As The Devil Wears Prada 2 makes waves internationally, I left the theatre smiling. I adored the nods to the first film and thoroughly enjoyed the endless product placements. Yet after sleeping on it, I was left with one lingering thought: did the film normalize micro aggressions? Miranda’s tone deaf comments stood out to me…
When I was younger, I would have a bouquet of lily of the valley next to my bed, and as the fragrance wafted into my room, I would silently think that the small bell shaped flowers could hear my dreams and were taking diligent notes to ensure they all came true. I would believe that…
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…
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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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