The feminine way to productivity is a smooth, easy way for me. I’m on a path of rewilding my soul and it works way better than the masculine pushing, pulling, and forcing. I used to have that in my life when I was still working full-time in my corporate jobs.

Essa Abdulsalam, better known as 3tune is a hip-hop rapper, and songwriter based in Dubai, UAE. He has been creating music for some time now and has managed to grow his fan base very quickly. 3tune has been able to reach out to people all over the world and have his message through his music has touch the hearts of many. He is working on releasing new music soon.

The research indicates that most countries around the world are in line to experience a monumental decline in the number of children being born. Furthermore, the sharp decrease is set to reduce the global population, with nations around the world prepared to see as many new-born children as they do residents turning 80-years old.

The Covid-19 outbreak we are currently living through, is difficult for everyone. However, studies have found that girls and young women are disproportionately affected by health emergencies. In addition to the impact the Covid-19 pandemic is having on girls’ mental health (40 per cent of young women ages 14-21 have said that lockdown has negatively impacted their mental health), the issue of period poverty is also more acute and urgent than ever.

Professional success and prestige are often related to men. When it comes to cinema,the same isrepeated, that is, we see many narratives extolling male achievements and few films about strong women with female protagonism. However, there are stories that show another vision and serve as inspiration for the female audience.

Being a stay at home mo is a very difficult and unforgiving lifestyle. It's around the clock, constant watch on -- let's be honest -- tiny psycho versions of yourself. As a mom of 3, soon to be 4 (all under 4,) I frequently get asked how I don't lose my mind being a stay at home mom while maintaining a 4.0 GPA in college.

Professional success and prestige are often related to men. When it comes to cinema,the same isrepeated, that is, we see many narratives extolling male achievements and few films about strong women with female protagonism. However, there are stories that show another vision and serve as inspiration for the female audience.

I hear my friends talk about their sexy underwear, the corsets they wear on the weekends, the French knickers and push up bras, in general that feel good factor you feel just before getting into bed with their husbands. I remembered that feeling well, ever since my teens I always wore nice/sexy underwear, but after hitting my 40s and my husband throwing away most of my sexy underwear, I seemed to of stopped caring however, I didn’t realize just how much I stopped caring.

The Salem Witch Trials that occurred in 1692-1693 saw a rise in the accusations of witchcraft in the United States. It’s a popular topic nowadays, especially with the rise in the pagan religion and practice of witchcraft. In these modern times, not a lot of people think twice about these spiritual practices given the increase in religious and spiritual acceptance and tolerance. Claims from back in these trials ranged in severity from witches sacrificing animals to putting curses on families and possessing young girls. Over the years that preceded, many guidelines were put into place on how to spot a witch, and the following hysteria resulted in roughly 25 deaths. The Salem Witch Trials have been largely denounced, considering there is not an accurate way to spot a witch, and even if there is, the tolerance and understanding towards the spiritual practice has grown so much.

The World We Live in Today Being kind is the most powerful thing that you can be at any given time. In today's world women need encouragement. Now, I am by no means saying that men don't need encouragement as well but what I am focused on throughout this blog is women helping women. First, you never know what someone is going through. Be there to encourage someone else in their time of stress. Don't listen to rumors, or the nasty things a person says on social media about your friend. I think it is important to connect on social media.

Random outbursts of applause erupted from the steps of the Supreme Court building last night. Parents carried their children, many already in their pajamas, in one arm, and held up phones, candles, and makeshift beacons in the other. A beacon — in remembrance of someone who, for so many, was just that.

Just over a week ago I jumped head first into the deep end of a world I really knew nothing about, OnlyFans.com. If you know what this site is then i'm sure there was already a slew of opinions and thoughts that ran through your head the moment you got to the period of my first sentence. If you don't know anything about it, OnlyFans is a subscription based content creation platform that made a huge splash in pop culture because of its ties to nudity and explicit content. Right off the bat, this is one of the most controversial platforms that exist in our world today. So just as any other rebellious millennial, I of course had to press the "red button" and join. Its been one week, and I've learned more and accumulated better stories than the last 10 years of instagram and facebook combined.

Who really is this brave woman? If you have been keeping up with the news about the #EndSars movement, a movement which has drawn attention to the brutality and harassment of Nigerian people by the Special Anti-Robbery Squad (SARS), then even if the name Aisha Yesufu isn’t familiar to you, her picture is.

I grew up with a homemaker mother, a working father. I was raised to believe that women belonged at home, men at work. I grew up with conservative Republican parents as a bisexual woman, and I heard a lot of political discussions between my grandfather and my dad and my great uncles. Women didn't talk politics in our house.

Just over a week ago I jumped head first into the deep end of a world I really knew nothing about, OnlyFans.com. If you know what this site is then i'm sure there was already a slew of opinions and thoughts that ran through your head the moment you got to the period of my first sentence. If you don't know anything about it, OnlyFans is a subscription based content creation platform that made a huge splash in pop culture because of its ties to nudity and explicit content. Right off the bat, this is one of the most controversial platforms that exist in our world today. So just as any other rebellious millennial, I of course had to press the "red button" and join. Its been one week, and I've learned more and accumulated better stories than the last 10 years of instagram and facebook combined.

At the age of fifty-five I started looking for my sexy again. I have lost it several times in my life. It left in my thirties and it took until my forties to find it again. Again, it left when I turned fifty-three. This time it was harder to find. I had to redefine myself. There's nothing harder than redefining yourself. This time my nest was going to be empty. My little chick was going away to school. I had always been a mom, a single mom. A single mom whose boyfriend of many years had just broken up with her. I was not feeling sexy. I wasn't feeling anything but empty.

I recently went through a little stint where nothing I did made me feel "sexy" in the most feminine sense of the word. After being on a major weight loss journey, I gave in to all the negative thoughts I had about my body and spiraled. Night after night, I'd ask my fiancé if I was "sexy enough" for him. How could I be "sexy enough" for him? And every time I'd ask, he'd give me the same little roundabout answer: "You're pretty, and that's enough for me."

H is shadow illuminated on the wall behind him. The light of the candles dancing along the stone walls. He slowly stepped along the dirt path that laid in front of him. As he reached the end of the path he came upon a small wooden door that had a small black knob on it. When he tried turning the knob the door wouldn’t budge. He tried jiggling the knob to see if it would come loose but there was still nothing. The ever so curious man quietly pressed his right ear against the wooden door to see if he could hear anything.

The Covid-19 outbreak we are currently living through, is difficult for everyone. However, studies have found that girls and young women are disproportionately affected by health emergencies. In addition to the impact the Covid-19 pandemic is having on girls’ mental health (40 per cent of young women ages 14-21 have said that lockdown has negatively impacted their mental health), the issue of period poverty is also more acute and urgent than ever.

I often hear the complaint "my wife suddenly lost interest in sex, she is bitchy and doesn't want me near her", "she is not the person I used to know!"

Trigger warning: sexual assault, grooming This is going to be very different from what I normally write. If you are a friend of mine, I would appreciate a check-in with me before you read this. If you are new, welcome. I’m sure this found you for a reason. I don’t want to submit this. I will anyway.

Deborah Burns and I basically reenacted that line from “Pretty Woman” when we met over hors d’oeuvres at an industry event several years ago: “What happens when (s)he rescues the princess? (S)he rescues him right back!” We bonded over boredom and brie and traded business cards. The kind of exchange that means well, but ends up in the card pile of good intentions.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN The Ceremony continues. Blink and you’ll miss it, but there’s a clever bit of subtle dramatic metaphor in how the scene is set up. The Commander must knock on the sitting room door to enter, the sitting room being described as “Serena Joy’s territory” in which “he’s supposed to ask permission to enter it.” The Commander enters the room without her permission, foreshadowing what exactly this Ceremony entails. Offred muses over this “protocol,” wondering if it’s because of a domestic spat over dinner.

I’m not even sure where to start with this one! This is, hands down, one of the funniest “self help” books that I have ever read. I’m generally not one for these types of books, but I knew that I had to give this a read. Life advice, hilarious stories, and beautifully captured photographs align to create the perfect reading experience. I think it is important to have diverse representation in all forms of media, and seeing two accomplished drag queens sit down and write a self help book as “modern women” is, in my opinion, the pinnacle of diverse representation.

Being in a world that is still more for men is hard to deal with. I never thought I would feel this way in the year 2020 but here we are, it's very difficult to think that in 2020 we would still be fighting to be recognized as equals. I work in the IT field and am working on getting a degree, but I am still not recognized as someone that knows how to repair software and hardware best way to prove this is to tell the story of how 2 guys got hired over me for a position that I am more qualified for because people liked them more. Even though people didn’t like them more my old manager just happened to still work at my old store and decided they still had hurt feelings and make it harder for me to find a job. This is kind of a lesson about watching what you say about people they don’t know. The only reason I can speak on any of the people that I work with is because I have sat there and listened to everything that comes out of their mouths about themselves and about other people

Biohacking is a practice with HUGE potential for our health and wellbeing. And, while it’s been a primarily male-dominated industry, women innovators like our founders, Lauren and Katie, are leading the way in understanding how biohacking can improve our lifestyle.

Women’s Equality Day on the 26th August and Businesswomen’s Day on the 22nd September are days dedicated to working towards a gender-equal world, recognising injustices, celebrating successes by women, and raising awareness of biases that existed historically and presently.

About this Novel: This is a novel about a young Miami girl that journeys through live. With her street smarts, sexy charisma and business intelligence, she often finds herself in some twisted entanglements. Due to the actual characters being very powerful people, names and dates have been changed.

When the seed of doubt blooms and you decide you need to protect yourself, when do you start to lie? Right before I started working in New York City, I had a concerning encounter when waiting for a train. Parking was an absolute nightmare since I was a daily parker, not a permit parker. After that twenty-minute ordeal of squeezing into an absurdly tiny space from an absurdly tiny lane that didn’t leave much navigating room, I went up and waited with all the other sad commuters standing out in the twenty-degree weather.

Earlier this morning I watched a post on Instagram of a video where Lil Wayne talks to 50 Cent about exotic women, while black women are just "angry". It's something that everyday just gets under my skin.

They say; "one must have done some 'punya' (a good deed) in their past life to be born as a Brahman." I am ashamed of the time when I believed whatever 'they' say and took pride in being born in a cast that believes itself to be superior of all and restricts women to exist as an individual. In this article I am going to address the small percentage of life that I have witnessed as a girl who was forced to be proud of the cast she was born in and think low of others, as well as herself.

If I received £1 for every time someone asked me if identifying as a feminist means I hate men, I’d have enough money to be able to create some form of scheme to educate everyone (particularly from older generations) on the vast difference between feminism and misandry. As it is, I do not have that much money and this is the only platform I have (I know my Twitter followers are bored of my feminist rants) and I like to use it for things that are important to me. So let’s get into it, shall we?

I didn’t really have much sex or biology education. I didn’t really know that the little pooch I’d been hating on and trying to get rid of since I was 6 years old was actually my uterus and was supposed to be there. I didn’t know that having different sized breasts than the rest of the girls my age was pretty normal. I just didn’t know. I’ve spent my whole life hating the body I was born in and thinking that I wasn’t enough; I’ve spent too much time thinking I was too chunky, had too short of a waist, my thighs were too fat, my head was an ugly shape, my cheeks were too chubby, and that if I could just *fix* all the little things, that I could have a chance at being happy.

1. Gender Construction Femininity is concerned with the orientation of the female sex. Stereotyping an individual due to their feminine nature is imperative in further reinforcing sex functions in society. Femininity can be perceived in two ways: conventional femaleness and defiant femaleness. For instance, the idealized feminine body in contemporary society is exceedingly thin and changes the meaning of conventional femininity. The reason is that it represents determination, commitment, and power. Femininity has transformed over time as unlike conventional femininity, modern femininity establishes a fusion that incorporates both conventional femaleness and defiant femininity. The aim is to retain conventional femininity and at the same time portray the traditional traits of a male in terms of leadership, power, strength, and dedication. Women have changed biological, social, and psychological needs attached to them, redefined themselves, and created a new understanding of females as individuals.

Take a deep dive and explore the reasons of how and why female gender stereotypes are constructed. The area of study I am interested in is how advertising solidifies female gender stereotypes.

We as Black Women have so much to deal with. Our children, significant others, parents, bills, pets, plants, house chores, work duties and so much more all need constant attention. It's life right? Yes, but we often too many times forget we need attention too! We may have the best support system in our siblings, parents, friends, co workers, and significant others. Our tribe may check on us every day. Yet we sometimes forget we must check on our selves. We have to make sure we take the time out of each day to see how are we feeling physically , mentally , spiritually , and financially. Kings lead and Queens stand beside, or behind our Kings, but Sis let's face it... it's us with the drive to handle it all and a lot of us do handle it all alone. If you are a single parent or if you have someone you are spending your life with it's us Queens that have a heavy weight on our shoulders because we know our men are so targeted, so oppressed that we try to take so much pressure off of them so they can lead and live peaceful lives as possible. This doesn't take away our happiness and peace we love to cater to our men and uplift them daily . Our Kings hold the household down, often are the major breadwinners, and decision makers. But still we be knowing what needs to be done and we get it done right ? We are so stereotyped to be strong at all times and never publicly show our emotions when sad or angry . It's levels of course to expressing any emotion, still we need to break the cycle and end the stigma and release what is in our souls, hearts and minds. Holding raw emotions in is not good for our mental health. If you are stressed , worried , or depressed Sis express that. Don't be ashamed , you know why? Because everyone on the planet felt those exact same feelings before. We are just the ones judged when we express it. I am so tired of us being looked at as angry black women when someone insults us and we check them on it. No we are not angry black women, we are black women who happens to get angry sometimes just like everyone else.

This is the real deal here, people; this is no B.S. talk! My life/women's lives are all revolved around her cycle, literally. Dear Men, If you think this article doesn't relate to you, if you live with a woman, have a daughter, or interact with a woman on this planet, ever, this article will enlighten you. If anything, it will give you an idea of why your woman is acting like a crazy person because we are not in our right mind with that dip in hormones! Most women won't share what is going on inside their minds or bodies; we are conditioned to be tough and get through it; it's not that bad; I think that started with a man! Indeed no woman ever said, "I feel like my uterus is going to fall on the floor, I want to rip one of your arms off and beat you with it, I want to eat the entire Lays and Hershey's factory at the same time, all while crying. I love being completely disgusted with myself as a human, said no one EVER".

Is PMS more acute during perimenopause? Well, for some ladies, the reaction is “yes.” The ordinary woman reaches perimenopause somewhere in her advanced 40s and undergoes hormone-related symptoms for almost ten years or longer. The menopausal symptoms may quit when you finish having periods, although some women might remain to have symptoms momentarily. Many women seem mildly annoyed during perimenopause but undergo a quite smooth development overall. For the remaining, particularly those having bodies already more susceptible to hormonal fluctuations, it can bring intense changes, which include harsh PMS symptoms.

My name is Ky’Necia Hardy and I decided to try this vocal thing out. I’m 20 years old and recently I’ve been through a traumatic experience that I thought I would never go through in my entire life. I’d figured it could help someone. I had a pretty normal life you know? I was going to college and working at the same time along with having good friends, life was great. I’m a foodie! I’m always craving different foods and I always have to get whatever I’m craving right away! I love to eat! I was 147 pounds! Unfortunately with my diet it causes me to have really bad menstrual cramps, to the point where I had to call out of work or miss a day of school. So I started talking to my mother and some of my closest friends about my menstrual cramps and everyone suggested I start birth control because they told me It would shorten my menstrual cycle and hopefully make my cramps go away so I decided to give it a shot. My mom took me to see her gynecologist in March and we all agreed that I would start this birth control patch called Zulane. I decided to do the patch because it’s difficult for me to swallow pills and I don’t like them. So the 2nd week of March I started the birth control patch. The next week I caught a common cold, the symptoms went away but for some reason I didn’t have an appetite. I’m always getting sick with the common cold so my family didn’t think anything of it and I didn’t either but it wasn’t normal for me to lose my appetite with this common cold. So as time goes by (a week later) I still don’t have an appetite and I’m eating less and less. I just didn’t have an appetite at all....my mom was buying me all of my favorite foods and I tried so hard to eat it but I couldn’t do it. By March 30 I was rushed to the emergency room because by then it had been 3 weeks since I’ve eaten an actual meal. I also had trouble walking, my leg was in a lot of pain and I was limping everywhere I went. When I got there my mom couldn’t come in the emergency room with me because unfortunately this is around the time COVID-19 had just broke out, so I had to go in alone. They got me settled in the hospital bed and I kept complaining about feeling mucus in my chest so they scanned my chest and discovered I had a blood clot in my left lung, well they wanted to find out where it came from so they scanned my leg and they found another blood clot from my hip all the way to my knee. I was very shocked at first when I was diagnosed with blood clots. The first thing I did was text my mom to tell her and she was shocked as well and very upset. We didn’t realize how bad it was. I was very upset because I thought I was going to die at first but my mom kept reassuring me that they are other people who have blood clots out there who live their daily life so I started to feel a little better. So I was admitted in the hospital for about a week and they sent me home with medication a called Eliquis (a blood thinner) that I would be taking for the blood clots. So I started taking Eliquis and I ended up getting worse and worse. I continued not to eat and then I started throwing up. I could not keep down anything. It didn’t matter how little I ate, or how slow I ate it always came back up. I recall one time in the hospital I had pancakes one morning and for the rest of the day I continued to puke up the pancakes. I was puking at least 3-5 times every single day. I tried to stay hydrated since I wasn’t eating and my body rejected all liquids as well. I gave up on eating and drinking because I was tired of puking all the time. I gave up eating on purpose, I was scared to put anything in my body. I kept going back and forth to the emergency room. Between March 30 to the end of May I was back and forth to the emergency room. I would be in the hospital for about 1-2 weeks and then I would come back home. By May I started to notice that I was dizzy, even though I was laying down I was still dizzy and my sister would come visit me in the hospital room and she started noticing my eyes were moving up and down so she told my doctor and they did a mri scan on me. It turns out that my brain has become short of the vitamin b1 Thiamine, that’s why I’ve been dizzy recently. So I started taking medication for that. By June I was rushed back to the emergency room for the 6th time so this time around the doctors and nurses were determined to find out what was wrong with me! I stayed in the hospital for the whole month of June and during this time they put me in physical therapy. By this time I had lost 20 more pounds and I was nauseous daily. I had puked so much I depleted my body of all the vitamins and minerals it was used to having so I was nauseous all day every day, from the moment I woke up until I went to sleep. Physical therapy was very hard for me. They recommended physical therapy because I was on bedrest for so long I wasn’t used to using my daily muscles. Having to get up out of the hospital bed when I was feeling nauseous the entire time and I just wanted to lay down and be left alone was difficult but somehow I managed to push myself. Keep in mind I’m dizzy and I have lost a lot of weight but this was something I needed to do. I pushed myself more than I ever have in my entire life to get through physical therapy. I had to use a walker to get around because I lost a lot of weight and I no longer had the strength to walk on my own. So by the end of June I had completed my physical therapy and I was starting to eat a little bit, maybe about 20% of my meals. My mother also came to realize that it was the Eliquis that was making me sick. She read the side effects of the medication and I had developed all 6 side effects of the medication. Loss of appetite and Nausea were 2 of the side effects that played a part. That was why I couldn’t keep anything down because we came to realize that my body wasn’t absorbing the medication. So they took me off of the medication Eliquis and switched me to Loveanox, which is a needle. (These are both blood thinners for my blood clots). So after a month at Sentara they released me and I had an appointment to go see my primary doctor the next day. Well when I arrived my primary doctor talked to my mother and he sent me back to the hospital. My blood pressure had dropped significantly since I had arrived there and he told my mother I had an eating disorder, it wasn’t anoxeria or bulimia but it was just a medical eating disorder because of the medication Eliquis. I was 95 pounds at that point and he said I needed to go back to the hospital to get stabilized. I was also diagnosed with Wernicke- Encepolathy, which is a combination of my dizziness and the problems I was having with my liver. So after a month in the hospital and going home for one day I was right back in the hospital and later on that night I was transferred a hour away from my home to the children’s hospital in Norfolk around 10 pm. No one told me I would need a feeding tube when I arrived. When I arrived to Norfolk in the back of an ambulance, they took me inside to the 8th floor and they told me I would need a feeding tube. I was so scared and I cried. They told me I could wait for my mom to get there the next day, I didn’t want my mom to come with me because I knew she had to work the next day so I told her she didn’t have to come with me to Norfolk because at first she offered too. The next morning my mother surprised me by coming to see me, when she arrived they filled her in on what needed to happen to me. They told me if I could finish 6 ensures within 30 minutes I wouldn’t have to get the feeding tube, I don’t do so well with time so I couldn’t do it and I told them to give me the feeding tube. The process of them putting the feeding tube in me wasn’t the best. I didn’t feel it in my throat just through my nose. Everyone that knows me personally was shocked that I had to get a feeding tube and even more shocked when they found out I had an eating disorder. So from the beginning of July until the end of July I had the feeding tube in and I stayed at the children’s hospital for another month. I couldn’t see my mom as often because she had to work and I was a hour away from home so she would come see me every weekend. I got to see my dad more often because he was only 30 minutes away from the hospital in Norfolk so it was a good thing. My first week in the children’s hospital was nice, I was so sick I don’t remember much but I did come across one doctor who ended up drugging me. I told him I didn’t want to take this medication he was offering me and he slipped in my room when I fell asleep and put it through my feeding tube. My mom said I had called her and I was all drugged up and falling asleep on the phone with her even though I wasn’t tired. So after that situation I never saw that doctor again. He was giving me this anti depressant 3 times a day when I was 95 pounds and I was already on one anti depressant medication. I told him I didn’t want it and he told me to think about it and gave it to me while I was sleep anyway. My mother called the hospital and I never saw him again after that. The rest of my stay there went well. I was starting to gain weight as the days went by. When it came to me leaving the children’s hospital at the end of July I made it to 108 pounds! They wanted to get me to a stable condition as far as my weight. I did go through a few obstacles, my kidneys were close to failing because they were working harder than they had to because of me not eating and my liver numbers were abnormal but by the time I was leaving CHKD everything in my body was stable. I was also severely dehydrated so unfortunately I had to be stuck with needles constantly. They would try to take my blood through the Iv but it would never work because my veins were so tiny so they had to stick me 2-3 times until it finally worked. The Iv would always blow up in my arm so they had to replace it frequently. I even have to get a midline where they put the needle in my upper arm because I was so severely dehydrated they couldn’t get any blood from my lower arms anymore and my arms stayed bruised. I left CHKD at the end of July. Fast forward to now in November. I am now 130 pounds and I’m doing great! I’m back to my normal self as far as eating and having my happy go lucky personality that I always had. I do have to wait to go back to school and work because of my dizziness issue, my doctor said it’s going to take about 8 months to a year for the dizziness to go away so as of now I’m temporarily disabled but I still have a positive attitude! I have to use a shower chair to shower and I can’t really go out on my own with my dizzy issue but I can still do the average thing everyone else does just at a much slower pace. All of this happened to me because of the birth control patch! No one told me the birth control patch Zulane was a 60% increase for blood clots! If I would’ve known that I wouldn’t of taken the birth control! Also the blood clot in my left lung is gone so I’m recovering very well! I’ll probably go back to school online next year and I can’t go back to work until my dizziness clears up entirely but I’ll be ok, my health is important before anything. I just wanted to share my story and spread awareness to make sure you ask questions before you put anything in your body! I was 19 when I was going through this! I was sick for 5 months! Never be afraid to speak out! Make sure you know all of the information before you try something new! I didn’t know that I had the strength to get through what I did until this happened to me! I wanted to give up but I didn’t!

The Salem Witch Trials that occurred in 1692-1693 saw a rise in the accusations of witchcraft in the United States. It’s a popular topic nowadays, especially with the rise in the pagan religion and practice of witchcraft. In these modern times, not a lot of people think twice about these spiritual practices given the increase in religious and spiritual acceptance and tolerance. Claims from back in these trials ranged in severity from witches sacrificing animals to putting curses on families and possessing young girls. Over the years that preceded, many guidelines were put into place on how to spot a witch, and the following hysteria resulted in roughly 25 deaths. The Salem Witch Trials have been largely denounced, considering there is not an accurate way to spot a witch, and even if there is, the tolerance and understanding towards the spiritual practice has grown so much.

Witch. What a powerful word. When I used to think of a witch, my mind would run to Glenda the “Good Witch”, the wicked with of the west, and the classic ladies of “Hocus Pocus.” Spells, black cats, culdrens, and black magic weren’t far behind.

October 19 is an important day in Jamaica... Heroes' Day. The public holiday celebrates the men and women who have made an outstanding contribution to Jamaica. The day also recognizes seven historical figures who make up Jamaica's 'National Heroes'.

Its pretty likely you have seen those pink round gummies on your Instagram feed before; the ones that claim to help with various symptoms and pains that come right around that time of the month. Reviews from customers claim that the vitamins, filled with chaste berry, have helped clear their hormonal acne, curb cramps and overall make the time they are on their period a much better experience than what is traditionally known.

How often do you think about how much waste is made when you're on your period? If you use traditional pads and tampons, it's quite a bit. In their lifetime, tampon users will use and dispose of, on average, 11,000 tampons. Each year, around 12 billion pads and 7 billion tampons end up in landfills. Not to mention the tampons that are flushed and go through the water system. So what are the alternatives? Well, my fellow period-havers, there are so many more sustainable options out there. Here are just a few.

I am here to talk about something which isn’t exactly dinner table conversation yet it needs to be addressed. From my theme picture above you have already figured out my topic by now so there are no surprises here. The information that I am going to provide however may be surprising. My goal is to provide important information which is vital to every woman’s health and for the future sake of our environment.

As the game of life transcends into multidimensional facets; the rises and falls of my relational realms shifted yet again. The first glance of Farzin remained an encapsulation of years of longing arms wrapped in a demure smile. It was the beginning of December in 2019 and at that trivial time; I was taking care of my dad due to his recent stroke sand the dissolution of his restaurant. At the time, I was residing at the house with my dad and Farzin rented the extra room; (my old room) to be exact.

Why Do We Shave? Ever since I started growing hair anywhere other than my head, I've been shaving it off, or waxing it off, creaming it off, threading it off, basically trying anything that would keep those nasty hairs away. I bloomed early so my razor journey started when I was around eleven. I didn't understand why I felt this need to get rid of the hair, it was instinctual. Of course now I understand that it mostly had to do with the fact that I had access to a television. Every Saturday when I sat down to my cartoons on Milkshake, Channel 5, the advert breaks would bring with them countless beautiful women gliding pink razors up their legs and then stroking their perfect, blemish and cellulite free legs, ohing and ahing at the silky smoothness. So, it was obvious that female hair, unless growing luxuriously atop your head and flowing down ones back in a seductive manner, just wasn't meant to be there.

I have always believed that words are powerful. That we speak our lives into the existence we live. So, you must be careful what you say.