I’m having so much fun becoming my own person.
In my 20’s I had no clue who I truly was, I just said, did, wore and became anything the people around me approved of.
Now I am figuring out who I truly am: I love wearing lacy pants, chantilly lace saaris, lace blouses. 90% of my wardrobe now is lace and silk. I love sundresses, I love butter yellow, I love curly hair on a man. I love woody scents, vétiver, sandal, saffron, with notes of bergamot and ylang ylang. I love black pumps so much that my friends call them the “fatima shoe”. I like emeralds more than diamonds, but I love gold above all. I love pairing baby pink and sky blue with burgundy and black. I love lacy curtains, orange zest in dark chocolate, white roses, mangoes, peaches, lobster, silk bedsheets, shimmery eye make-up, dogs of all breeds. I love effortlessly cool men — the art curators, pilots, chefs, musicians, human rights lawyers, artists, athletes; I love people passionately pursuing purpose, I love those with the courage to speak the truth. I love being doted on, and being forgiven after I’ve been cruel. I love generosity and magnanimity. I love airplanes and everything about flying. I love wearing pazeybein and mascara. I love periodically becoming a menace. I love freedom above all other things in life. Freedom to be, freedom to choose, freedom to exit. I love feeling powerful. I love those who fight for justice; I love righteous anger as a dominant emotion. I love horses, I love learning math and I love hand written letters
Most of all, I love my life’s arc and the woman I’m becoming ✨