I May Not Be Everyone’s First Choice But I Will Always Be Mine
byMy earliest memory of anything to do with how others perceived me was when playing kiss/chase in school. I remember my friends giggling at…
My earliest memory of anything to do with how others perceived me was when playing kiss/chase in school. I remember my friends giggling at…
It seems no matter how much progress we make in the feminism movement and our fight for equity, we women still get the short…
Being a Muslim woman in the western world can be daunting. There is this notion that if you’re practicing, you’re oppressed. You almost find…
My inbox is usually a place of love. Random, heartfelt emails from women who have somehow found their way to one of my books….
It wasn’t until recently that I realized how twisted my younger self was. Twisted how? Well, I was a teenager living in a world…
It was a typical dark winter morning. The sky was still inky and yet to morph into grey. I checked my emails, and in…
In 2016, at 27 years old, I decided to turn my back on my dead end job in London and move to China to…
I’m tired of explaining the difference between ethnicity and nationality. When you make a remark, an ignorant comment about race, you are insulting the…
The more I think on the topic of race, the less I understand it. It seems to be a word, a topic and an…
My earliest hair memories are all negative. Brushing my curls out in the hopes it would make it straight. Being turned away from multiple…