Contour Queen: The Power Of Makeup Revisited

A few years ago, I wrote a piece called “Send In The Clowns”. As a photography student who was enthralled by feminism and bodily autonomy, I captured my thoughts on makeup through a series of pictures that expressed my confusion- whether weaing makeup was feminist or not. Two years on, I would’ve never thought that…

An Open Life

I had been foolish, once again, to let my heart be torn open by men. My mother had warned me about this once. Strict, autocratic, with a tinge of neuroticism dyed into her every nerve, she had ruled over my household with an iron fist. No wonder – she had escaped communist China with her…

A Toothbrush Rabbit Hole

Not long ago, I heard a duet on the radio, in which country stars Dierks Bentley and Elle King tenderly croon, “It’s different for girls when their hearts get broke They can’t tape it back together with a whiskey and Coke They don’t take someone home and act like it’s nothing They can’t just switch…

How to [Feel] in the Digital Age

Today is someone’s birthday. It’s always someone’s birthday. News article. This guy is in a new relationship, already? News Article. Wasn’t he dating so and so? News Article. #BlackLivesMatter. News Article. She’s ranting again about how she can never meet a good man. News Article. Is this person ever not on vacation? News Article. What…