Sunday, December 9, 2018

The height of my heel obsession



Thank goodness for the #Instafam.  If it wasn’t for one of them, I would literally have nothing to post about because writer’s block is somewhat an understatement for what I’m experiencing.  Basically, in short, I was asked to do a feature on all the heels I own. 

These were the first heels I was bought when I was in Grade 10 for a Debutantes Ball that I was attending with another guest of the ball.  I clearly remember buying these at Foschini The Glen with my dad after school one day and they’re super cute so...
 

Next are the heels I wore to my matric dance and after party, 11 years ago.  I’ve reheeled the gold ones and I don’t wear them so much anymore, but I may need super fancy shoes one day again. 


After matric, I lost a lot of weight and I dropped a shoe size to a size 5.  Don’t ask me how it happened.  All I know is one day my feet were a size 6 and then they were not. 

So that’s where these babies come in.  It was around about this time that my Nana moved into her retirement village and she gave me all of her heels because I was the only one with similar sized feet to her.  That’s how I ended up with these Laura Ashley courts.  I am obsessed with the brogue pattern on the front and always feel ultra corporate when I wear these. 

Then I started working and the age of the Sissy Boy platform began.  That’s right, these are all platform heels that I wore to work every day.  I was absolutely obsessed. 
 I also bought these Guess babies as a gift from my mom. 
 
And also these Steve Madden Barbie shoes, because you know...why not?

Other heels I bought more than 6 years ago:

The year I resigned, I started dating my ex who had the misfortune of being under 6”, unlike the rest of the family.  Whether it was the steroids or not, we’ll never know.  My misfortune, however, was that he was intensely insecure and jealous, and therefore did not “let” me wear my heels anymore.  He even went so far as to not talk to me the entire day of one of my closest friend’s funeral because I wore heels (and also greeted another guy who he supposedly didn’t like – but I digress). 

Flash forward 5 years and I was 85kg lighter.  I’d also shed a huge amount of self-doubt and lack of confidence following that break up so I started buying and wearing heels again.  I don’t spend the same amount of money on shoes as I used to, but I wear these by far more regularly. 
You may recognise these from a recent Instagram post

The standard black strappy heel to go with any outfit

It's so fluffy I want to DIE!

The most comfortable standard black midi-heeled court from H&M

I can both hora and Zorba in these heels - tried and tested

Fringe benefits
 Lastly, these are my most prized shoes.  Yes, they look like it’s been a rough few years but these were also given to me by my Nana.  I can’t say if this is true or not, but my Nana told me that my Grandpa bought these for her before my mom was born.  I am in love with the vintage vibe and the entire design.  Incidentally, they are also the most comfortable of the heels I own. 

I actually cleaned out some of my heels that I no longer wear - such as these really cute pump wedges that have absolutely no grip whatsoever and regularly try to kill me when I wear them and the black courts I was obsessed with before my cousin jammed her size 7 foot in them and permanently disfigured them.  

I know that while this may not appeal to everyone, I know that at the very least @sa_toes_an_heels on Instagram will appreciate the post.  Give me a shout on Instagram if there's anything else I could showcase (NB: limited to sneaks, books and bikinis)

By the way, I didn't put any of these shoes on for photos because that just seemed like a lot of hard work for a Sunday night.  

Wishing you love and light until next time ♡♡♡

PS. I may a shopping problem



Sunday, November 25, 2018

I don't think you're ready for this jelly



First of all, what are you people even doing these days?  My day job has been a nightmare with back to back cases and I’ve been working almost non-stop.  Can you just not misbehave for like 5 minutes so I can catch my breath and have a chance to talk to about things I outside of HR?  Please and thank you. 
Side note: I was at the shops on Black Friday and I saw all of you bunking work.  I hope you all have medical certificates.  #justsaying

More importantly, regarding today’s topic of discussion, am I giving away my age by automatically equating gel/jelly products with jelly shoes of the 90’s?  My mind instantly goes to pre-school days when all the cool kids had jelly shoes, which I don’t think I ever owned because they had heels on them.  It then switches over to the early 2000’s when everyone had Rider slides, which is a period I like to neglect in the dark recesses of my memory bank (except for my pair of white and blue Nike Cortez sneaks – those were hot as).

I realised recently that I have been using a lot of gel/jelly products as well, because it’s been absolutely melting lately and also, I have oily skin so I automatically steer towards gel water-based products any way.  I’ve compiled a list of my favourite gel products for this summer. 

Neutrogena Hydro Boost Water Gel Moisturiser
You should surely know that I have been a long time Clinique devotee, so if anything can change my mind about my basic 3 step program, it must be amazing.  
Well, this water gel moisturiser is amazing.  It’s light on the skin and quickly absorbed, with all the benefits of a regular oil based moisturiser.  It also comes in at around R150, which is dramatically cheaper than my previous moisturiser (only die-hard Clinique fans will get the pun there).  So that’s a huge bonus too. 

Johnson’s Fresh Hydration Micellar Cleansing Jelly
One of the advantages of inheriting beauty obsessed teenage daughters from your partner is that they buy a lot of things that I can test out before buying for myself if I like it.  A few weeks ago, Jenna bought this product and because of an alleged cricket infestation in the girls’ bathroom, left it in ours.  So I gave it a shot and I absolutely love it.  I don’t use it as my daily cleanser, but rather use it to rinse of all my makeup before using my cleanser.  It’s not 100% effective, especially over the eyes but it makes a pretty large dent and micellar water smells like the time I almost died with Poncho’s tequila, so it’s the real winner. 
I believe I paid around R60.00 for the 200ml bottle.
Also, it’s roses so...

Bio-Oil Dry Skin Gel
My love for Bio-Oil runs deep already, but this little baby has truly changed the game.  While I still occasionally cleanse my skin with Bio Oil before I wash my face, I add a dab of this gel to my moisturiser every night.  I always worry that I’ll dry out my skin by constantly using oily skin products, so this is my true peace mind. 
Just don’t pay too much attention to the price tag.  Yes, it’s steep (I think the little 50ml tub I bought was like R90 – I may be wrong) but a little truly goes a long way. 

The Body Shop Drops of Light Pure Resurfacing Liquid Peel
I’m not saying I bought this because of the white and metallic pink bottle, but...
No, actually I’m obsessed with any product that offers brightening effects or anything that says “glow”. 
This product is really confusing because it’s the quickest mini peel ever.  Two pumps onto your fingers, massage onto your face until you get yucky flakes all over and rinse.  That’s it.  The effects, however, speak for themselves and your skin is left baby soft and dewy.  I prefer using this after I’ve spent the day in a full face of makeup, just because I feel that my skin is 100% clean afterwards and I don’t have any chance of blocked pores that I may have missed. 

Silver Genesis Super HydroGel
You know the dad in My Big Fat Greek Wedding and how his miracle cure-all is Windex?
My grandpa was like that with Vicks (which by the way, is also my go-to for most problems).  It didn’t matter if it was a blocked nose or a cut that should have had at least 9 stitches, he just lathered on the Vicks and waited for it to heal. 

So everyone, especially slightly older *cough* gentlemen, have their thing, right?

Super HydroGel is my boyfriend’s thing.  He’s been using this stuff for a while and uses it for everything, and now I do to.  It’s list of uses range from acne to skin cancer (which is a very bold claim, but ok).  It’s made of seaweed extract, aloe ferox, carrot and lavender oil and “energised using nano silver technology”, whatever that means. 
All I know is that this stuff if absolutely amazing.  I’ve totally eliminated any kind of skin texture of my face by adding a squeeze of this stuff to my morning moisturiser.  I also put it over my cuticles after a manicure because they tend to get a little sensitive.  It’s also my go-to tattoo after treatment. 
Like I said, this can be used for everything. 

BONUS ROUND: The Silisponge
Enough said. 

Life has been crazy busy since I last blogged.  I’ve since attended two movie premieres (Bohemian Rhapsody and Creed 2 – with thanks to fellow blogger, the beautiful Melanie Pretorius), work has been non-stop with back-to-back cases because people don’t know how to act at work apparently, I’ve gone back to gym, I’m no longer blonde and I’ve even bought my dream car.  I’d love for you to engage with me on my Instagram and let me know what kind of content you’d be keen for, in terms of movie reviews or other kinds of lifestyle posts. 

Wishing you love and light until next time ♡♡♡

Sunday, October 7, 2018

Tattoo101




If you’ve been following me for a while, you’ll know that I love tattoos and I love my own tattoos.  I do, however, come from a very conservative Christian family, so there were a lot hurdles I encountered when I began my body art journey (and still do).  This post is just a little summary of my experience thus far and the important lessons I’ve learnt along the way. 

Lesson #1: Don’t jump the gun

I was 19 when I got my first tattoo.  Yes, I got a butterfly, yes, it was a rash decision, no, I did not intend for it to have a tribal vibe, and no, I do not regret it entirely.  I got my next two tattoos only 8 years later, when I was 27, and my most recent this year. 

Tattoos are expensive and painful, but tattoo removal is even more expensive and even more painful.  You need to be 100% certain that what you are having done is something you will love as much in 60 years time as you do the day you have it done. 

My personal advice to anyone who asks is “never get a tattoo in your teens or early 20’s”.  This obviously would not apply to every person, but I personally feel that my best decisions have been made since I turned 27.  Like I said, I don’t regret getting my butterfly when I was 19, but I also wish that I’d waited a little longer and given the design more thought. 

Lesson #2: Do your research

This, again, is a lesson from my first tattoo.  I basically waltzed into a tattoo shop, picked a butterfly from a flip file on the counter and waited for my tattoo artist to finish eating her pie before she worked on me. 

I’m not saying you won’t get the design you want from a sample book in a tattoo shop, but realistically, whatever you have in your head is always going to be quite different to something else on paper (unless you saw it somewhere else). 

If you have a specific idea in mind, spend some time online.  If there are plenty ideas that are similar, don’t be afraid to ask your artist to tweak the designs to make it perfect.  

Also, research your artists.  Don’t expect a tattoo artist who specialises in Japanese designs to be able to pull off a life-like portrait of your grandmother on your arm (I’m not saying that they can’t do it – I’m just saying you should check that they can). 

More importantly, be aware of the price.  When it comes to tattoos, you get what you pay for.  Tattoo artists spend hundreds of hours as apprentices, practising their craft before they bring a needle anywhere near human skin.  They are within their rights to charge upwards of R3500 for large pieces, because of the amount of time and effort they have invested in their career.  Don’t be a cheap ass.

Lesson #3: Trust your artist

Like I said, your tattoo artist has (ideally) spent hundreds of hours practising, so he/she knows a lot more than you do.  If you ask for a design and they tell you that certain elements cannot be done, it’s because it won’t work.  Arguing with them is kind of like you telling your doctor what medication you require.  You are not qualified.  Either adapt to the compromise that any decent artist will offer you or ask your second cousin to tattoo you in your garage and be sorry in a month. 

Lesson #4: Aftercare is everything

It’s no good finding a tattoo artist who can give you the most amazing art on skin and then you don’t follow the aftercare instructions. 

My artist recently told me about a guy who had work done on his forearm and walked out of the shop, took off his wrap and went straight to a bar, where he spent the night leaning on the bar and had the tattoo slapped twice.  Needless to say, he got a bacterial infection and now the tattoo is ruined. 

Aftercare instructions differ slightly between tattoo artists but there are some golden rules:
  1. Keep your tattoo wrap on for the first few hours after.  You have just had your skin repeatedly pierced with a needle.  Any unnecessary exposure to unsterile conditions is risky and dumb. 
  2. Keep your tattoo clean.  Like I said, you’ve just stabbed yourself with a needle a million times.  Wash the area thoroughly with soap and hot water to prevent any infection.  I use a face cloth that I don’t use for any other purpose and wash my tattoo with soapy fingers, dabbing the area with the face cloth to rinse it.  Just make sure your hands are clean. 
  3. Keep your tattoo moisturised.  Your tattoo is only going to look as good as the skin it’s on.  Also, dry skin can result in your new tattoo scabbing and cracking, which can damage the quality of the tattoo if they are picked off before they’re ready, and it’s going to be very difficult to not scratch them off because dry skin is itchy.  You can use any fragrance-free cream or special tattoo aftercare cream.  I personally prefer Bennett’s Baby Bum Creme because it’s fragrance-free, ultra-moisturising and contains zinc oxide, which promotes skin healing. 


Lesson #5: It’s your body

Like I said, I come from a very conservative home so making the choice to celebrate art on my body was heavily frowned upon (but my cousin has his ex-girlfriend’s initial on his neck, so at least I’m not that bad).  At the end of the day, though, it’s my body and I think what I’ve put on it is absolutely beautiful.  I really don’t care what anyone else thinks of it (though it’s always nice for it to be appreciated). 

At the same time, you do need to be mindful of placement.  As much as society is warming up to free expression of individuals in the workplace, you’re probably not going to be hired with a face tattoo (unless you’re a tattoo artist, maybe).  I work in HR and enforce policy, including dress code, so even though I love my art, I need to wear sleeves to work and tuck my septum piercing up before meetings.  The line between professionalism and creativity is very thin, however, in recent times but I’m not sure corporate is ready for septum rings and neck tattoos. 



If you’re looking to get a tattoo, I really hope this article helped you in your decision.  Tattoos require a large amount of thought and consideration, as well as objective information.  

On a subjective note, I would  recommend my tattoo artist, Mike, at Cyberskin in Randpark Ridge, if you are keen to get some work done and you live in the Johannesburg area.  I trust Mike entirely (not only because he went to school with my mom and knows she'll break his knees) with my skin and have never been disappointed by any of his work.  



Wishing you love and light until next time ♡♡♡

PS.  Not all of these images are my own.  I've used photos from Google image search.  If any of these photos are yours, please send me a private message on my socials and I'll credit you.  


Thursday, September 20, 2018

A.Fox Studio




I was lucky enough to be invited by Tammi and Thabiso from Establishd to the media launch of A.Fox Studio in Fairmount, Johannesburg this past Saturday and while I obviously did some research on the place beforehand, I was just not prepared for what I encountered. 

Before I get into the nuts and bolts of my visit, I just want to start by saying that Alina Kuzmenko, the owner of A.Fox Studio, is one of the loveliest humans I’ve ever encountered and has such an inspirational story about the founding of her studio.  Alina came to South Africa from the Ukraine around 4 years ago, after Russia invaded the country.  She packed up her family and settled here, where she started working at other salons as a nail technician. 

Eventually, Alina found a way to open her own salon – with all the bells, whistles and standards of an Eastern European salon in sunny SA.  She told me how the landlords of the space that she had wanted for her salon (which she is currently in) had denied her proposal on the basis that the centre already had a nail salon.  Alina described how she had barged in on a board meeting with her proposal and samples of her work, declaring loudly that she is an artist not a nail technician and she knew her business would be a success. 

And here we are. 



First of all, can we talk about how luxurious this nail salon is?  The navy and royal blues with metallic accents spoke to my actual soul and I was instantly in awe.  I absolutely love that Alina thought of the little capes with the ribbons because she works with machines to buff nails and she didn’t want to ruin outfits. 



One wall is adorned with trophies and others with nail art on another level to anything I’ve seen in Johannesburg (Muffins, the self-proclaimed expert :’D). 




On the counter, in a glass case like a Fabreges egg, are tiny acrylic sculptures that Alina created for competitions.  Alina has 96 first place prizes for nail design competitions around the world.  It was probably at this stage that I realised that I was fairly out of my depth as a beauty blogger. 



As the first person to arrive, Alina gave me a personal tour of the salon.  She explained to me that her studio is a cut above the rest for two reasons: firstly, her nail design is unique in South Africa and secondly, she invested thousands into a sterilisation room for all her instruments.  Coming from the Kiev, Ukraine, around 3 years ago, Alina found that South African salons did not have the same sterile standards as those of Eastern Europe.  So when she opened her salon, she made it a priority. 

I should probably interject at this point with a shameful admission: I took photos of everything except the sterilisation room and then my battery died.  So I can’t show you, but I can tell you.  All instruments are sterilised three times before they are individually sealed for each customer.  This way, your nail artist opens sterile instruments in front of you each time you go.  Nail files are disposed of or given to the customer.  Alina will only keep your file if you are a regular customer and she will only use it on you.  As someone with obsessive compulsive behaviours, this part of the salon spoke to me on a truly spiritual level. 

Other services provided by the salon included nail art design and other courses, as well as permanent makeup and lash extensions.  



Alina did my nails personally during my visit.  I told her I like blush pink, navy blue, glamourous things and evil eyes/religious iconography.  I told Alina to show me what she could do.  Well, ladies (and gentlemen, erm, Mark), Alina went for the kill and gave me the nails of my dreams. 

First of all, Alina uses a machine to buff your nails and painlessly lift your cuticles.  I personally cringe when I see that little wooden stick coming out at a nail salon.  This was completely pain free. 



Secondly, she doesn’t use tips and sculpts the acrylic by hand, like you see in Instagram videos.  Every singly nail on my hand was individually sculpted by Alina and her little brush. 

She copied the evil eye design from a photo I found on Pinterest freehand as well. 



If you die for those nail art videos on Instagram and Facebook, A.Fox Studio is definitely where you need to be getting your nails done.  I’ll be real about the price: they are not what you could call a budget salon, but at the end of the day, Alina and her ladies are not your run-of-the-mill nail technicians.  They are well-trained artists who cater to a very specific type of client.  If you’re looking for your typical gel-mani, I can recommend other places.  If you’re looking for a stand-out, one-of-a-kind, totally unique and supremely luxurious mani, look no further than A.Fox Studio. 

You can contact the studio on 0606040300 and find them in the Genesis Centre in Fairmount, just off George Avenue.  

Also, be sure to follow Alina on Facebook (@A.foxnails, @AlinaFoxacademy and @AlinaFoxArt) and Instagram (@a.fox_studio and @alina_foxsa).  


Wishing you love and light until next time ♡♡♡

Tuesday, September 4, 2018

I am a Feminist Pt3




I’m sure that any person listening to the mainstream media will have heard the terms “institutionalised” or “internalised” misogyny at some point.  In essence, we’re just putting names to problems before we’re addressing the actual problems.  Let’s have a look at what institutionalised and internalised misogyny actually are, so we can recognise them more easily and fix the issues directly. 

“Institutionalised” misogyny is where there are legal and societal barriers barring women from the same access to certain facilities and care that are accessible to men.  I must make it clear that this type of misogyny is not necessarily intentional and therefore, despite its adverse affects on women, is not always created with the sole purpose to suppress women. 

An example of unintentional “institutionalised” misogyny is the luxury tax applied to women’s menstrual products.  This is not a problem specific to South Africa but to most of the world.  Basically, sanitary pads and tampons are VAT applicable and therefore we pay an elevated price on a bodily function that we have no control over.  Conversely, male condoms are handed out like pamphlets at a robot for free, while sex is actually optional and you can actually not do it.  I don’t believe equity was a vague consideration because the distribution of condoms was in response to the alarming increase in HIV diagnoses and was done so to prevent the spread further, which was in the interests of all genders. 


I am pleased to announce, however, that Shoprite has pre-emptively deducted VAT from all its sanitary products, as per the Business Insider article (see it here).  Women’s menstrual health has been at the forefront of many initiatives recently, like during June/July 2018 at Dischem where it was possible to add packets of sanitary pads at cost to be donated to underprivileged schools. 


On the other hand, an example of intentional “institutionalised” misogyny would be Islamic countries like Saudi Arabia, where it is illegal for women to drive cars or dress freely.  I am keenly aware that these countries operate on the principals of Islam and that their laws correlate with the Quran.  I am also aware that the majority of women in these countries are devout Muslims and are happy to submit to such laws.  It is only my personal view that these women should be legally able to do as they wished.  I accept that from a religious point of view, these women may have no need for the laws to be changed.  


“Internalised” misogyny is much more difficult subject to broach because to recognise it in yourself often requires a lot of introspect and self-discipline.  Internalised misogyny is enacted on an individual level, where a woman may undermine or discriminate against other women.  We’ve all done it: “OMG, Becky, look at her butt” or “you hit like a girl”.  Basically, it’s girl hate. 


While it may be difficult to recognise internalised misogyny because of the deep level of introspection required, it is easy to fix once we have come to terms with it.  It’s quite simple: don’t be an asshole. 

I hope this series has helped you in your feminist journey, wherever you may find yourself.  I am, however, very excited to get back to writing about some beauty and fashion fluff.  This women’s month has been quite heavy with all the research I’ve been doing into feminism for the series.  As important as it is, my soul needs a brief respite. 

Wishing you love and light until next time ♡♡♡



Sunday, August 12, 2018

I am a Feminist Pt 2



Nothing irritates me quite as much as any person (regardless of gender) says “I’m not a feminist”, because taking into account the truest definition of the word “feminist”, they are basically saying “I don’t support equal rights for all genders”.  This post is how to respond to these haters and educate them appropriately because women’s rights are human rights.



“I’m not a feminist because I love men”
This is my absolute worst to the extent that I could eye roll myself into another dimension when someone says something as ridiculous as this.  Feminism is not about hating any one or disadvantaging any other group in favour of another.  As per my previous post (how’s that passive aggression), feminism is about removing barriers in society that disadvantage only one section in terms of gender.  It’s not about choosing to hire a woman because of her gender instead of a man with equal qualifications.  It’s about examining the applications without consideration of the applicants’ genders and making the exact same offer to the successful candidate.   

“I’m not a feminist because I’ve always known that the genders are equal”
This may shock a lot of people but, much like the rest of the world, it’s not about you.  You may be a strong, independent woman who has never experienced discrimination based on your gender because of your strong personality and/or your economic status and/or your race.  If you match this description, you are truly one of the luckiest women in the world.  That doesn’t mean, however, that such discrimination does not exist.  Being a feminist doesn’t necessarily mean becoming an equal rights activist and getting arrested during violent protests (heaven forbid).  Being a feminist means you make yourself aware of the discrimination that exists so that you can address it in whatever capacity suits you, whether it is joining a protest or just simply calling out inappropriate misogynistic “jokes” in your friend circle.  I am aware that women are as powerful as men in society but that doesn’t mean I will give up on all the women who have yet to firstly realise this and secondly establish this in their communities. 

“I’m not a feminist because I don’t believe that the women’s social issues of today, such as slut-shaming and cat-calling, are as legitimate as those of the first and second waves of feminism where it related to voting and having high-powered jobs”
Think of it this way: you go for a medical check up and the doctor finds that you have a cancerous tumour.  Does it matter if the tumour is the size of a jelly bean or an egg?  No, you still have cancer.  The same applies for women’s social issues: whether women are not able to vote or are sexualised by a man shouting “hey baby” across the street, their rights are still being infringed on (Please note, if you are a woman who is not offended by cat-calling, who appreciates the attention and can accept it as a compliment, you are fully entitled to do so and I certainly do not think any less of you; this is for the women who feel violated and uncomfortable, which they are also entitled to). 
In the few instances where I have been cat-called (I consider myself very fortunate to only have limited experience), I have felt very uncomfortable and undermined as a human being.  On one occasion, I was walking out of a shop and a man, in the middle of his group of friends, grabbed my arm to stop me to talk to me.  Did this man intend to make me feel violated and uncomfortable?  Probably not – he probably only wanted to talk to me.  However, his desire to engage with me and his action of forcing me to stop to talk to him undermined my right to not respond to him because of my discomfort of the situation I found myself in and I did not have the option to leave freely without potential conflict. Regardless of the severity of the infringement, my rights were still infringed upon.  Therefore, I am strongly of the view that cat-calling is still a legitimate social issue. 
This leads me to the next argument...

“I’m not a feminist because women are equally capable and/or responsible of infringing on the rights of men and/or other genders.”
Yes.
Women are assholes too.  Surprise, surprise. 
Get a grip.  Remember, women’s rights are human rights.  If a woman sexually harasses a man, if she sexually harasses a woman, or any other person of another gender, if she tells a rape joke, if she slut-shames another person, if she does anything to undermine the value and/or rights of another human being, she is guilty of anti-feminist behaviour. 
Being a feminist is not about targeting men.  It’s about addressing any discrimination, regardless of who is discriminating. 

I could go on for quite a while, because there are countless websites and articles online about why (mostly women sadly) are not feminists.  It’s so disheartening to see how people cannot reconcile themselves with feminism because of either their misunderstanding of feminism or the overshadowing of feminist values by their other views.

At the end of this all, I believe that the best response to someone who rejects feminism is simply this quote by Lena Dunham (who I actually don’t like in general), but it summarises the notion entirely:


Feminism is about every person’s autonomy to make their own decisions for themselves, to participate positively in society and to live freely however they choose, provided that they do not infringe on the rights of another person.  The only reason to ever argue with someone offering the arguments above is when said person is denying someone else their rights.  At worst, abandon the title ‘feminist’ for ‘humanist’, even though they are essentially synonyms. 

My next post is going to address institutionalised and internalised misogyny, aspects I feel are facets of feminism that are commonly misunderstood and misinterpreted in the application of feminist theory. 

I hope this series is helping you in your feminist journey, this Women’s Month.  In preparation of my posts, I have had numerous discussions and debates with the people around me and I have been burning my feminist torch brightly. 

Wishing you infinite love and light until next time ♡♡♡