Thigh Gap & Skinny Legs Didn't Help Me Find Love.

July 26, 2021




All my teenage years I’ve been suffering with body dysmorphia. I hated the way I look, the size of my jeans, the lack of a proper thigh gap and all these skinny Russian girls around me who genetically had the body I’ve always wanted.


So I started starving myself. And once starving stopped working, I started throwing up. More than a meal a day? Throw up. Carbs or sugar? Throw up. Weight on the scale stopped? Throw up even more. In just a few months my weight came close to 50 kg (which is not okay for my height). I have convinced myself during this journey that once I get skinny enough, I will find love and become popular. What ended up happening is: I got temporary stomach issues, stopped enjoying life and I started hating myself even more. Luckily, I had girls around me going through the same problem and their health struggles were the first wake up call.


So I gained all my weight back. In 2014 I had an appendicitis surgery, which made me lose all this weight again in less than 3 months. I was much more relaxed about my eating disorder, but I would occasionally remember old habits and punish myself for eating. Following the surgery I’ve had my first burnout from the crazy working-hours and graduation, and this is how I ended up in a mental institution. My roommate there was a very intelligent, funny girl with one major problem: she was 33kgs with the height of 170cm+.


And every single day I’ve watched her struggle to do any physical activities. I watched her change into baggy clothes to hide her bones. I watched her suffer with a major depression in addition to her health issues. I watched her hair fall out when she’d brush it too hard. I heard her stories. Her stories how she would enter any supermarket and then black out, just to be found by the security somewhere in the shop, eating all the food from the shelves. How her mother was forced to buy food with an earlier expiration date for her, because it was cheaper and because she would eat everything in the house otherwise, leaving nothing to her family. 
I’ve spent several weeks in that institution and watched girls bounce their mental disorders to each other. Those who entered the institution with anxieties would end up having bulimia or anorexia and vice versa. I watched the girls going in groups to the bathrooms every time we’d share a cake over the tea, just so they can get rid of the ‘enemy’. This was my second wake up call.


Shortly after that I’ve left the country and moved to Lebanon, where I found love, I found joy, I found peace and I found +12kgs over the years. I never questioned my body, I never hated my reflection. I’ve embraced my curves and every single stretch mark. Up until one day, when my love told me that I am not attractive anymore. That I don’t look the same way I was when we first started dating. And this hurt. This hurt really bad. And instead of going to the gym and getting back in shape, I got depressed. I started drinking, smoking and partying my life away. I hated seeing my body when having sex, I hated going to the beach. And this was the third wake up call. 


It took me years to find self-love. It took me years to understand my body. It took me years to overcome the trauma of being rejected by someone I love. And it took me years to understand that I will never be loved for my weight but for who I am.
Today I am nowhere close to that ‘ideal weight’ and even further from that girl that cried over her body. From that girl who was seeking validation from others and punished herself for the unhealthy beauty standards. My family up until today has no idea what I’ve went through or how much I hated being a curvy arab teenage girl. Perhaps they’ve suspected, but I have suffered in silence for years and this was the biggest mistake.


Why am I writing this? To share my story for the first time.
Be vulnerable. Be open. Exorcise your demons by speaking out and ask for help when you are not fine. You’re not alone in this.


Coronavirus Self-Isolation: Don't Go Stir-Crazy

March 23, 2020




Even as a kid, I've always enjoyed my own company and found 1000 ways to entertain myself.
But for a lot of people here, self-isolation is a nightmare.
I’ve personally switched to home-office routine around a year ago, after spending over 7 years behind an office desk. Luckily, all my jobs were always very exciting and fun and never a routine (insert here hashtag-blessed).

However, switching to working from home can be really hard even on introverts who are used to have a specific daily schedule that involves communicating and sharing space with several people. You will also feel very disconnected and lonely sometimes, get lazy and unproductive and go crazy at times. 

Below lies the list of my “Golden Rules on How to Not Go Cuckoo at Home”. I hope this helps at least 0,0001% of you to survive these self-isolation days without risking your mental health.

1.     Gadget-isolation.
Just like we are forced to stay 1-2 meters away from people, make it a habit to fall asleep having your laptop/phone away from you as far as possible. Why? Because eventually you will pick up a nasty habit of reaching out to them and checking emails first thing in the morning
(I am sure you are already scrolling IG religiously before you even open both of your eyes).

2.     Stick to your schedule.
If you are used to waking up at 7am before work, then do so. Use your “commute” time as a quality time to kick-off your day. It can be a long bath, books, movies or cooking that awesome breakfast you never had time to do!

3.     Home-office.
Going back to the first point, make sure you have a dedicated working space, where your laptop will be based for the next couple of weeks. Make it pretty and comfortable enough for you to enjoy it. Whether it’s candles, plants, fluffy pillows – your work space should be comfortable enough for you to spend there several hours but not cozy enough to get lazy.

4.     Lunch breaks.
Always treat yourself for a nice lunch break. Cook food for yourself and set your table. The beauty of having an office routine is being able to disconnect for the short periods of time during smoking breaks or food breaks, which is essential for you not to burn out and feel exhausted at the end of the day. Create these breaks for yourself during the day. Also please don’t smoke, for f*ck’s sake you need your lungs healthy to battle this virus.

5.     Meditation.
Stop rolling your eyes. It’s time you make a new habit and start your day by spending several minutes to set your intentions and mood for the day. You can replace your mid-day smoking breaks with a meditation. Trust me, being away from people will soon start driving you crazy.

6.     Internet.
Time to change your web-surfing habits. If before you were looking for ways to disconnected once you come back home, now it’s time to fill the void from the lack of communication / knowledge and human interaction. Fill it with good things.
-       A lot of celebrities are doing late night tiny-desk concerts at home. Tune in and enjoy their music. I started sharing some on my profile on IG.
-       There are many sport classes that are taking place on Instagram or Zoom. Join them!
-       Meme accounts are great but it’s time you subscribe to channels that will educate you and give you food for thought

And if you’ve reached till here:
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What's Hiding Behind All These Glamorous Travel Photos

September 20, 2019




July 18, 2019. I am having a get-together with my girlfriends. A farewell “Pho Bo”. These get-togethers became a tradition, each time I pack my suitcase. Our next one is going to be in October but right now I don’t know about this. I don’t know how long I am going for, what’s my end destination and what I will be doing exactly.

If somebody told me a year ago that I will leave my comfort zone and let my inner “vagabond child” run wild and free, I’d probably laugh in their face. Me? A person who is so pragmatic, strategic about every single detail in her life, who never goes anywhere without having Plan A, B, C, D, E & etc?  

All these years I’ve scrolled through Social Media accounts of my “wanderlusted” friends, feeling slightly envious while sitting at my 9am to ... (whoever says it’s 5 pm is full of bullshit) job and being shy and even scared to ask for an annual leave. Today I am writing this while sitting on a very uncomfortable chair, in the desert of Saudi Arabia and experiencing extreme heat conditions.

I constantly get messages from people who are probably scrolling my feed in their offices, asking me what do I do for a living and how come I travel so much. I am not going to dive into details of my professional background but talk about something else today.

THINGS TRAVELERS DON’T TELL YOU ABOUT.

Life in a suitcase.
Honestly, I cannot remember the last time I had to do my laundry without rushing to another place. I cannot even remember the last time I unpacked my suitcase fully. Not to mention ironing. I mean it becomes a norm and you convince everyone around you and yourself that wrinkled clothing is the new thing.

Keep your smartie pants off.
There comes a point where you should stop showing off your language skills and just accept that you can’t say a word, because eventually your brain will glitch and you will start saying GRACIAS to people in Italy and DANKE to people in UAE. Embarrassing.

“You can’t sit with us”
You don’t have enough time to adapt and integrate into the culture of the new country you are in. Even worse, once you go back to your motherland, you feel like you’ve changed too much to fit back in. Accept it, you are an outcast and your jokes are shit now.

Friends are not that easy to find.
Yes, you get to meet soooo many people. But what really warms my heart is being able to see familiar and favourite faces at least once in a few months and have a heart-to-heart with them. Proper human connection, when everything around you stops and you have these 3-4 precious hours with a person you can call your friend, before you have to take off again and run somewhere.

Inability to build a relationship.
You’re lonely. You’re lonely when you go out. You’re lonely when you go back to your hotel room. Eventually you stop investing yourself in meaningless relationships because what’s the point if next week you will be in a different location. While your friends back home are being able to take their relationships to a next level, you hug your pillow tight at night, trying to comfort yourself with a thought: “I am so lucky, I get to see so many things!”

You are everywhere and nowhere.
My sister started her university – I wasn’t there. My parents are growing old – I am not there. My friends are celebrating their birthdays, weddings and other special occasions – I am not there. My best friends need me, I am not there. And no whatsapp call, no Facetime chat, no voicenote will be able to fully share with me these precious moments.

Traveling will break you and will make you whole again. You will cry like a little b*tch on a plane while going through an extreme turbulence, you will have nervous breakdowns about missed connecting flights and late taxis, you will grow apart with people back home, you will learn how to nap anywhere, you will start appreciating small things like soft pillows and hot tea, you will fall in love with strangers and you will fall in love with cities. You will fall in love with your new self.

Because nothing evolves you and pushes you further like traveling. No book, no life coach, no relationship.

Book that flight. x


How Tinder-ella was looking for her shoe

July 16, 2019



To the left, to the left. To the left, to the left.” – as Beyonce sings.

Below lies a story of a person who got shadow-banned by Tinder, was unmatched several times due to brutal honesty and generally used it for anything but dating.

This sums up my Tinder experience. Thank you and good luck.

Ever since the launch, I’ve always disliked this app.
Ever since my ex-boyfriend, who loved this app, couldn’t keep it in his pants and proposed an Open Relationship to which I agreed eventually (Concerts, touring, groupies... let’s be honest) because I must’ve really really really loved him and barely loved myself back then.
I used to find it snobbish, shallow and everything but an app to meet people. An app to meet bodies? Probably. An app to fill in the gaps and temporarily escape loneliness? Most definitely.

However, all good things come to an end and I found myself on the “Single” market again. With a bunch of existential questions in my head about love and relationships and after spending years working in nightlife / music industries surrounded by a specific type of men, I hit the ‘download’ button and signed up for this flesh rollercoaster.

Apart from getting bunch of “hahah!” screenshots from people I know who saw my profile (you guys do realize that you were using the app too, right?), I was also lucky that in the past 8 months I took over 16 planes so I unwillingly did some research and made conclusions.

·      You can do a 5-day festival line up based on all the DJ’s and producers you will find in Berlin in one day.
·      French men are as beautiful as they lie. It’s directly proportional. Give me these boys when I was innocent and naive and I would probably have the most beautiful heartbreak.
·      In Lebanon you don’t use Tinder unless you want to find out who is cheating on who.
·      Forget about “we will share a Pepperoni pizza and drive around on his vespa” in Rome.
·      In Armenia they will find you in real life if you don’t answer.
·      Georgians are too busy living and enjoying their wine.
·      In Moscow men are so spoiled, that they will tell you how tall, skinny and smart you have to be. Also add a line in bio that all women are gold-diggers.
& many many more.


In reality, this application is already extra awkward and you are meeting under very specific circumstances, so you will most probably have one of the two following scenarios:
a)    Your date will either be boring as fuck, because they won’t know how to behave and what to say or be extremely nervous.
b)   Your date will be super awesome and they will be super interesting and entertaining which will lead you to thinking that they do this often and this just kills all the vibe.

After going on several dates (didn’t lead to anything), I will tell you that:

  •  There are so many interesting people you can meet and conversations you can have but all the magic disappears once you are facing each other.
  • If you are into “natural” things a.k.a searching for feelings, forget about this app because it kills all the thrill and possible sparks between you two.
  • It’s the easiest way to meet new people if you moved to a new country and not sure which direction to go once you leave your couch (I HOWEVER NEED FEMALE FRIENDS IN BERLIN, PLEASE?)
  • You need to be honest about what you are looking for. Relationship? One-night stand? Fuck buddy? Don’t play this game if you get easily hurt.
  •  It’s a great way to promote an event to foreigners in town or make business connections (guilty as charged)


Now we all heard about this mysterious friend of a friend who found their soulmate on this app and got married and lived happily ever after. I’ve personally never met this “friend” and have a strong feeling that this is a wonderful marketing myth seeded by the app itself.

And guys, we already have so many apps. Please lock your phone screen, get brave and come up to that cute stranger on the street. Does more magic, trust me.

I’ve spent 8 months on the app and I will continue using it only in foreign countries and only when all of my local friends are busy but I feel like hanging out.