I am annoyed by a lot of stuff, but only very few things piss me off as much as my sensitive skin. It’s a total bummer: I get rough dry patches when it’s too cold, itchy rashes, pimples when I eat salami (salami is the enemy) and sunburns as soon as Spring comes around. I spend more time trying to figure out how to calm down my skin than any other daily activity. When I started exercising my skin literally…
All my friends know that I am a total beauty junkie. My obsession with makeup and beauty stuff in general started when I was about 13 years old and never stopped. My mom hoped it would just be a temporary teen obsession but as the closets in the bathroom got more and more filled with eyeshadows, foundations and blushers, she kind of lost hope (she never stopped telling me I buy too much crap though…). My relationship with beauty products…
When I write about my progresses with my mental health I always feel like a mix between a B series self-improvement website, Gwyneth Paltrow’s Goop, a desperate housewife and a new age freak (which is like Goop, but less Santa Monica-yoga-chic). Believe me it’s not fun*. But on the other hand, I like to write about it because it helps me to fix the milestones I am achieving. They might be small steps and I can tell you I am…
There is a saying in Italian that goes more or less like “if you want to appear beautiful, you have to suffer a little” (chi bella vuole apparire, un poco deve soffrire). The actual English equivalent is “no pain no gain” but I really don’t like it because it makes me think of sweaty bodybuilders on paleo diet more than all the exquisite tortures that women do to themselves to be… oh well, beautiful. But that’s not me guys, I have ZERO pain resistance…
Monday was my first day back at work, after 2 weeks of holidays. Two weeks of Europe, family, friends. Saying my return to Singapore has been depressing would be a euphemism. I woke up on Monday morning with my brain wrapped in a merciless jet lag, a storm raging outside. The sky was dark and angry, rain pouring down relentlessly violent. I sat on my bed, half naked, my hair in an unmanageable mess. I looked outside of the window,…