Greetings, all. I thought I’d share this piece that I wrote last year, originally posted on a health and wellness website called The Olive Fox, which is now sadly defunct. I didn’t want this post to go to waste, so I thought: what better place to rehome it than my ol’ faithful blog? It’s quite apt really, since this post is about mental health and meditation, and as of late, I’ve started incorporating meditation (and yoga) back into my routine to overcome another bad spell of mental heath. I hope you enjoy.
All artwork featured in this post is by Ayqa Khan. Follow her work here.
Let’s talk about facial hair; in particular, let’s talk about facial hair on women.
Over the weekend, I posted a selfie to Instagram. I was having a good day, trying out some new makeup, and was feeling myself. It occurred to me, after taking a few shots, that my upper lip hair looked more pronounced than usual. Which is not uncommon in the winter months, as that’s generally when I tend to notice my upper lip hair, as there’s not as much sun around to do its natural bleaching.
This post is from my newsletter that launched yesterday. Since I only announced it on Friday, I thought I’d publish the first one on my blog as well, so that you all have a chance to take a look and see if it’s something you’d be into. If not, that’s fine, I’ll still also be posting on my blog on the (somewhat) regular. This is the only other I’ll be posting a newletter to the blog though, so if you like it, make sure you subscribe.
Yesterday, while scrolling through Instagram, I saw a photo of you, and my heart stopped.
It was a group picture and you were lingering in the back, slightly out of focus, but my eyes were immediately drawn to you. Like always.
Almost five years ago to the day, we met and you got me in a tailspin. I’ve never been the same.
I woke up two hours before my alarm. It happens sometimes, usually when I’ve had too much caffeine the day before, and my body can’t fully relax. Lately though, I’ve been waking up earlier due to a sinking feeling in my chest. An emotional anchor, a grieving.
I put the feelings to one side and began my morning routine of social media hopping. Logging on to Instagram, Twitter and Facebook – in that order – to catch up on the world’s events while I’ve been asleep. I only ever spend the briefest amount of time on Facebook where possible, as it has become overrun by memes and clickbait videos I’m not interested in. But that morning, I came across a video that compelled me to stay.