Her Mati- Lindsey.

 

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The more women I meet, the more impressed I am by this unique sense of self and sense of empowerment that they shine outwardly, without even being in the spotlight or making a fuss. I’m talking about just regular females who might not have the followers, but yet have travelled to so many amazing places and have wisdom to impart that so many younger girls would find inspirational. It seems like such a shame that I should have these encounters and not share them in some way, so this series hopes to make a big fuss about these incredible mujers, so that they can have a space to be celebrated. Read more ›

Why I Dance (And The Importance Of Trying)

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A bunch of rude gals from the beautiful Erika Goldsmiths ‘Rude Girl Course’ at YCV studios.

It’s 5:47 and I’m beginning to think of excuses and reasons that seem plausible to text the organiser of this dance performance group.

‘ I’m not feeling well’

‘I have some family issues’

And the most cliche of cliche.

‘Something came up’ Read more ›

Notes To Myself.

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Taken by Guido Melo for Melko Boutique and scribbled on by me. 

When there is nothing profound to say.

Other than I need to love myself.

To stop seeking comfort in the warm outter layers, to first wrap my heart carefully.

I never grasped what it meant

Never knew how much I needed it.

Until I stopped reaching and found my hand could fit so perfectly in the other.

How can I provide, how can I give when there is no source to drink from within?

Suddenly my selfishness doesn’t seem so selfish.

Suddenly, it makes sense.

In order to get love, I have to be love

Be all the things I am, instead of seeing what I’m not.

Perhaps the most profound thing I can say is that no, I don’t yet love me.

But I’m trying and I will.

‘A real man just can’t deny..’

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The one and only Alicia Keys back in the days of lace-up fly denim. (via this website)

Alicia Keys wrote a song about it, Drake has rapped about it..

A woman’s worth, is anything but a simple concept. Read more ›

Sola..?

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I started writing this post with a clear intention in mind, to justify why being single is a good thing for me at this point in time. After I finished writing, for some reason I couldn’t press post, and as it turns out (and as it sometimes does), I didn’t entirely and wholeheartedly believe what I had written.

This is how my post started.. Read more ›

2017- A Perfectly Imperfect Year.

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Christmas Eve, 2017-

‘Some people are like that. They need to make the same mistake 10 times to learn a lesson. Other people only need to do it once. Everyone is different.’

That one golden nugget from my sister-in-laws mouth, was all the confirmation that I needed to realise I was one of those destructive lesson-learning types of people. Read more ›

When It’s Not Them, It’s You.

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I wrote a few blog posts about love-related things, and no sooner had I posted them I found myself quickly reverting them to a draft. Why you may ask? It’s because these posts in all of their ‘profoundness’, seemed to pit everyone else as the source of the problem and it didn’t address the person that really needed a few wise words directed at them. Read more ›

Swim Good.

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Photo of me mid cry for your own personal reference.

For a  really really long time now (each of my family members will attest to this), I have talked about moving away. Brisbane as much as I appreciate it’s laid-back vibe and overall amazing weather, had outgrown me a bit and it became time to start looking for a pair of big girl pants to change in to.

So the first day I landed I Melbourne, it surprised me that I burst into tears on three separate occasions. The first instance was when I lost the piece of paper that contained my wifi password on it, and that I was specifically told by reception not to lose as they wouldn’t issue another one. Somehow between reception and one floor above that, I lost that God damn piece of paper. And so I did what any mature 27-year-old would do, and proceeded to go to my room and cry. Read more ›