This week, I surrendered. A soft pause, as my body has been whispering to me about for years. I’m listening now. It started with what I thought was post-Beyoncé fatigue. That emotional comedown after a night of divine femininity, strength and stage lights. But no. My...
I’m now in week four of my personal health project, and something curious has happened: I’ve actually stuck to it with ease.The muscle surely remembers. In my week one post, I made a promise to make my self my priority. And I have.I’ve kept things simple, and as it...
Picture the scene: I wake up from the best sleep of the week, albeit the shortest. The sun is draped over my skin, making me look like chocolate dipped in honey. “Mmmm. Today’s going to be lovely,” I think, stretching my neck, massaging my spine by twisting, and...
