The Archive

I’m not ashamed of needing beauty, rest, or romance to feel human. I’m ashamed we were taught not to

An invitation This essay is part of SABRINA, a literary magazine about beauty, pleasure, and the art of feeling feminine and fully alive. If someone sent this to you, Issue No. 01 is free. If the thought of your next meal brings anxiety and bloating instead of contentment and joy

A reminder that sometimes, the smallest rituals—a scent, a color, a gesture—can call confidence back home

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,