Personal – Lily's Blog

Of Rage and Womxnhood

(TW: Rape and murder) James Baldwin said “To be a Negro in this country and to be relatively conscious is to be in a rage almost all the time.” Imagine how much more amplified this is when you add in the intersectionality of gender, sexual orientation, social class etc. To be a black womxn in… Continue reading Of Rage and Womxnhood

Missing in Action

The last few months have been more tumultuous than I anticipated but in the best of ways with back to back weeks full of mild to major upheaval in my career and home life resulting in the blog unfortunately being relegated to the back burner. Job Interviews! Losing my phone thanks to wily pickpockets! House… Continue reading Missing in Action

Trusting the process

Growing up, everything seemed so much simpler. The formula for success seemed straightforward. Go to school, get the grades, get a good job and voila your life is set. But the reality is not so simple

Birthday Month & New Beginnings

January is a time where most of us set our resolutions and intentions for the new year. Being a January baby, I get to have the chance to combine the general new year resolutions with my own personal ones as I celebrate another revolution round the sun.

Perfection is not beauty

I’ve tried quite a number of things in the last few years to try and get to the promised land of clear skin. That dewy, soft, blemish-free skin that stands as proof to the world that you are living your best life. You know, the kind that says that you are at peace with your inner… Continue reading Perfection is not beauty

My first time

It happened mid-morning one fine Thursday, a few weeks back. The sky was the most magnificent shade of blue. The kind of blue that Lupita Nyong’o was likely referring to as the inspiration for her Oscars 2014 gown.

My body is not for your consumption

silhouette of girl

Last week as I was walking into the office on a particularly sunny and cheerful morning, wearing one of my favourite patterned shift dresses that hits just above my knees, a strange man who I’d never spoken to before got right in my face and told me to make sure to wear a dress that… Continue reading My body is not for your consumption