Identity is so strange at times. Some days I feel I know exactly who I am; other days, I feel like I have barely scratched the surface. Of course, a part of me still caters to what people expect of me, silently molding myself into a more digestible version of who I am in order…
My friend Samia recently asked me a question on fragrances to which I cynically replied “nothing reminds me of love”. Yet, I love love. I giggle over it, I dream of it and I know it surrounds me. Yet, I hate admitting at times. Perhaps, a part of me felt compelled to deny the way…
When I do tell my friends we are no longer together, I tell them it was the distance. I omit that it was not physical, but rather emotional. Parts of me silenced during our relationship struggling to find the right words for you to understand me. Getting lost in a downward spiral of self-loathing for…
My ex’s dad said he would support our relationship, but then he told my ex I was not that pretty. My ex’s dad said he would support our relationship, but then he told my ex I forgot to vacuum under the table. My ex’s dad said he would support our relationship, but then he was…
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Hi, Aliya here! I’m a marketing undergrad with a passion for beauty, fashion and food! I created this blog to be able to share my journey of adulthood and how I have come to navigate it!
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The Journal of an Amateur Adult