The Food Edit: Hearty Jeera Chicken Curry

Curry. Arguably the nation's favourite dish. I know its certainly one of mine! I love a good hearty curry, be it spicy or not, it always has to be rich in flavor and plentiful!

This Jeera chicken curry is a favourite for me, it's super rich and indulgent, but surprisingly light in texture and melts in the mouth. With a beautiful heat and richness from the toasted cumin seeds and a creamy texture from the yoghurt, this is a beautiful curry that will impress your loved ones, and it will take you very little time to make at all!


1 (1 pound/ 800- grams) chicken, cut into 12 pieces in a large mixing bowl
1 tablespoon freshly squeezed lemon juice
2 teaspoons salt
2 tablespoons vegetable oil
2 teaspoons cumin seeds
8 to 10 green or red chiles, stemmed and cut in half
1/2 teaspoon ground turmeric
1/2 cup plain yogurt, whisked
1/4 cup chopped cilantro
7 to 8 black peppercorns, crushed
2 tablespoons chopped fresh mint (optional) 


Put chicken in a large bowl. Add the lemon juice and 1 teaspoon of the salt, and stir well. Cover the bowl with plastic and put into refrigerator to marinate for 30 minutes.

Place a medium nonstick saucepan over medium and add the oil. When the small bubbles appear at the bottom of the pan, add the cumin. When the cumin begins to change color, add the chilies and turmeric, and saute for 10 seconds.

Add the chicken and saute for 8-9 minutes until well browned. Add the yogurt, cilantro, peppercorns and remaining 1 teaspoon of the salt. Stir well and add the cup water. Cover, lower the heat and cook for 20 minutes or until chicken is cook through.

Transfer to a serving dish and sprinkle with the mint and serve hot.

The Food Edit: My Favourite Laksa Soup

Soup. It's like a hug in a bowl. The nights are getting colder and darker and Autumn has well and truly arrived. Which means it's soup season!

Laksa soup is a classic Malaysian dish that can be served with chicken, prawns or any kind of seafood, regardless of what meat you pair with it, it is guaranteed to be a dinner table winner. 

It does take around an hour an half to make which can be off-putting to some, but it is worth it for the work you put in. Even though its gone in minutes!

This Lasksa soup is a new favorite of mine. I love the spicy orange curry broth mixed with thin noodles and salty pulled chicken. It's for sure a new dinner favorite in our household and once you make it, you will love it too! 

Pairing the dish to finish with some fresh cut chilies and coriander cuts the creamy softness of the soup with a sharp freshness, and a squeeze of lime rounds it off with that well-needed zing!

For me, I've always been a fan of Spanish, Middle Eastern and Asian cuisines, so these kind of flavours are not new to me, but if you are wanting to branch out into tasting more on the world, this soup is the perfect, gentle way to do so.



For the paste

2 red chilli, plus more to serve
4 cloves garlic, chopped
3 shallots, finely chopped
2 stalks lemongrass, finely chopped
½ teaspoon turmeric
1 teaspoon ground coriander
2 teaspoons curry powder
2 tablespoons vegetable oil

For the broth

1 chicken stock cube dissolved in 500 millilitres boiling water
1 400 millilitre can coconut milk
3 large carrots, peeled and sliced
200 grams cauliflower, cut into chunks
1 tablespoon fish sauce (optional - sub for a good pinch of salt)
1 tablespoon brown sugar
2 limes, 1 juiced, 1 cut into wedges
2 chicken breasts
150 grams finely sliced fresh greens
2 tablespoons soy sauce
1 clove garlic, minced
1 pack rice vermicelli
25 grams coriander, stalks trimmed
40 grams bean sprouts, rinsed (optional)


Put all of the laksa paste ingredients into a small food processor or spice grinder and blitz until you have a fine paste. Cook off the paste in a large saucepan for 10 minutes, stirring often so it doesn’t burn, until the oil starts to separate. Pour in the chicken stock and coconut milk, then add the sliced carrots, and cauliflower. Cook for 30 minutes until the vegetables.

While the broth is cooking, heat a griddle pan. Flatten the chicken breasts and season with salt and fresh black pepper. Cook for 4 minutes each side, until golden brown and cooked through. Put onto a place to cool then roughly rip into shreds.

Sautee the greens in the soy and garlic until they wilt. Put the noodles into a large bowl and pour boiling water over them. Let them sit for 3 minutes, then drain and rinse under cool water. Divide the cooked and drained noodles between 4 serving bowls.

When the vegetables in the broth are very soft, liquidise it with a stick blender. Stir fish sauce or salt, sugar and lime juice through the soup and add extra water, if needed, so that it’s not too thick. Divide the soup between the bowls. Top each dish with bean sprouts, chicken, sauteed greens and fresh coriander. Serve with a lime wedge and extra chili on the side.

And enjoy! 

The Live Edit: Depression & Me

Depression. Ugh, even just typing it makes me feel knots in my stomach. That horrible D word that we have come to hear more and more over the last few years as people like myself open up about what life is like actually living with this horrendous disease that literally makes you fight your own brain every minute of every day.

I know I've suffered from depression for a long time, but it's only more recently that it's raised its ugly head even more out of the water and I've not been able to ignore it. The pounding doom feeling has gotten stronger and louder and I can't switch off for it anymore. Great right?

Depression is such a selfish bitch. There I said it. It doesn't give a fuck of who, why, when or how it strikes, but before you know it there was a knock at the door and depression and all it's little bullshit friends moved into your brain before you could even say "Teas and coffees anyone?", and before you know it, your brain has squatters and you're losing your marbles about how to get them the fuck out.

Yup. That's depression. And it's a bag of shit.

Waking up at 3:45am, lying in my bed and feeling like the whole world is going to crumble around me. Weird thoughts set in like, "What if tomorrow you decide you'll be suicidal and there's no one there to save you?" or "What if this never gets better and I'm going to be stuck my whole life with this feeling. I don't want that, who does?" or my personal favourite, "What if I can't control my brain anymore and I do something stupid?". Yeah, it can make you think some dark shit dude.

But here's the thing with depression, yeah it's a dick, it's selfish, it's very uncomfortable to live with, but it is beatable. Something I wish I'd known a few days ago when the world was crumbling round about me (it wasn't, it just felt like it was) and I couldn't pull myself out of the depressive hole that I kept digging.

Depression is a sickness. Just like if you get the stomach flu, you'd take a few days off until you are better. Well, depression is just like that, it's a sickness of the mind. So why aren't we prescribing some well-earned sympathies and a few days of rest to sort out your cranium? Because we aren't talking about it enough. We aren't being real about it enough.

It's vile to talk about. Even just writing this I feel the knots in my stomach get tighter and the feeling of doom get louder, but I know it's a story that has to be told. I'm not embarrassed by my depression. But it ain't no fluffy puppy that is all smiles and rainbows, that's for sure. It's an uncomfortable experience to talk about it, even just opening up to my friends and my loved ones that I felt depressed and low was really sickening, but the feeling after it was as close to euphoric as I could get. Relief, freedom, crying with happiness, it was all there. And it's kind of here now as I'm writing this, I'm deciding to not let it hold me captive in my own mind. It's got its damn eviction notice and I'm going in it get it out!

I read a book a few days ago that put me in a new perspective about my depression, anxiety and my intrusive, unwanted thoughts. It was written by a comedian, a monk and a neuroscientist (I'll leave it in the links below if you are interested), and boy oh boy was it enlightening and educational.

Now if you are anything like me, with an addictive personality, you have to know the why's, where's and how's of why something is happening. But when the part that you're trying to find out about controls your whole body, it's a little daunting. Now I don't have no PhD, but I'm about to drop a big knowledge bomb right here, you ready?

"Your thoughts do not define you. You are more than your thoughts."

 What? But I thought I was a worthless person earlier. I thought I was heading for my doom. I thought this will never go away.

Yeah, you are more than that. These are nothing more than what they are on the tin, thoughts. Stupid thoughts that feel like the world is taking over, but really shouldn't be given more of an "ok, that was weird" and move on.

I know that seems hard to do. But it can be done, I promise. Depression is like an addiction, it feeds off your willpower. It drains you until you become dependent on it, and you don't even know it's happening, which is the scary part. Before you know it, it's there and it's big and all you want is freedom. Which is sadly where a lot of people decide to end their own lives. I've been there myself and the comforting thing to know is that you are not what you think, and it will get better. But the hardest step right now is finding your get up and go. Your Mojo. Your reason for living. We all have a purpose on this earth, all of us, even you reading this, you have a purpose. There is no reason to give up. There is no good reason to end it all. There is a hope. It is not easy, trust me, but there is a better way of living than just giving up.

I still suffer from depression. Heck, the last few days have been like hell for me, feeling like I've taken two steps back on my progress. I've felt myself slip back into my old ways and it's been harder to pull myself out of it. But I'm learning not to beat myself up about it. It's a journey. There will be times where you feel like you've not made any progress, and there will be times where you skip down the road knowing you've come a long way. It's all about the journey.

What is helping me right now is learning mindfulness. Which you've probably heard before if you've looked for help with depression. And you've probably wondered what on earth is it and why is it so effective. Well for me it's like training my brain to have a well-earned recess from the chaos. Mindfulness teaches you how to separate your thoughts from reality and how to stop the thoughts from growing legs and taking over.

My journey is at the point where I've accepted I have a problem and I'm actively doing what I can, be it therapy, mindfulness, research etc, to find my solution to getting rid of depression. For me, I've found that mindfulness does help, but you have to be strict with it. Some days it works and other days you're left scrambling because it doesn't, but at that point, you haven't mastered mindfulness, so keep going. It will click one day.

My favourite technique is when you get a thought in your head that you don't want or is causing you distress, put it in a bubble like you know the cartoon speech bubbles? Stick it in one of them, and as soon as you've done that imagine you have a pin or just use your finger and pop that bubble and see that thought disappear. It sounds ridiculous, but by god does it help.

I've also found along this journey that not only can depression be something that is like an addiction, it can also be worse when combined with OCD. Not the kind where you're turning off a light switch 1000 times a day, the kind where you have these thoughts in your brain and you obsess over them until they tear you up inside. Your brain gets stuck in a loop and each time that loop goes around, you sink further into a depression because you can't break said loop. It's vile, and it's what I suffer with.

But actually finding out this was a thing helped me further establish that I am not my thoughts. I am more than my thoughts. And I WILL beat this.

If there is anything to take comfort from it is this, literally millions of people suffer from depression regardless if they open up about it or not. Some you'd be surprised at. People you look up to, your idols have all at one point suffered from this, I guarantee you. You are not alone in this fight. So many people have overcome it, and are here to help you fight yours. I know it can be so gut-wrenchingly scary, you feel like there is no way out, but there is, and it's not suicide, it's not ignoring it, and it's certainly not pretending you are okay. You have to fight this fight head-on, turn around and face your biggest fear. Oh, my days is it hard, I can't even begin to describe how hard it is, but it is doable, so many people like you have felt like this. So many people like you have overcome it. It's more common than you think it is. But there are so many reasons for beating it. And I know it doesn't feel like it now but it will go away someday and you will be able to live your life without it. It just takes time.

The best quote I read during all of this was explaining that if you keep running away from the monster that is chasing you, you'll run forever and it will eventually catch you, but if you turn around and scream in its face it will stop in its tracks and will run away from you.

And the first step to beating that monster is telling someone. Don't suffer it alone. Don't let it eat you up inside. There are people there to help you. People want to see you do well, they want to see you get better. You just have to be brave and take the first step to beat it.

So what came we take away from this? Well, there is a light at the end of the tunnel, we are all in it together and we all want to beat it. We know that the first step to recovery is admitting there is a problem and talking to someone, the next step is putting in a plan to get better. We know that the road may be bumpy ahead but we know that we have a purpose and a reason to live, we know that we have help at every bump and there's always someone to guide us over the next hurdle.

We know that we can beat this. We know that we are stronger than our thoughts. We know that we are loved.

If you are in need of any help urgently please call the Samaritans number on 116 123.

Here is a list of books that I found helpful:

Overcoming thoughts book - here
Ruby Wax - How to Be Human - here

Also, please persist with your doctor to find a good CBT therapist. Even if you have to change doctor, you will get there.

And if you need to talk to someone who has been through it, send me a message, you are not alone in this fight.

The Live Edit: What It Means To Be A Woman

For me life is simple, you work hard, party harder and always keep yourself in check. Surrounding myself with some of the most powerful women I know, I always had my support ready, and my crew to keep me in line, so I always felt like I could do anything I wanted, and not step on anyone's toes while doing it.

In a world full of Love Island's, The Bachelor's and The Kardashians, we are constantly subjected to female drama, maybe we crave drama that isn't in our actual lives, or maybe its fed to us via the media's drama pot stirring agenda, I'll never know. But after watching three girls tear into one another on Love Island, it's obvious that some people crave the drama.

I'm not bashing shows like this, I actually love them myself but after having drama in my own life I couldn't help but wonder why we subject ourselves to mindless arguments are purely orchestrated to make one person "mug someone off" and the other to "throw shade" back to them, in order to trend on twitter. To me it's baffling.

Take Love Island for example. Here we have a villa filled with six girls and six boys (usually) all battling it out to couple up, find "love" and win £50K in the process. Some girls have found genuine connections a few weeks in with their male counterparts, and are therefore not in any competition, so they are seen as friendly. Others have had their love ripped away from them with no warning or even so much as a "sorry" and they are seen as a threat because they are now single and deemed as desperate.

Is this what we have become? Single and "desperate" women are to be feared?

Back in the villa, we have seen girls and guys romp on national television, bitch fights, serial cheating, and a hell of a lot of grafting, but it only ever seems to be the women who are trending on Twitter over their late-night antics, never the guy is held accountable. Even self-branded love rat Adam, who has famously coupled up with more girls in the villa than he's had a change of boxers, has had the limelight fully pulled away from him in favour to watch a poor girl's mental meltdown after losing him to a new contestant, just days after they've "cracked on". But it wasn't her that cheated, oh no, it was him, and he's nowhere to be seen, leaving the ladies to battle it out for his heart and let the nation watch it unfold.

Even the girls who have had sex in the villa have been slated for doing just that, having sex. The one thing that we all enjoy doing. But she's done it on telly so that makes her a bad person. Wrong.

Imagine this, you meet a guy, things become a bit of a whirlwind and you find yourself falling for him. You think you might take it to the next level, you're naturally curious to know what he's like in bed after a few flirty texts back and forward. You think, "fuck it" and do it, you sleep with him and fall even more for him than you did before.

Would you think of yourself as easy? No, because you did what came naturally.

Now imagine you did that on national television, fell in love in front of a nation and naturally took your relationship to the next level. Did everything you would do outside of the prying eyes of the British public, and enjoyed it unapologetically.

Does that now instantly make you easy? No, because you did what came naturally.

So why do the stiff upper lip of Britain scoff and betray women who show some form of sexual pleasure. Jesus, we all do it. And if you enjoy it or not is your problem. But why should we slag off a young woman for having sex on tv, even though we all do it at home? We are no different.

I blame the standardised media for this. For pitting women against each other from day dot just to fill up column inches and grab headlines. Successful, beautiful women, are constantly made to be at war over men, when in reality we couldn't give a stuff because he was a bit of a loser anyway.

So why are we like this? Why do we thrive on women hating other women? Why do we constantly have to have what she's having? Can't we just be content with being in our own lane?

I respect women who stand up for us in this bullshit world. Who come out and say "yes, she may be seen as competition, but to me, she is my equal", who forego slagging off other women to advance their status or careers, who say no when probed to bitch and sneer at another woman's actions. I respect women who not only stay in their lane by not stealing what isn't theirs (be it men, jobs, promotions, anything) and help other women to advance in their own lane. Because for me, being a woman means we were instantly born into a sisterhood, an unbreakable bond between our sex that mutually acknowledges the struggle, pain and hardship of those that have come before us. Being a woman means I am strong, but not overpowering to intimidate. I'm knowledgeable, but open to know more. I'm ambitious, but I know not to steal someone else's dream.

But above all, I'm brave, because I know when to take a leap, but not to leap into someone else's hard work and achievements.

We aren't all out to get each other. This isn't a "dog eat dog" scenario. We are women, working hard in a world that already has its odds against us. We should be learning from each other. Building up each other. Working together to achieve equality and justice. Not tearing each other down for our own small personal gain. That little gain means nothing if you've torn away another woman's world just for you to get your hands on what is hers for your own selfish agenda.

Ignore the media. Stand up for yourself and for other women and help each other to climb higher. Ignore what they are trying to pit against us. Ignore who wore it better. Ignore the love triangles, the body shaming, the worst dressed lists. Ignore all that bullshit. Erase it from your memory. We are better than that as women. We don't need any of that to make ourselves feel better about our lives. We need to learn that tearing someone down doesn't make us stronger, building them up does.

Because the higher we build up each other, the closer we are to smashing the glass ceiling.

The Interview Edit: My Interview With Girl's Day Out

Ten Minutes With....The Wednesday Edit

Here's my interview with the wonderful team at Girls Day Out - hope you enjoy and make sure to get your tickets here


Here at GDO, we’re all about fashion, beauty, lifestyle and bringing you the very latest in brands, products and trends to look out for.

This year, we’ve been teaming up with some well-known influencers across the industry – proper experts who live and breathe fashion, beauty, hair, makeup and lifestyle every day.

This week we caught up with the lovely Mollie Rose Houston who is the brains behind hugely successful Glasgow-based blog The Wednesday Edit. If you don’t already know of the Wednesday Edit, you can hop on over to her website, where you’ll see honest reviews, opinions, product news and other fabulous content across travel, food & drink, shopping and more.

We caught up with Mollie at our recent GDO photo shoot where she gave us an insight into what it’s like to be a blogger plus a heads up on some of the best brands and products out there at the moment!

Hi Mollie! Thanks so much for taking the time to speak to us. We love the blog and we’re constantly following what you’ve been getting up to on social media – you’re always going to different events and talking about so many products – we’re jealous! How did you get into blogging in the first place?

"I started just over nine years ago and I just wanted to create a space that I could share my love for things that I have found that enhanced my life; from yoga to makeup and everything in between. It’s matured as I’ve gotten older and I’m happy that I’ve been able to tackle some topics that are quite sensitive so I can use my platform I’ve built of the greater good!"

How did you decide what to write about?

"I just started writing! I loved writing so I just opened up my MacBook and got writing about what was in my makeup bag. I’d just had my birthday and was given a Mulberry makeup bag as a gift and I felt like Kate Middleton! So I just got writing and it did so well that nine years later I haven’t stopped!"

What’s the best thing about being a beauty, fashion & lifestyle blogger?

"The fact I don’t have to work at an investment bank anymore! Only half kidding! I think the best thing is I get to do what I love every day. I love writing so being able to write about what I’m passionate about every single day is something I 100% don’t take for granted. I worked so, so hard to build up my blog so I could leave my job and do it full time, so I realise how lucky I am that I can do it. It is hard work, it’s not just about writing. I can work a 17-hour day quite easily! But it is so enjoyable – I love it!"

Describe a typical day for you.

"So I normally wake up around 7:30 and I always make time for puppy snuggles – I have a little dog who follows me about like mad so she always gets a snuggle and a play before we get up.

For the majority of the day I’m either writing, editing, taking blog photos, responding to emails, on shoots for my PR clients, and lots of digital marketing. I also like responding to comments and feedback on my posts or social media so I’ll work on that for a good bit of time.

Every day can be different but right now I have quite a lot of events in the evening to attend so I’ll make sure I can attend them and that my work is done for the day.

But events aren’t always just fun and games, most times I’m working or networking so I’ll find that I’m not back till 11pm at night and I’ve been working since 8am!

As I said earlier, I think because I enjoy it so much it doesn’t feel like work, but there are some days I come home at midnight and melt straight into my bed - ready to do it all again the next day!"

Take us through your daily make-up routine – what are your staple products that you couldn’t live without?

"Right now I’m loving a lighter base. I love showing my freckles off now it’s Summer! So I’m loving the Laura Mercier tinted moisturiser for that.

I never leave the house without some mascara and my favourite is the Diorshow Iconic mascara. It holds a curl in my stubborn straight lashes!

Pixi are also one of my favourite brands, and I love their skincare. I think when you’ve got a great base in your skincare to work with then makeup looks so much better! I love their Rose Oil and their Rose Flash Balm, they are the key to glowing skin!

When it comes to events I always sport a smokey eye, though I’m always a bit too cack-handed on the eyeliner! I love Stila for eyeshadows, they have such a buttery texture and go on like a dream! And my tip for dark haired and eyed people like me is using a purple eyeliner in your waterline - it’s less harsh than a black and brings out the brown so nicely! Chanel Cassis Liner is my go to!"

Do you have any favourite brands right now?

"My fave brand at the moment is Pixi – they are just killing it! I had the pleasure of meeting Amanda Bell a few months ago and she is such a brilliant Artistic Director, she lives for the brand! I think they work well for me because everything is about enhancing what you already have, and I love that!

I also love Nars and Laura Mercier – I actually nearly worked for Laura Mercier way back in the day! I love how Nars always break the mould with new launches and let you have fun with makeup. And Laura Mercier are all about that beauty within, and I love that!"

What advice would you give to anyone who wants to start blogging?

"I think there is so much room for new people in this industry, despite what people say. Blogging can be notorious for drama, bitching and people calling people out, but if you stay clear of that and focus on your journey then you will do well.

You will find those who are in it for the right reasons, and the more you avoid the drama the nicer people you meet.

Always reach out to other bloggers to collaborate and talk to – they can only say no! Having friends in the industry helps make it less insular and lonely, and makes it more fun!

Make sure you find a topic you are interested in, look at what makes you different and you’ll sail through your way to being a top blogger!"

You’ll see Mollie shopping the latest styles at this year’s Girls’ Day Out Show – she’s been a show regular in recent years so do make sure to say hello if you spot her!

You can also follow the Wednesday Edit’s blog and social media using the links below!

The DNA Edit: Finding Myself

It's no joke when I say that I've been called every race under the sun. Latina, Asian, and "Ohh a little spicy" are words that have followed me throughout my whole life - and weirdly it never bothered me.

I always knew I wasn't strictly white. I'm a sallow-skinned, dark-hair, eyes as dark as the devil kind of girl, while all my friends were light skinned and fair, eyes you could actually see their pupils type thing.

My mum, being slightly lighter than me, green-eyed, dark hair and rosy complexion, slightly middle eastern looking woman, but nowhere near as dark as I am. So I never got much pigmentation from her. My dad is a dark Spanish looking man, but still not as dark as me, so again not much there. But put the two together and boom you get one foreign looking kid.

Having said that, my grandmother on my mother's side always baffled me. A very beautiful looking woman who was always radiant in her complexion, but again, not looking as white as her relatives did. I used to joke with her that I got her pigmentation, and she joked that we had an Indian grandmother, which I always laughed and brushed off.

My gran always had sallow skin, dark pigmentation, prominent blue/purple tinges in places where there should be colour, eg her lips. I had this too, being so sallow-skinned my lips shone blue due to my pigmentation, again she always joked it was from our Indian family.

She had hair that was darker than mine, so dark and black like a raven's wing it shone blue. She was unbelievably beautiful from her younger days right through to her final years, but she never looked white.

My great-grandmother Mary (who was affectionately called Molly, and who I'm named after) was also the same. Sallow-skinned and dark, she also had the same beauty around her. I sadly never got the chance to meet her, but I was always told of her beauty.

So this brings me to my family, full of dark-haired children, but only a select few with the same complexion as our grandmother. I joke that we are the chosen ones but we really just got hammered in school, or at least I did.

So it begged the question of my father's side. Now I am easily the darkest out of them, with my pigmentation being the strongest, and notably, I do look like my father as my father would be the next darkest to me, but what about his father? Well, he was just as dark as us. And the four of us (including my half-brother) are all very tall, very dark and very sallow-skinned.

So okay, I'm clearly not the full Colgate white here. We've established that. But where did it come from? Where did we get this colour from? I thought we were all Scottish. But are we?

Truth is, we aren't.

I've been on a journey for years to find out where I am from. I've been told we were Indian, a little Asian and Spanish, but not very much else due to wars, documentation going missing and the traditional stiff upper lip getting in the way of truth and family anomalies.

An example of this was at my birth when a blue, pigmented spot appeared at the base of my spine. With a frantic mother and a lot of panics (as with any new mum) I was rushed to the doctor's where they were presented with the question;

"Do you have Mongolian ancestry?"

Now for two (albeit every so slightly foreign-looking) white parents you could imagine them looking at each other baffled and shaking their heads like two cartoon animated characters.

They were informed that what I had was Mongolian Blue Spot, which is exactly as it is, a blue spot from those with Mongolian ancestry. So with obviously no knowledge of this prior to falling pregnant, my mum had a whole lot of questions.

As it turns out, one of my great-great-great-great-grandfathers (however many times great) brought home a Mongolian wife on his travels. Which I can just imagine my mother sitting baffled and jaw locked at this news.

And that was how we found out I was the great-grandchild of Genghis Khan. Kidding. Kind of.

Jokes aside that's how I found out I was a bit Mongolian. So what next?

Well, Armenian, Mexican and more Iberian and Middle Eastern to name a few.

We started out finding out about the Middle Eastern part of my DNA. With my grandmother always saying we were part Indian, I was so confused to find out that we actually had no percentage in India, but actually in Armenia, Pakistan, Iran and, Iraq. The biggest of they percentages being in Armenia and Pakistan.

So what? You're a Kardashian now?

Well, pretty much. I do have the booty.

The other side was obviously Spanish and Portuguese, being Iberian. We have connections in El Salvador, Mexico, Belize and, Guatemala, which most Hispanic people do, but I never knew how broad my DNA went. To go from a small town in Scotland, knowing only small parts of my history, to finding out that I'm equal parts Middle Eastern and Hispanic as I am Scottish. It blew my mind.

The girl who always wondered why there was no Disney princess to represent me, now has a mix of them all running through my veins.

But don't we all?

As much as we all have strong heritages and cultures that define our lives, we all are a blend of individuals from all different backgrounds.

And frequently through my life, I've had comments, jibes and full out racist bullshit directed my way.

For no reason other than the lack of education. I say a lack of education because we still live in a world where we categorize and discriminate against people based on their skin colour and cultural differences. And that's purely down to the lack of education. Decades of racism bred into some people without thinking about its effects or how it could be stopped.

Just as recently as last week, I was stopped in my tracks as yet again I was tormented for who I was. And with simple education, we could stop that from happening again.

The matter of fact is that we all come from different backgrounds, and that's perfectly okay. We can be all shapes, sizes, colours and cultures and that is also perfectly fine. We are all a blend of different people, be it a first generation or further back. So there is no need to point the finger and call someone out because of their background, because unless you know every single generation of your family from day dot, then you don't have a technicoloured leg to stand on.

For me, it's simple. I was brought up with strong women, and the colour of their skin didn't inhibit them from inspiring me and bringing me up. Behind every woman was another woman, and behind them stood another. They all worked with sheer grit and determination to make the world better for the generation that followed. They all worked immensely hard so that the women who came after them had a voice. And could be heard.

I’m a proud woman. Proud of my heritage however colourful it may be. Proud of the women who came before me to give me the voice I have. Proud to call myself a feminist. A woman. A fighter.
I speak without permission because I do not have to ask. I live my life free because I do not have to be shackled. I love who I love because I live in a world where love is love. And it is because of our women. Of all nations. All colours. All races. All women.
The women who came before me and you fought discrimination and hardship to give us the platform we have to shout for our voices to be heard.

The colour of their skin? No issue here.

And it shouldn't be.

Today I stand as a perfectly blended individual. With the colours of all the cultures running through my veins. And that excites me. It makes me alive. It inspires me to carry on the work of these women from the cultures that apply to me. It makes me feel educated, knowing that I've researched the hardships and events that the countries I share my DNA with have been through.

But most of all it makes me feel me. Because without that savvy and empowered woman from the Middle East, without that strong and bold Hispanic lady and without that fierce and brave Scottish woman that all did what they had to do for their families, I wouldn't be standing here today being the person I am, doing what I do to change the world I live in.

And for that, I thank all the women, of every culture across the world, for making this possible.

The Wedding Guest Edit: Outfit Pairings With Sarah Haran

The ding dong bells are going to chime. Its wedding season and with it comes events galore. We all know that wedding dressing is hard. Once you find the perfect dress/outfit, finding the acessories is a nightmare.  Today we have your back and are talking handbags with Sarah Haran (formerly VVA) to show you what handbag to pair with what outfit and how to keep on trend with grey tones and pastels.

Let's Go!


I'd personally work a pastel hue with a dress with a floral print. Be it in red, cream or black, as long as there are some pastel flowers you can tie in Spring with a pastel coloured bag. The Ivy by Sarah Haran is ideal for this. With a chain strap and just big enough for a hefty bag of tissues (we know you'll cry at a wedding!) you can carry your essentials in a stlish mini bag with an on trend tassel that you can either match with your outfit or add on another colour for full on style points.


Sarah Haran's Lily bag is the baby of the collection. But don't let its small size fool you, it packs in some serious style punches. Wearing a stylish jumpsuit with a muted grey bag with a simple print is key to nailing Summer dressing. Go for florals or classic navy to really amp up the style points, you'll be wedding ready in no time. 


The Iris calls for preppy dressing. Thi newest member of the team is for you preppy girls out there that love a shoulder strap and a bag with all the trimmings, with a nice compact size. Think big skirts and pretty florals to match the Iris. Go for pastel colours and match with a plain white sleeveless blouse for a cute but classy look.

Whatever outfit you decide to go for, Sarah Haran has the bag for you, in every shade you desire! Make sure to check them out at

The Humanitarian Edit: What Can We Do To Help Calais?

Calais. We have seen it on the news. We've seen the horrendous images of children suffering from unfavorable conditions. We have heard our Government damn said, migrants, as if they haven't had it hard enough already. But what is it actually like living in Calais? Today we are looking at the situation in Calais and what we can do to help on a wider scale.

I know this post is a little different from what we do here. But the biggest thing I've done with this blog is to create a platform. And it would be wrong of me not to highlight issues that mean the most to me on this platform.

This post is brought to you by Chris, who's been in Calais since early 2017. Chris is someone I've known for a long time. And his work really inspires me. He has volunteered himself to help those in a situation who have nothing else to give. He writes about his experiences, documenting each dynamic of his journey in Calais, and give us a personal and frank view of the situation.

The situation in Calais isn't the damning epidemic that will invade Britain and crumble our society that our Government makes it out to be. These are real people with real stories and real lives. They have hearts, souls, and minds just like we do. They are not vermin. They are humans. And they deserve our help.

Let Chris show you around...

Firstly, thanks to Mollie for having me as a guest writer! My name is Chris and I work with the Refugee Info Bus in Calais, a small NGO providing internet access and information to displaced people in Calais and Athens. I also keep a blog called chrisseesworld, where I share stories from the ground in Calais (it began its life as a travel blog, hence the somewhat cheesy name).

I am hugely appreciative of the fact that Mollie has given me a new space to write about Calais, and I relish the opportunity to reach out to a different audience.

So, what’s happening in Calais?

You might have heard of the “Jungle”, which dominated news headlines and politics at the height of the so-called refugee crisis in 2015-16. At its peak, there were 8-10,000 people living in Europe’s biggest shanty town, a mile or so from the port of Calais, 20 miles from the UK’s shores at Dover. It encapsulated the best and worst of humanity and was just a small part of wider, hugely complex issues affecting people across the world today.

The presence of refugees in Calais is nothing new, and in fact has been going on for over 20 years. It is a matter of geography (its proximity to the UK) as well as politics (the lack of safe and legal passage for people fleeing violence and war). Calais itself is a post-industrial town in decline, with motorways carrying trade and tourists immediately away from the city and off to Paris and Brussels, and strict border controls enforced and paid for by the UK because the UK’s border is on the Calais side of the Channel. Local organisations have been providing aid in the city for years.

However, in 2015/16, the number of displaced people in Calais grew exponentially, a situation which nobody was prepared for. As hostility grew in the media, organizations formed – including Help Refugees, which is now the largest NGO in Europe working with refugees – which were made up of volunteers from all over the world in order to attempt to help people in some way and to change the narrative. At its peak, the Jungle was home to around 8,000 people.

In late 2016, the “Jungle” was evicted. Several thousand people were put on buses to centers across France from where they had been told they could claim asylum. Many have since been deported. Others are still here to this day, with around 2000 people sleeping rough in Paris in squalid conditions awaiting their asylum interviews.

Sleeping conditions in the snow in Calais. Image: Futuro Berg, Refugee Info Bus

When I arrived in February 2017, there were less than 100 people sleeping rough in Calais, with around 1500-2000 living in a government run camp near Dunkirk. Now, a year later, this camp no longer exists either and there are over 1000 men, women and children sleeping rough in Calais and Dunkirk.

The conditions in Calais are unacceptable for the so-called “country of human rights”. People sleep in cold, muddy fields and woods, or under bridges, and their tents and sleeping bags are routinely confiscated by the CRS – French riot police. This is done in order to prevent another “Jungle” springing up, but it leaves hundreds of people sleeping in freezing conditions without access to adequate sanitation or shelter. Associations provide the bare minimum that the state should provide: shelter in the form of tents and sleeping bags, tea, food, water, wood, clothing, hygiene items, internet, shuttle runs to doctor and hospital appointments, first aid, legal and asylum information and education. Beyond our services, all we can offer is a friendly face and solidarity in an extremely hostile environment, where human rights abuses are rife.

I’m aware that this might be the first time you’ve read about Calais, and I could go on and on if I get started on human rights abuses. We have fought and won court cases that have improved the situation slightly, but it is an uphill struggle. In my time in Calais, I’ve written several thousand words on the situation here, so if you’re interested in finding out more, check out my blog: chrisseesworld. For more news from the ground, including articles written by me for the Refugee Info Bus, look no further than The Digital Warehouse.

There are loads that you can do at home, too. Solidarity groups have sprung up all over the UK since 2015, and this is a growing grassroots movement working with many marginalized groups and dealing with many complex and interwoven issues – refugees, homelessness, mental health, destitution. There are befriending schemes in most major cities, particularly those with large communities of people who are seeking asylum – including but not limited to Croydon, Manchester, Liverpool, Sheffield, Glasgow, Birmingham, London. I check in regularly with people I’ve met in Calais, some of whom are now trying to claim asylum in France and others in the UK, just to make sure they’re ok and know they have somebody to talk to when they’re not, or to share the good news with. Whatever your politics, reach out to your local community and see where you can lend a hand. Sit and chat with the homeless guy next to the ATM. Check in on the old lady across the street. Take your gran for lunch. We can blame the government for a lot, but we can do our bit too. Society is failing a hell of a lot of people and a small bit of humanity goes a long, long way.

“You can’t help everyone, but you can help someone”.

Volunteers distribute meals in Calais. Image: Refugee Community Kitchen

And if you’re interested and you have a spare weekend, week, month: come and volunteer in Calais with Help Refugees or Refugee Community Kitchen. Come and see what’s going on here – I originally only came for a week, and have now been here for over a year. Calais is as much the UK’s problem as it is France’s (if not more), and the more people that know and understand what’s going on here, the more effectively we can push for change.

If you have any questions or would like to know more, drop me an email at

Thanks for reading!

A non-exhaustive list of small but mighty organizations working in Calais and the UK with refugee and/or homeless communities:

Help Refugees
Refugee Info Bus
Refugee Community Kitchen
Women and Children’s Centre
Refugee Youth Service
Streets Kitchen
Refugees at Home
Meena Centre - Birmingham
Social Bite
Right to Remain
The Outside Project
Lesbians and Gays Support the Migrants
Meal Makers

The Mum Edit: Dear Mum

Dear Mam,

We can talk all night about the issues in the world. How they could be solved. How they happened. How it affects us.

We can discuss our pasts, our presents, and our futures. Me saying "What if?". You say "But really...".

We can look at life with less judgment, less cynicism and less despair than we used to.

All because we were on a journey.

We were on a journey of self-empowerment, self-love and for me personally, letting go of the idea that is "perfection".

As I've said before, I know I was never the perfect daughter. As we all had the rebellious stage regardless if we care to admit it or not.

(I mean, when else would I dye my hair red/black/purple and pretend I was Joan Jett?)

I've also said that I know (and perfectly at peace with) that I will never be the perfect mother.

Knowing fine well that there will be times I'll be crying on my kitchen floor with you, 3 glasses into a bottle of cabernet (1 bottle per child I may add) hiding from my mini dictators while apologizing for any time I was a little shit to you.

I know that I'll never be the Martha Stewart mum who bakes well, has her shit together and manages to be the president of everything involved with their kids. Because I can't bake, and I have no desire to learn.

I know that one day I will look into the eye of a fellow mother who, like myself, is 70% dry shampoo and 30% hopes and dreams, stressed beyond all means. I'll look into her eyes and give her the nod and smile that we all know and let her know that "Bitch, I got you. You're rocking it".

I'm going to make mistakes, and I'm going to make many. I'm going to buy cupcakes from Asda and give them to the Bring and Buy sales. I might have last nights pizza for lunch (Who am I kidding...there's never leftover pizza). I might have days when it gets too much and I'll decide it's takeout for dinner (again).

But one thing I've learned is that I'm going to have fun. Lots of it. I'm going to revel in letting go of perfect and rolling up my sleeves with my kids, with you by my side. I'm going to laugh till it hurts (or wee...let's be real here). I'm going to love till my heart bursts. I'm going to cry with pride and joy over what we've achieved. And I'm going to enjoy every moment.

I've watched everything you've done, taught and lived with me. I've listened to your every word (maybe except those said when I was 15 to 17, okay maybe till I was 19) and took it on board. I've lived for every snow angel, midnight picnics, spontaneous trips and craft days that I've had since I was walking, and I can't wait to re-live it all over again.

I've seen you through unbearably tough times, horrendous situations and events that we hoped and prayed we would never see. I've cried with you, drank many, many bottles of wine with you, and stood by your side through everything, and that's never going to change.

Your strength, your determination, and your love have shown me that no matter what life throws at you, we can handle anything. You've shown me how to develop my own ideas, my opinions and form a view of the world that I've researched until I am satisfied. But most of all you've taught me to respect other people's opinions, even if it meant putting my own agenda last, and encourage those to educate and learn.

You've shown me unconditional love to all the people in your life. You've shown me how to pick myself up, time and time again and rebuild my life every time it's knocked down.

You've shown me that I have a right to stand up for my rights as a woman and that it is important to support those regardless of race, gender or other stereotypes place upon us.

You've encouraged me to form my own place in this world. To make a drop in the ocean. To make noise in a world polluted with political and racial violence. You've taught me how to stand up for myself and others, and to never take shit undeserved.

But no matter what, you've shown me how to show compassion and love in a way like no other. You've shown me that even when life throws a curveball, you can turn it into something positive.

You are the most selfless person I know. Giving up everything time and time again to help others and expecting nothing in return.

You've stood by my side through depression, family shifts, death, break-ups, make-ups, the highs and the lows and the days where it gets too much and all it needs is a cry and a glass of wine. Okay, a few glasses of wine.

Mam, you inspire me every day and in every way. I can't put into words how proud I am of you. I can't thank you enough for how much you have helped me and loved me. You'll say it's your job to do those things, but we all know you go above and beyond.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again. If I'm even just half the mum you are then I'm on to a good thing.

But as much as that has been said, I'll still never forgive you for this picture:

Happy Mother's Day Mum - I love you most x


I can't believe I can finally share this!

On this special day, 2018, right on this planet, The DAL Project had launched to provide inspiration, advice and business education for women all over the world.

And while we are just getting started and we have some AMAZING content coming for some of my most inspirational women, I decided to kick this project off with the women who brought me up. The women who are the product of a legacy that will never be forgotten. The women who have kicked ass and taken names in this world. And the women who are my ultimate inspiration.

I invite you all to share your stories with your women. To share their names, their legacies, and their virtue. Show them you care. Show them you are listening. Show them that there is strength in this world and there is power in numbers. There is love in solidarity. And determination in all.

This is the start of a movement. The start of our hope. The dawn is rising on a new day for us all, and I would be honored for you to join me on this journey.

For anyone who wants to contribute, to write and to support the project please get in touch, we would be more than happy to welcome you.

For now I will leave the link to the site here, and I really hope you all can take something from this movement.

Much love


The Travel Edit: Knock Castle Hotel & Spa

Have you ever been somewhere and instantly felt you were in a fairytale? You take one step and you are launched into a world of castles and magic?

To me, that's what Knock Castle feels like. Pure magic.

Set in the idyllic location of Crieff, the recently renovated castle is tucked away in between the beautiful hills of Perthshire. With a stunning view of the whole of Perth, the scenery is absolutely breathtaking and really adds to the relaxing luxe feel that the hotel boasts.

Marketed as a "home away from home" the hotel promises the ultimate experience to ensure your full relaxation and get away from the daily grind. Featuring their award-winning hospitality, you will want to return time and time again.

They have attention to detail down, and of course, it is one of the main selling points. With no request too much, they strive to provide the ultimate service and cater to every need.

If there is one thing I love about hotels its the spa, and Knock Castle is the home to the only Pinks Boutique Spa in Scotland, one of the leading organic spa's in the UK. From couples treatments to groundbreaking Velashape sessions, the spa at Knock castle has everything you need for the ultimate VIP experience. 

If that isn't enough, the leisure facilities are also spectacular. With the main aim of the hotel to provide a relaxing retreat, there is something for everyone at the hotel. 

The rooms for me are what sells it. Forgoing the traditional and typical hotel decor, Knock Castle strives for luxurious bedrooms and suites with a decadent luxe and unique feel. From bathtubs in the rooms to unique four-poster beds, Knock Castle really does the most with its decor - and they can count me a fan.

From grand luxe staircases to the local art displayed in the bar and main rooms, there is such a beautiful feel to the hotel as soon as you enter. I love the whole grand luxe to the hotel but also the homely feel makes me feel so comfortable and welcomed, and really never wanted to leave. 

They also have a new award-winning restaurant that is now the proud owner of the Prestige 2018 Best Hotel Resturant award, you can see why the customers come back for more. 

With the hotel just being an hour away from Glasgow and Edinburgh, there's no excuse not to book Knock Castle for your next ultimate getaway.

To book your stay at Knock Castle Hotel and Spa:

Telephone: +44-(0)1764-650088



Run! Don't walk people! We have a sale and it is for sure a good one!

You all know how much I am obsessed with the stunning designs from VVA by Sarah Haran. It's been nearly a year since I've fallen in love with the brand and my admiration is showing zero signs of slowing down yet! In fact, it's only getting stronger!

So with that in mind, I wanted to share some of my absolute fave sale picks, with some of their coveted in season bags up to 70% - it's too good of a bargain to miss! 

The Dahlia is easily one of the best and standout bags that VVA by Sarah Haran designs. From the iconic pop off pouch on the front to the softly structured nature of the bag, it makes it the perfect bag to invest in for dealing with your busy life. 

We've all been there. We've all spent £100's or even £1000's on a coveted designer bag that 'everyone' has and even though it looks stunning, it doesn't really work for our day-to-day lives. There may be no inside pockets, or it's awkwardly shaped. Or god forbid we bought it in an on-trend colour that we know we will never wear next year. Hello mustard yellow, I see you pal. 

But with the Dahlia, we have pockets, we have organization to fit even Monica Geller's needs! We have structure but still fits all your daily needs, and of course, we have every colour to fit your need and outfit. No mustard yellow here folks, nope! 

My three faves are the perfect shades for all year round, I just love how you can mix and match the colours and accessories to match your outfit - can't do that with Gucci, can you? Nuh uh! 

Teal: £247.00

Brown: £237.50

Bluebell: £190.00

The Ivy's for me are my personal faves. I collect these bags like they are Pokemon's (spot the 90's kid!). I love that you can change your style to match every outfit you have planned and as much as I have so many bags for evenings and events, you'll always find me with an Ivy under my arm.

My faves are always going to be anything leopard print. You guys know that. Leopard print is my jam! But I am partial to the soft pinks and blues in the range. And with the spectacular range of prints and colours they have, you'll find your faves very quickly!

Leopard print: £56.00

Khaki: £48.00

Blue: £84.00

Dalmatian: £84.00

Pink: £60.00

The Lilly's are easily the most adorable of the styles. Combining a cute compact style with punchy prints to suit any outfit, these little pouches are the hands-free, lightweight alternative to their big sister, the Ivy. 

I love the range of prints that the Lilly's have. Again you know I'm gravitating towards the animal print. I just can't help it! But again, those soft pinks get me every time too! 

Spot Print: £43.20

Giraffe Print: £64.80

Chevron Print: £48.00

Pink: £48.00

The Poppy has the most going on. If you liked the Dahlia but favour a longer strap to be more hands-free, then the Poppy is your bag. (All the puns intended)

I love the Poppy for the total functionality of the bag. It would have been my go-to bag when I was going to uni and work every day, or from uni to whatever party I was going to at the weekend. Because you have the massive space inside the bag, you can fit so much inside, and when it comes to it, whip off the front pouch and you are party ready! 

Trust me, if this was around when I was in uni, I would have 100 by now! At least!

Cream/Khaki: £162.00

Maroon: £162.00

Bluebell: £162.00

Make sure you have checked out the amazing sale from VVA by Sarah Haran and be sure to tag me in your pics of your sale picks! 

The WOMEN Edit: The Year Of The Women

2007. Mollie Rose Houston, 14. 2nd Year History Class. St Benedict's High School.

The assignment was to write a speech about a woman that changed history. Or a man that changed history.

In a class of 22 pupils, there were approximately 20 speeches on Marilyn Monroe, Christiano Ronaldo and, various other movie stars, footballers and relative pop culture figureheads of that time.

Me, being the Rory Gilmore/Hermione Granger type girl and never conforming to any standards, not because it was an act of defiance, but because I wasn't aware of external influences. I always researched and read to expand my knowledge, and I always asked why (sorry mum!), and if I didn't get the answer I wanted I'd either research to find it or create my own ending.

My speech was on Elenor Roosevelt. A woman who I had always looked up to. A woman who reminded me daily that;

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent

And a woman that always was outspoken, woke, and never feared public opinion. She advocated for expanded roles for women in the workplace, the civil rights of African Americans and Asian Americans, and the rights of World War II refugees. She joined a long list of women who changed the world. And she was just one of many that my mother and grandmother would tell me about as they tucked me into bed at night. I wasn't dreaming of princesses, I was dreaming of activists.

So back to that day, in that classroom. I had spent weeks perfecting my speech, from living in the library to rehearsing it in front of my family, I was sure I had it down.

But when I walked into class that day I was asked by my friends who I'd written about, and I told them. To which, they all looked at me with a vacant expression and asked, "who?".

"Oh is she an actress?" one of my friends asked. I say 'friend' because she was always constantly having a go at me, always thinking she would trump me in anything I do. But alas she was part of a group of girls I was friends with, and I always had to put up with it.

"No, she's not. She was a politician and an activist for women's rights" I responded, dumbfounded that no one knew of one of my heroes legacy that changed the world as we know it.

"Well, I'M talking about Marilyn Monroe. You know she was super famous?" She said smugly, knowing that it meant nothing to me, but was just to make me feel inferior.

"And I'm talking about Ronaldo" our other friend chirped up. "He is the best, better than whoever Esther is".

"Eleanor." I said, a little furious.

I was laughed at. Mocked because I forewent the standard of public figures. I went to my desk upset, angry and annoyed.

It was at that point that my teacher had asked "who has prepared a speech for us today?", and after the few who shrunk into their desks, trying to not be caught by easily one of the strictest teachers in the school, got the rollicking they deserved, she then asked a question that she told us she has asked out of the class, who had prepared a speech on either Marilyn Monroe or Christiano Ronaldo.

At least 90% of the class raised their hand, looking at the room and noticing that they weren't the only bright spark with a "unique" idea.

She then walked over to my desk, looked me in the eye and said;

"Mollie. On you go"

I shook my head, already feeling the effects of the earlier mocking I endured, my confidence was knocked.

"Mollie. Now please"

I got up and I felt my body stand up straighter, my head held higher. All the women my mother and grandmother told me about, it was now my time to give one of them the respect and recognition they deserve.

"Anna Eleanor Roosevelt was a woman who believed in the rights of everyone on a whole." I began, feeling the pride burning inside my body.

I spoke about her close friendship with another one of my heroes, Amelia Earheart, Lorena Hickok and Carrie Chapman Catt, a Suffragette who campaigned tirelessly for the 19th amendment to give women the right to vote.

I relayed her activism, and how she used her platform of being the First Lady to highlight equal rights for women and those of colour.

I spoke powerfully of her undying service to civil rights, being the first person to invite hundreds of African-American guests to the White House. She lobbied to make lynching a federal crime. She held 348 press conferences on her own to highlight her role in the new change that was brewing in America.

And even after her service to her country as First Lady, she still continued to work with the UN for human rights.

And right there something ignited inside of me. It was my duty to educate and enlighten, I was privileged to produce a speech that shone so brightly on her.

And after I said my closing statement, my teacher stood up, wiped the tear from her eye, and applauded me. To which the class followed, not really knowing what just happened, but knowing that something had just been done right.

I was asked to stay behind after the class. A line that a goody-two-shoes like me never wanted to hear.

My teacher told me that the reason she wanted me to talk that day was that she knew I would bring something poignant to the table. Something that had never been said before in her class.

She then told me to stay passionate, and never let the fire burn out. And then took my paper to make copies to use as an example for future years to come.

I always remember that day as the day I stood up for my gender and my race. The day I forewent standards that were pursued on me by my age cohort.

I have never shied away from my views and my rights as a woman.

I have been empowered by the likes of Rosa Parks, Emmeline Pankhurst, Malala Yousafzai, Michele Obama, Amal Clooney, Simone Veil, my list could go on and on.

I have always stood up for my rights. Shunning past sexual harassment, gender bias and the racial abuse I've suffered throughout my whole life.

My whole career I've stood up and spoken out about the unjust world we live in, knowing fine well it could cost me my job. The job's that I suffered sexual taunts, racial abuse and was paid significantly less than my male counterparts, so to me, it wasn't a job that supported my rights anyway.

That was the main reason why I left my industry and started my own. I am the power behind my own mind. I control my own destiny. But I also can use my platform to influence others. And I will never be silenced.

But last night something happened that the 14-year-old woman I used to be was waiting for.

Oprah stood up and called out the lack of equality in our world. Oprah. The woman who has been begging Congress to listen to our rights since the dawn of her time.

And last night the world stood up and listened to her.

What we saw last night was the change that women like Rosa Parks, Emmeline Pankhurst, Malala Yousafzai, Michele Obama, Amal Clooney, Simone Veil, and Elenor Rosevelt have given their lives to support.

What we saw was justice.

And it felt good.

With tears rolling down my face and a fire burning in my heart I ask you all to not forget what you saw last night. Do not forget the women that stood up for your rights. We all have our part to play in this movement. Focus your energy on the right kind of change.

You may think that #WhyWeWearBlack is something to jump on the bandwagon about. But remember when you wake up this morning there will still be millions of women across the globe without equality.

All sexualities. All races. All women.

Think about how your actions speak. How are you going to be a part of this change? How are you going to help?

Now is not the time to sit on the fence. Now is not the time for silence.

Speak up. Speak louder. Speak for your rights as a woman. Speak for the rights of the next generation. In the hope they have a chance to live freely without discrimination.

But most importantly speak up for your daughters.

So play your part. Stand up for change.

And make 2018, the year of the woman.


The YouTube Edit: The Launch of The Wednesday Edit TV!

So we are here. We have a YouTube channel. I couldn't be more thrilled about it!

This was a massive journey for me as I have dabbled in the past with videos (shoutout to my OG followers that remember my old stop-motion videos. Criiiinge.) and I have produced and edited so many for various other YouTubers that I felt it was about time for me to do my own.

Which brings us to here, my first YouTube video is live and I am over the moon!

I decided to do a little round up of last year, about the products I loved and the collabs that I was so lucky to have.

I just wanted to take this time to say that I wouldn't be here without you all. You all empower me to keep going and push me into my projects, which I couldn't do it all without your support. 

So yeah! If you would like to subscribe to my YouTube channel then click here, and I hope that you loved my first ever video! 

Love always