The Archive

Lately, I’ve been thinking about motivation, and how I’m simply no longer available for the kind that feels like force. Maybe I’m being too harsh with Mr. Motivation. But I wonder if what we call a lack of motivation is simply the absence of inner desire. And

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

If the thought of your next meal brings anxiety and bloating instead of contentment and joy – welcome home, dear one. You’ve come to the right place. I can’t count the number of times I had to change my outfit before leaving the house because of the discomfort of

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