It’s been a year since I last wrote to you from my desk, and I’ve truly missed the feeling of writing something real — not content, not tips — but something that touches.
To be quite honest, I’ve spent the last year… trying to find my senses again.
Unusual,
An invitation
This essay is part of SABRINA, a literary magazine about beauty, pleasure,
and the art of feeling feminine and fully alive.
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Issue No. 01 is free.
If the thought of your next meal brings anxiety and bloating instead of contentment and joy
I always find it fascinating when I stumble upon a video about makeup on social media.
Lipstick, especially.
In the comments, there are always two kinds of women: those who say red lipstick looks ridiculous on them, and those who say it makes them feel unstoppable.
I read one story
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
It’s been a year since I last wrote to you from my desk, and I’ve truly missed the feeling of writing something real — not content, not tips — but something that touches.
To be quite honest, I’ve spent the last year… trying to find my senses again.
Unusual,