I wrote about my mother’s (old) obession with her weight and body before.  Where I explained how I learned not to care, simply because I noticed that’s what would make me the happiest. And because I realised vanity must be one of the silliest sins there is. I was discussing my relationship with my body to a friend of mine. I got scolded because she believed that I should love my body, I should worship myself inside and out. I tried to explain to her that I didn’t hate it but that I also did not love it. That I felt careless towards it and that I liked it like that. That I much rather worried about my personality instead of my appearance. I couldn’t really explain myself because I never had been “attacked” like that because of my lack of self body love. But Tracy Moore explains it really well in this article. Definitely a must read for everybody that feels like this. 

Currently Reading: I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings By Maya Angelou


I finished Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie in 3 days. While sitting at the barbershop to get my hair permanently curled I was reading how the main character in the book stopped using chemicals in her natural hair, I felt silly and vain. But the book was amazing, easy to read, with multiple layers and beautifully written. If you, like me, don’t know the first thing about how it feels to be a migrant, you should definitely read it. It will open your eyes. 

I opened ‘I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings’ yesterday night, since I wanted to know more about race issues in the States or for what it’s worth racism in general. The book is autobiographical and it’s the first Maya Angelou book I’ve read. The little info I learned about her always integrated me, so I’ve been wanting to begin her most famous book. It has been named a classic several times and for what I’ve been reading last night I understand why. It’s hauntingly pretty and honest, I cannot wait to read and learn more. 

A lot of you probably already read this one, but if  you want to buy it you can do it over here.