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6 Things to do in Amsterdam

Amsterdam may be my favourite city in Europe, it's the perfect blend of metropolis chaos & country chill with enough to do to keep everyone happy. Whatever the weather, there's truly something for everyone, so if you're considering a city break or a solo trip, here's six things to keep you busy:

An Open Letter to My Dad

Dear Dad, (if I can even call you that)

Sperm donor seems too crass, Mark too personal.

Considering we’ve never met, or I’ve never met you at least, I think about you a lot. Not what you’re doing or how you are, not much about you at all I suppose. More of the you I wish existed, and the absence it has left in my life. I don’t want to meet you, I never have. I’m not sure the crushing, disappointing reality of your existence could ever add anything to my life and I’m not ready for more to be taken away.

2017: My Year in Review

I'm sure I'm not alone when I say 2017 was a car crash; several media outlets have claimed it was the 'worst year ever', a feat that seemed nigh on impossible after 2016. Not even an onslaught of hilarious memes could save us from the general misery felt by a glance at the News. If you follow my woeful ramblings on Instagram, you'll know 2017 wasn't a good year for my mental health so you will have to excuse my less than favourable view. In an attempt to be more positive, I made a list of some good things that happened to me in 2017 & figured I would share with the group:

1. New Job

January saw me escape the depths of hell to start a new role that (on most days) I love. There was a stage where I didn't think it was possible to not be thoroughly depressed whilst working & although I'm not where I want to be, I've taken the first step.

What I Wore // Aglaë x Navabi

Dress: Navabi // Sandals: George // Sunglasses: Gucci

Winter is coming. Or it feels like it's already here as I'm currently bundled in a fleece blanket waiting for the heating to kick in. The dark mornings have crept up on me & I'm moments away from a full scale SAD breakdown, but before I forget what sun looks like, I have to post this Navabi dress.

Conditional Acceptance: Even if you in a Benz, you still a n**** in a coupe

conditional [kuh n-dish-uh-nl]
1. imposing, containing, subject to, or depending on a condition or conditions; not absolute; made or allowed on certain terms: conditional acceptance.
I am done with acceptance coming with conditions, especially in relation to race. People will only support you, will only accept you, to a level they are comfortable with & we have accepted this as success. I am tired of fighting, of hoping for a better future; not just for me but for everyone who is still waiting for their right to live in peace. If you have the whole damn pie, don't expect us to settle for your crumbs.

Assimilation is not acceptance. You can speak the language, wear the clothes, do the job, get the education, pay the taxes, win the medals... it will never be enough. If you think, 'this would never happen to me.', you'd be wrong. One moment can change everything & if it hasn't happened yet, it will. It could be a look, a comment, a headline. It may even be the uncomfortable stare of strangers as you realise you're the only black person around. Visibility does not equal safety & who do you call when the police are the ones committing the crime?