This morning, I opened my dry, puffy eyes, recalled everything that happened over the past few days, allowed the pain of it all to slowly consume me, and then…
And then, I made a promise to myself.
I swore to build my entire financial empire upon the disrespect, aggression, insecurity, violence, objectification, abuse, degradation, invalidation, and toxicity that men use to keep us, as women, down and raise themselves up.
I’m going to turn all my trauma into hard cash, and I’m going to use the very system which oppresses me to do it.
Recently, andfor the first time in my life, I’ve been entertaining the thought of someday having children.
I realize how exciting it would be to pass down my mom’s side’s genes, which “eat all other genes” [coarse, curly, thick hair, muscular thighs, and an undeniable aptitude for the sciences seem inevitable in her family tree]. It would be a treat to have a little one [or two], and see whether they lean towards the sciences and arts, like my mom’s side of the family, or inherit my dad’s side’s business [and also science] savvy.
It would also be heart-warming to dress and style them so that they feel confident and dressed-for-success every day; better yet, I would love to nurture these tiny human beings, as well as their skills, passions, potentials, and ambitions, so that they can make the most of their lives, and hopefully be the best and happiest versions of themselves they can be.
Like me, Rupi Kaur is a first-generation, Indian-Canadian (not Indian-American, but still very similar), twenty-something-year-old woman [and poet].
This isn’t exactly a “concoction” a girl like myself, who didn’t know any other writers [or even about the #WritingCommunity] until just a few months ago], saw every day…. Or, any day, really [outside of myself].
In fact, I still don’t.
We’re minorities in more ways than one and, in that, I absolutely knew I had to check out Rupi’s poetry when she dropped her first book, Milk and honey.
Isn’t it intriguing how the word “humanity” is used to describe virtue, and yet, human beings are notorious for ultimately destroying just about everything we touch?
Exhibit A: Mother Earth.
Exhibit B:Each other.
There’s no denying it — human beings are curious creatures. For a species which perpetually glorifies goodness, we tend to do an awful lot of crooked things. Still, the question remains: are human beings plagued by evil, or are we actually the plague in ourselves?
It was upon the poetic pages of his renowned Divine Comedy that Dante Alighieri ascended. He famously commenced his journey in Inferno, and later reached Paradiso. The speaker in Devolution, however, is on a slightly different journey. Rather than drawing nearer to Paradiso, she can only journey further away from bliss. It is by God’s design that our tragic heroine continues to slip and fall, and it is by His will that she descends. Will she find redemption before the pages run inkless, or will she be doomed to the depraved depths of Inferno forevermore? Only Time will tell.
The warm weather and fresh avocados inspire an overall feeling of wellness for many folks (myself included), and so I thought I’d share my favorite healthy smoothie recipe with you all. It beats those overpriced, high-sugar, processed smoothies they have at the grocery store — I promise.
If you follow me on either Twitter or Instagram, you may have noticed I’m a brand ambassador for a handful of companies. Of course, this includes Abella Eyewear.
For context, you should know that in the past year and a half of my life (December 2017-March 2019), I’ve received dozens of offers to become a brand ambassador. I was new to the game when these started coming in; for the first six months, I accepted as many positions with as many companies as I could.
It wasn’t long before I fell head first into the dark side of brand ambassadorship or, as some like to call it, Instagram modeling. Not every company I worked with was legitimate, and some were even running scams!
I don’t usually write book reviews; as a matter of fact, this is actually the first one I’ve ever posted on this blog.
My [unintentional] “celibacy” in regards to not blogging about other authors’ books persisted for a long while without any glitches. It’s not exactly like I was going out of my way to resist reviewing other authors’ work either; blogging about books just wasn’t my thing, and there were other things I preferred to rant about back in former days.