Sabrina Bawa

I have a confession to make. For the first few years of my relationship (and honestly, in past ones too), there was a part of me I would hide — simply because I thought it wasn’t acceptable in love: how much I actually eat, and how much I genuinely love

The Year I Remembered What Pleasure Feels Like

Ah, wine. Isn’t it fascinating how wine has long been a male-dominated industry, and yet, whether in movies, shows, or real life, it’s so often the woman holding a glass of red at night, or sipping sparkling wine in the bath? There’s something about wine that

There’s something about an elegant dish like fresh pasta that instantly puts me in a feminine state. Don’t you agree? I’m talking about the whole setting: the soft warmth of slippery, glossy pasta, the way candlelight reflects off the oil, the creamy, savory comfort in every bite,

I’ve just returned from a three-week trip to the South of France, And every time I immerse myself in French culture, there’s one thing that never fails to astonish me: Pleasure isn’t a reward. It’s a way of life. There’s no earning it. No

I realized recently that the topic of women and cravings has been following us for generations. I stumbled upon archival footage from the early 1920s teaching women how to diet, how to shrink, how to disappear. It was all there, plain as day: instructions passed down through generations, disguised as