Feminism. Femininity. Sensitivity. Woman. Womanhood. Mother. Motherhood. Do these words empower you? Or do they bring you down? What does being a feminist even mean? No, not in the dictionary. In May, 2018.
It’s my 23rd birthday soon. And as the date approaches, I have been thinking about all the things I would like to tell to my 22-year-old self as I wave my white handkerchief.
За всички тези, които носят притеснението като брошка, която не могат да свалят. Които ходят боси по горещия пясък и свирят феерии на превити струни. Тези, които гладни за света, са сдъвкали себе си. Чиито мама
Love. Makes the world go round. When we are not in love we look for it. In the spontaneous eye contact with а stranger on the train. In the voice calling after us
Here’s to the women who see it as a crime to be anything but themselves. To the ones who let themselves feel and overthink their future. Here’s to the women who are tender enough to
I am often puzzled by how little time we spend thinking and how much time we spend doing. Perhaps we are too afraid, or perhaps really getting to the office on time is
Like a newborn staring at its fingers, a ballerina, rising on her feet, a spider web woven in the wind, a love letter written by a broken hand. Delicate and naked, ambivalent and sacred, my happiness begins to