I told my daughter that she is the most beautiful girl in the world (as most mothers believe their daughters to be). She very emphatically told me that I was mistaken. She then promptly proceeded to google “the most beautiful girl in the world” and it popped out a few gorgeous girls. The world is telling our girls what beauty is and they are buying it. What happens to the girls who don’t look a thing like these girls? They grow up with a distorted sense of self worth. It cult

Stilettos and tailored skirts, the smell of coffee on my perfectly arranged white desk, eloquently placed in the corner of the 3rd floor of a massive multinational. This was my happy place… I was born to be in corporate. The busy diaries, the impossible deadlines, meetings, late nights and early mornings. It all gave me a thrill. Advertising specifically, I don’t think I’d feel the same way about any other line of work. Working my way up this massively convoluted and complex

Once upon a time there was a princess… I’m sure that we are all familiar with the beginning and ending of most fairy-tales. One fairy-tale in particular explores the relationship of a step mother and step siblings, we know it as Cinderella. Yes, Cinderella does have her happy ending with her Prince Charming, but in between all of that the ‘evil step mother’ is introduced. If Disney depicts a step mother as nasty and evil, how are actual step mothers expected to change the per

My childhood, growing up was never simple or stable. While all my friends were struggling between which outfit they would wear that day, or who they’d send their valentines cards to; I was trying to make sense of which country I’d live in and with which parent I could feel I belonged. It was awkward- living in Belgium for a short time, and then between England and South Africa. For all the complicated reasons, I was constantly saying goodbye to one parent/side of the family.