‘It is not what I do; it is who I am.’ Some self-motivational chap somewhere on the Internet whose quote – despite my skeptical dispositions – I cannot seem to shake off. As most of you know, I have changed careers more than Kanye West said he loved himself. I think I can claim that IContinue reading “The only mother I can be”
Category Archives: Body image
It’s a woman’s world…
Or the day when redlipstickmama became Soumountha When I started this blog, I can say this now: I was not well. I was a little lonely not because I had no friends but it was a weird loneliness. I was lonely because I was freaking lost. Too many thoughts, very few outlets, no clairvoyance. TheContinue reading “It’s a woman’s world…”
P for President
I write a blog so I don’t forget things; like how much I hurt, how much I worked, how much I laughed, how much I loved…Bla Bla Bla Today, I do not want to ever forget some precious moments with my daughter. A day will probably come when her smart ass attitude will frustrate me to noContinue reading “P for President”
Shit that Lao people (or at least my folks) like to say
I have dropped some breadcrumbs, post after post, about how crazy my extended family is and how their madness may very likely be connected to the fact that they are Lao. I am aware that it is a racist statement but still…I let you be the judge after you finish reading this post. Also everything writtenContinue reading “Shit that Lao people (or at least my folks) like to say”
S-T-O-P
I hate bad customer service. It is one of those things that really bug me. Living in New York does not help; I get even more demanding now. However, something very out of character happened to me: two weeks ago, I almost tipped someone so that they stopped doing their job so well. It wasContinue reading “S-T-O-P”
Mood of the day: Blah
I had a working session today with a Fashion entrepreneur/Fashion designer. I love meeting with creative people because they are often extremely good looking and being near them is like eating La Duree macarons while listening to Bach. They have an air about them, an halo: is it the fitted cashmere coat, the biweekly facialsContinue reading “Mood of the day: Blah”
The (little) girl next door
‘Girls can wear jeans And cut their hair short Wear shirts and boots ‘Cause it’s OK to be a boy But for a boy to look like a girl is degrading ‘Cause you think that being a girl is degrading But secretly you’d love to know what it’s like Wouldn’t you What it feels likeContinue reading “The (little) girl next door”
Mood of the day: Post Apocalypse shorties
There are a couple of things I learnt in the last two weeks: – the meaning of ‘polar vortex’, a persistent, large-scale cyclone located near one or both of a planet’s geographical poles. Basically, an almost apocalyptic end of the world during which your brain seems to be freezing while walking and during which opening yourContinue reading “Mood of the day: Post Apocalypse shorties”
Mood of the day: new old me
I finally made the big leap and by that, I don’t mean: – kicking out L back to his room when he crawls into our bed in the middle of the night and pull and pinch my breast as if it was a a ‘doudou’ (French for anything that calms the baby: teddy bear, securityContinue reading “Mood of the day: new old me”
My black son
‘I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character’ Martin Luther King Jr. Something that has been happening with G in the last few weeks got me thinking aboutContinue reading “My black son”
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