6 Things I Wish Someone Would’ve Told Me When I Was Younger

I wish I had learned time management sooner when it was my most abundant resource. I wish someone would’ve told me it is important to be hardworking at what you love.

Travel To Feel Lighter

Travel To Feel Lighter And Find Yourself Again

Travel makes you feel untethered; like you can come and go and know that these experiences are unveiling some new bit about yourself you didn't know you had.

Wait For The Love You Truly Deserve

Wait for the love that doesn't walk away when times get hard, one that is strong enough to know that love isn't always easy and doesn't expect it to be either.

Couple Holding Hand and Walking

We Find Home When We Find Our Way Back To Each Other

Today, in this very city, I feel alive, blessed and loved again. I think, if it was not magic, it could only be God watching over us, making sure after a year of parting, we find our way back to each other.

The Lights We Don’t See

I find myself in the middle of a road I sometimes forget I'm walking on, and from where I stand I cannot see what awaits me ahead.

How I Decided To Ignore What People Think And Do What Makes Me Happy

As cliché as it sounds, we really do only get one life. It’s far too precious to spend it the way others expect you to.

You Deserve Someone Better Than Me

You deserve to be with someone else better than me, someone who makes you happy, someone who can warm you with her passionate kisses.

Life at 23: Breaking, Searching & Being

They say, evolution is never easy or efficient. It takes time, frequent mistakes and lots of changes. It was true for mine. My journey was the opposite of easy and efficient as you could tell.

I’m Afraid To Love Him

As human beings, I don't believe we're afraid to love. In fact, we thrive on love. We crave for love. We’re not afraid to fall in love wholly and deeply.

Women Ask Themselves ‘What is Wrong with Me?’

These women, these strong and beautiful women, run their hands over their collar bones, breasts, abdomen, hips, and thighs, feeling curves of imperfection and folds of self‐doubt.