You scan through your old photos, looking at how much you’ve changed since your 12th birthday and remembering the days when tattoo chokers and paisley bandanas ‘shot’ up your ‘fashion game’ (well, at least in my case…). Flicking through the photos you start to accumulate flashbacks of embarrassing moments, classroom crushes and the time you were convinced fame was calling for you. However, like most of us, you will also remember the struggles you went through; the battle of loving yourself.

Our animalistic traits are primarily responsible for our desire to attain beauty. We see it across the animal kingdom, a well known example are peacocks fluttering their brightly coloured feathers in order to attract a mate. Amongst humans, the culture of seeking validation has grown rapidly since the introduction of social apps e.g. twitter, instagram and so on. They are in an essence, attracting validation from others in order to give themselves certainty and solidity that they are indeed attractive. It could be argued that this is a form of an addiction, the constant need to be approved by others rather than yourself. Furthermore, it could be said that this has stemmed from deep rooted issues that can be traced back a primary source/s. Expanding on that point, there might have been a time in your life where you saw yourself reflecting the life of someone else who you deemed to be more attractive, popular, loved etc… You then begin to use that individual as your blueprint, stripping away the layers of you.

You are worthy of self-praise, self-affection and self-admiration. Every flaw you see amplifies your distinctive beauty and adds to your mysticism. Go ahead and take that selfie, gaze at your omnipotent beauty that vibrates from your core. Self love is a battle, you are not expected to chant ‘I love myself’ everyday because you are entitled to feel down. Insecurity is nothing to be ashamed of, it reminds you that you will rise again and tread over its ashes, like the rebirth of a Phoenix.

Love and light,



“You don’t owe prettiness to anyone” – Diana Vreeland

I love the form of a naked women, nothing vibrates raw beauty like nudity; the most natural form of divinity. However the socio-evolution of nakedness and sex has reached a critical point.

The spirituality that surrounds sex has overtime been gradually replaced by a fame ridden euphoria, the delicate poetry behind the naked body has been distorted by the monopolists for a profitable reward. Where do we see this? Look around you, absorb every minute detail and you will begin to unravel the tightly woven fabric; the thread is loose. The realm of celebrities is a vast one, covering every aspect of our daily lives from what to wear to what to eat, but the central point always comes back to one crucial aspect – Aesthetics. The social pressure that burdens women today to consistently maintain their appearance is phenomenal, the attack is imminent from every corner. However what is more outstanding is the method in which this is deployed, I have come to the understanding that in order for me, a young women, to get any social credibility I must be in position to either twerk my booty in a skimpy thongkini or feature in an amateur sex tape with terrible lighting. Now naturally there will be some responses to this, ‘its my body I can do whatever I want‘ or my personal favourite ‘we don’t live in the dark ages anymore, women are entitled to freedom of expression ‘.

I applaud these statements, a woman who voluntarily chooses to wear the veal is no different to a woman who actively chooses to wear a mini skirt, but let me illustrate the concept of my concern. As mentioned earlier nudity is a majestic form, but due to the mutations of mainstream media female nudity has been modified into a soulless object. This is an insult to our freedom of expression, how can I be taken seriously if all I’m doing throughout a rap music video is sliding down pole and being reffered to as ‘that bitch I just fucked’? I do not condole the likes of the Kardashians, the silicon pumped strippers and talentless musicians who aspire to achieve greatness merely through the sexulization of their bodies. I do not support the endorsement of books such as ‘How to be bad bitch‘ a destructive guide on setting up young girls for failure. I will not consolidate with matters that spring up from mind numbing celebrity magazines that fixate millions of women on frivolous matters. My confidence lies in the certainty that I am a creation of both body and intellect; I intend to utilise both.

From Harriet Tubman right through to Aung San Suu Kyi, we have seen these women actively fight adversity and injustice and it is their resilient nature, stemmed from their intellect and grace, that has awarded them with the title of revolutionary women. I welcome my sisters to partake in this journey, your mind is an untapped well of abundant wisdom and power. You have the potential to librate yourself and those who surround you, simply by beginning your journey of self-love. That is what it ultimately comes down to, self-love. Remove the falsified theories that your body is a gateway of success instead celebrate your intelligence, tease people with your wisdom and become the graceful woman that you are. I want you to redefine the standards of a ‘bad bitch‘, begin to indulge in activities that stimulate your mind this is a revolutionary step into re-establishing your womanhood.


“It’s the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I’m a woman Phenomenally.” ― Maya Angelou