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Going back to France this time was a grand project. A challenge. Something motivating and exciting.
I hadn’t felt that motivated and excited in a long time—probably not since the last time I was in France. Last summer and fall, whenever I talked about going back to France, I lit up. Besides fitting snugly into the new “plan” I’d outlined for myself, it just felt right.
I envisioned this séjour as a fresh start, the easy answer to the complex, convoluted, and downright tough questions I’ve been grappling with. About who I was versus who I am now, about what I really want out of life and how to get it.
But answers don’t come easily and fixes aren’t quick, no matter how drastically you change your life.
I made my drastic change. I moved to Paris—PARIS for goodness sake, one of the most beautiful cities in the world!—and I quickly fell into a funk.
At…
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The release of Mad Max Fury Road on 14th May has us all sitting anxiously on our hands with bated breath. I decided to take matters into my own hands. I am Furiosa, helping women escape the cage of beauty ideals. The future of our sisterhood lies in the support we show each other as we create our own definition of beauty. The richness of our strength glistens from the flame within.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words, even more so when there are captions underneath! So I’ll let the photos do the talking…..
Escaping the cage of beauty ideals
Time to change the Oppressor’s tune
“She’s my property!” Furiosa rescues Capable from Immortan Joe
“Oh what a day, what a lovely day!”
“We are not things!” Releasing the shackles
Immortan Joe is hot on our heels snarling “Where is she taking her? I want her back!”
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When you can’t write what you need to write, you write what you can. I want to write about…
That new Dove ad is absurdly symbolic. Women in five cities around the world are made to choose one of two doors in order to enter a space. The entries are labelled ‘Beautiful’ or ‘Average’. There seems to be no other way to gain access to the building. Your physical appearance is your only admission. Choose beautiful Dove says. F**K that.
My sister looked radiant tonight. I don’t know if I have ever seen her glow like this. When she made her entrance into the hall, mischief captured her and she threw her hennaed hands up in the air, her intricately brown laced hands swirling through the air as she danced. Little dried flecks sprinkled off her hands like black confetti. Later my father, handsome in his turquoise blue sherwani interrupted…
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10years down
Look at us now
We not different from the start
We still fight
Day and night
We have been shaped by experience
Looked upon by many
And we still fight
Day and night
L have loved, you have loved
we been loved, hated and ignored
We have been heartbroken, broken hearts
So we fight
Day and night
We screamed, danced and still do
Made friends, new enemies
So we shall fight
Day and night.
She is as sly as a fox, with a temper of a wounded lion, she is the Queen Cobra, fierce that a few walk her path at the greatest of moments she is sweeter than that we call honey.
She blows like the mist of eden, risen up with the hope of all the olden, carries a light in one hand
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