Life throws us some curveballs, doesn’t it? Sometimes, it’s sunshine and Parisian pastries; other times, unexpected moments leave us questioning who we are. This week, I’ve been thinking about those plot twists that challenge our self-image.

It starts with the sweet feeling of tiny fingers wrapping around yours, the frantic changing of diapers, and the constant worry over every sniffle and sneeze. Sleep becomes a luxury, replaced by a fierce love that fuels you through the exhaustion.

Let me paint you a picture: Paris, a cozy café, and me, mesmerized by a group of effortlessly chic women enjoying pot de crème. I couldn’t help but feel intrigued yet puzzled. You see, I’d been on the dieting rollercoaster for what felt like forever, and it had taken...

So, I’m getting ready for the day, casually sliding into a pair of pants I haven't worn in a while. And let’s just say they’re giving me a little more squeeze than usual. Cue the dramatic music, right? Old me would’ve freaked out faster than you can say “size zero.” I...

We’ve all been there – making half-hearted resolutions that fizzle out faster than a New Year’s gym membership. It’s like that scene in “The Matrix” where Morpheus offers Neo the choice between the blue pill and the red pill. The blue pill represents blissful...