Eating healthy is all the rage today. Scroll through Instagram’s explore page and you will see what appears to be a million and one voices shouting at you to be healthy.
While youth sometimes makes you feel as if you have all the time in the world, growing older forces you to contemplate certain aspects of your life.
I never thought my interests would shift so drastically, but at my current stage in life the only things I want to spend huge sums of my money on are my home and my diet.
I have a love-hate relationship with living in a hyperconnected world. Despite it being free will when it comes to deciding on our level of connectivity, it sometimes seems as if we are pushed into being mapped in.
Summer is my season. To be honest it’s the only season I truly feel happy in.
Two weeks ago, I showed up for gym and my card wouldn’t swipe me in.
I have been on Instagram since 2013. I remember wanting to get it when I started blogging online.
As a 29-year-old woman, I still find it difficult to speak about doing what is best for my body and myself.
I really like Rihanna. I think her creative passion is pure and she has neatly and cautiously carved out a special place for herself in everyone’s heart.
Everything in life seems impossible until it gets done and unreachable until you can actually touch it.
The first Monday of May every year is possibly the most anticipated day for fashion enthusiasts.
I don’t like the phrase ‘beach body’. It’s a common term that is often thrown around when the summer/August holidays approach.
It is difficult to feel good about yourself when everything you like goes against what seems to be right.
Despite the fact that I am very much for re-wearing items that I own, I must admit that at times it can prove quite difficult to do so.
I can’t believe April is already here. In this particular quarter you may have already started to receive wedding invitations for August/summer weddings, worry about the expense they will put you in (because even as a guest weddings are expensive), have a good solid fight with your partner to determine who should be there and who shouldn’t etc.
I started working out about a year ago. Up until last November, I primarily worked from home and I found that because I was so stationary, being isolated also started to feel normal because I was still managing to be productive.
Sometimes it feels as if the marketing departments of stores that I speak of and like, listen in on my telephone calls.
It has been said that style is influenced by several factors. Disposable income and peer influence often overshadow the environmental factor.
Somehow ageing has made me become more aware of what is going into my body.
Why don’t people speak the truth about others when they die? It’s almost as if they are afraid that their spirits will come back to haunt them.
If anyone looked at my saved basket on ASOS (the virtual equivalent to walking around with loads of items in your hand in an actual store) they wouldn’t have the slightest clue as to what is going on in my life.
Luxury has a different meaning for everyone. For some it could be reflected in the types of purchases made and for others it could mean living completely organic lives.
In a world of excess that creates so much uncertainty, minimalism is becoming the new face of desirability as it relates to fashion and lifestyle.
One of the most painful things for me to do is to wear a new pair of shoes.
Maybe you are tired of hearing it by now, but Happy New Year!
The unwritten rule as it relates to colour co-ordination for certain special events has always baffled me.
Christmas is my favourite holiday but it is also one of the more emotionally awkward holidays.
I’m going to be 30 years old next year. Just publicizing that fact feels awkward.
Every time I come across a scandal in fashion that involves a racist or gesture, I note that there is a standardized processing pattern.
I have the luxury of getting up every morning and being able to freely choose my clothing according to my personal style and how I feel.
Global news overwhelms me, but not acknowledging the world’s state of affairs makes me feel even more miserable.
I can’t attach a single label to my style, simply because it is dependent on too many factors.
At times I am reluctant to share my fascination with dancehall music in certain social settings.
Ever since I migrated, I have had a hard time breaking up with summer.
I ponder at times why we as Guyanese people are so reluctant to embrace parts of our culture.
I have been overwhelmed with the responsibilities of life, so much so that I have started to neglect my hair.
They say that you shouldn’t meet your idols as they almost always end up disappointing you.
It’s amazing how your interests and priorities shift as you grow older. Fashion month is passing through Milan as you read this and, believe it or not, I haven’t felt the urge to indulge in my usual swooning over the collections online.
Our consumption patterns are directly linked to our value system. No matter how we try to alter our perception of fashion, each time we consume it is directly linked to personal choice and a clear reflection of our politics and disposable income among other things.
I haven’t been to Sunday mass in quite a while. Living in Belgium, I failed miserably when it came to finding a church that held services in English.
Living ethically as it relates to fashion has always been seen as elitist and rightly so to an extent since ethical clothing tends to be very expensive.
Guyana’s oil find seems to be the main topic dominating the news these days and rightly so.
There are no words to express how it feels to move through a European city during Pride Week.
We may think that the current obsession of having our brows look a certain way is peculiar only to this era, but it isn’t.
I have never been remotely interested in celebrity designers, well Rihanna’s makeup line Fenty Beauty is an exception.
I don’t like to be disturbed when I’m fighting the patriarchy unconsciously, much less consciously.
I wrestle with the idea of personal style being alive and well in the 21st century.
When we think of weddings in 2018, we hardly ever think of the groom and much less the guests.
I can understand why people at times do not see discussing the sartorial choices of others as important; why it comes off as frivolous and shallow.
For as long as I can remember, I have stayed away from dark-coloured clothing.