probably one of my favourite outfits I’ve worn in a while because for me it marks how far I’ve gone in my self-love journey. I mean, gasp, shock, horror, I’m showing my dark elbows. I’m wearing minimal makeup (although don’t get me wrong, I still love a good full face). I’m posing…
Operation ‘Making a Cheap Dress Look a Million Dollars’
First of all, can I just say; living life with an awkward tan is SO HARD. Secondly, I’M BACK WITH OOTD’S YASSSSSS *does a little twirl*. To those that might be new on the blog or might have only known me for my poetry, yes, I used to do ootd’s when I shared this blog with my…
Self-love and Bloom, Ladies.
As women, from a young age, we are brought up to focus on others, first of all; our parent’s happiness and then when we grow up many of us subconsciously seek relationships in which we focus (once again) on our partner’s happiness, leaving no space for us to blossom. Literally just deep this; the time and…
In a Year’s Work.
Wow, I’ve really been AWOL, M.I.A., GONE, for a whole year. I need to let that sink in for a while. Ok, honestly, I missed writing so much, but life got in the way. For a year? You ask. Yes, for a whole year. But here’s a life update for any one of you that…
Before The World Soils Her…
Snow baptises the winter baby, the chalky-white of her gown; an inanimte duplicate of a colourless, unpigmented heart
Walking, Breathing Paradox.
You make me content but not content enough although my heart fills with joy each time you breathe in my scent as I walk past you on a Sunday morning with my hair glinting in the sunlight that made it through the cracks of our solid passion, but I’m not content enough. Not at all. You make me mad, but I can’t…
ACRYLIC NEBULA 