I’ve battled my feelings for mascara for too many years to count. I first discovered its magical way of making eyes pop and faces look awake at some point in my teens. Maybelline Great Lash was my mascara of choice, and it never failed to give me the confidence I needed to successfully navigate... read more

It all started when I was 18 years old, I left home to go to University in London. I knew how to boil an egg and make a mean pasta salmon dish, but to be honest in your first year of University, being in the kitchen to cook dinner was the furthest thing fr... read more

In this modern age there are many acronyms that women are faced with – MILF, PMS, HPV, STD (yikes) – but one term remains undefined. PGS, aka Pretty Girl Syndrome. When we talk about PGS, we need to start, much like the bible, at the beginning. When a baby girl enters this world, ... read more

I am equally fussy about what I put on my body as what I put in my body. The skin is the largest absorbent organ we have and yes, I am one of those people who doesn’t wear deodorant (ask my friends who complain how ripe  I am on a hot day). If you’ve wa... read more

When I was 13, freedom meant a pair of very short jeans shorts. Though both fortunately and unfortunately, my father didn’t agree with me. He told me that no self-respecting girl would wear something like that and that he didn’t care if all my friends were wearing them, because no ... read more

My body is my body when I wake up with bed-head. I walk down the street and people stare. Diagnose me with illnesses; assuming I’m going to die because of my body. Men hassle me for my number and comment on my ass. My body is no longer my body. People give me dirty ... read more