The Last Word

When I was growing up, experience and personal growth were never the factors people considered before having children.

I rarely ever give my clothing away after a trend has passed.

It is easy to imagine ourselves in situations and give idealistic solutions freely without actually experiencing something.

I remember my first brush with Islamophobic sentiments like it was yesterday.

Sometimes it’s hard to escape being exposed to the violence that is happening around us.

My late godmother used to say that she was really happy about the time period in which she was born.

I have never worn sunscreen on my face up until this year.

Life feels stagnant and unfair. Lockdown where I live seems never ending.

Since the pandemic began, women have faced the brunt of it.

It is exhausting to constantly speak about things that hurt you.

My friend wished me “Happy Election-versary” earlier this week, a joking reminder of how mentally draining Elections 2020 was and how we both shared our fear and anxiousness during the impasse that followed the voting.

After not cycling for about five months, on Thursday morning I finally got on my bike to go a doctor’s appointment about 15 minutes away from home.

Fashion appeals to me in different ways now. Even though there are usually at least five tabs open on my laptop that are related to fashion at any given time there is a growing reluctance to engross myself in fashions shows.

Silence is violence. Silence perpetuates violence and normalizes it. Like many, the news of the death of Andrea Bharatt in neighbouring Trinidad shook me.

The society I live in now is the furthest thing from perfect, but I would be stifling my conscience if I did not say that the one from which I migrated is deeply toxic.

Anti-blackness is everywhere in the fashion industry but some days it just feels more pronounced than others.

After four years, America is finally rid of its most divisive president.

I have never really examined why I have never been inclined to have children up until this current period in my life.

I took the decision two days before the new year broke to temporarily deactivate my Facebook and Instagram accounts; a digital detox is what health and wellness gurus call it.

It feels like something or the other happened this year to everyone.