I have always enjoyed posing for pictures📸 provided that I could see them after immediately and get rid of ones that were not flattering 😳. Today with IPhones and DSLR’s and countless filters we have a lot more control over how our pictures turn out (excluding the truly hideous ones taken by others who then further embarrass you by posting the humiliating picture in which except for themselves everyone else is either suffering from red eye or is caught with their mouth open in a yawn or mid laugh or some other truly unflattering pose that shouldn’t see the light of day let alone be posted all over social media with you tagged in bold 🤬😡.
📸Growing up however we had zero control over how our pictures would turn out. I’m referring to the reel cameras of the good old days in which you had to put in a roll of film with either 24 or 36 exposures and then wait until the film roll was back from the photo studio where the pictures were developed old school style and printed onto photo paper and that could take up-to a week. During this time there was a absolutely no way to preview the pictures and you had to wait for the dreaded envelope to arrive whereupon it would be viewed by the entire family together😳. I cannot tell you how many cringe 😫worthy photos of me are still floating around in various cousins and aunties dressing table drawers that some well meaning relative often times post on FB with the hashtag #throwback or #family which illicit comments like haye yeh tum aisi theen?? (Omg! You looked like that!)Which trust me since puberty was exceptionally unkind to me are pictures that truly deserve to be set on fire🔥
📸So back to the present and a safe distance away from my unflattering early teens 😳 Every-time I get a chance to dress up I make sure I pose like a pro and bring out my inner fashionista 😘 So for today’s what I wore post i donned this gorgeous block print maxi dress in airy cotton paired with what else my red👠 juttis/khussas✨. Am I spring🌸 and summer 🌞 ready or what 😘 Tell me some of your terrible picture stories 📸
💦Did you know that the face 💦wash is not only the first step in your skincare routine it is also one of the most important❓
💦It’s the first product we use on our face to take off all the makeup, wash away any product residues and if you are in Dubai🇦🇪🌵 to wash away all the fine sand stuck to the oiliness so that there is a fresh, clean canvas to work with.
💦However the fact is that most of us are using face washes/cleansers that are unnecessarily harsh and strip our skin of all moisture causing our sebaceous glands (natural glands in the skin that are responsible for maintain healthy moisture levels) to go into overdrive and produce more oil to counter the effects of the face wash. This results in an over oily 😫T-zone area for people with combination or oily skin along with breakouts and for people with dry 🍂skin well their skin just cannot produce enough moisture to keep up with the drying effects of their face wash so they end up with guess what even drier, parched skin.
💦This nugget of wisdom might seem very strange coming from a person who spent her life washing her face with everything from LUX( I don’t care how many movie stars✨ endorse it, this chemical concoction leaves your skin looking and feeling like old , dried 👢boot leather 😳) CAPRI & TIBET soaps (same moisture leeching abilities along with a overpowering jasmine fragrance😷)before moving on to a seemingly gentler DOVE (I could never seem to wash that greasy feeling off) PEARS bar (I was so fascinated by the orange see through bar) and then finally becoming a “burger bachi” 😬(Karachi aur khaas kar ke Defence waaleh from the 90’s will get this reference 😉) and moving on to Clean & Clear and St Ives & Johnson’s face washes.
💦All of which were harsh, sulphate based (back then I didn’t even know what sulphate meant not that I ever bothered reading the ingredient list of it was available at AMI’s or AGHA’s it was imported and thus good enough😬).
💦Over the years I have become a 🤓savvy and informed consumer and I make sure I read the ingredients list carefully to avoid products that contain harsh chemicals like:
☠️Ingredients like these are are skin irritants and they further aggravate your skin and have been linked to causing horrifying diseases like cancers and birth defects 😱.
💦After that shocking revelation let’s come back to the product review at hand 😋🍃The @Sukin brand is an Australian brand that makes plant based and gentle skin care. If you are looking to make the switch to a healthier face 💦wash that won’t cause a dent in your wallet this is a good brand to try. I especially like their sensitive cleansing gel because it’s soap free and doesn’t dry out irritate my skin like most face washes do. It also contains natural oils of avocado 🥑, green tea🍃 and cucumber🥒 to leave the skin soft and balanced. Plus it won’t leave your skin feeling dry and tight like most face washes do🍂 Win win✨ So try it out and let me know your experience with it 😘 Available at all Life Pharmacy stores in Dubai.
💇🏻♀️I have always had long hair for as long as I can remember and as such I have become very protective of my locks 💝.
💇🏻♀️From the time when I was a toddler and till my late teens my mom was in charge of my hair’s care and maintenance : from pinning me down with one leg and piling on coconut🥥olive and safflower oils, to tying it in the tightest of braids. Even haircuts consisted of me standing on a pile of old 🗞newspapers and my mom trimming a few centimeters at the bottom with a pair of kitchen scissors ✂️. Salons and hairdressers according to my mom and Nani(her mom) were the wicked conspirators who would chop✂️ off all my hair to sell in the black market and send me home looking like a ganji kabootri (bald pigeon🐦) God only knows where Desi moms and grandma’s come up with such analogies and stories 😓.
💇🏻♀️If all that wasn’t extreme enough mom would also carefully wash and condition and detangle my hair announcing beforehand that I was too phoohar (both inept & incapable) that I would never be able to wash the oil out 😓. And also that I would use up all the water in the tank in the process😳.
💇🏻♀️Eventually I took over the washing and conditioning part once I turned 13 stressing that I needed privacy despite her protests of (mujh se kya chupa rahi ho maine tumhe 10 saal tak nilhaya hai💧) = I’ve bathed you till you were 10 there is nothing there I haven’t seen already 😳.
💇🏻♀️The only time after that I remember my mom washing my hair when I was older was when I was 14.
💇🏻♀️Ok so backstory : I was at school and for some reason had my head stuck out our classroom window to look at god knows what down below, when the glass pane from the window one floor above me fell out and smashed on my head 😱. And when I say smashed I mean smashed like into teeny tiny smithereens. So there I was with these hundreds of micro shards of glass in my hair feeling like a character from the Tiny Toons cartoon after they have been hit on the head with an anvil 😳. Anyways this was Karachi in the 90’s so the class teacher simply told me I was perfectly fine, not to make a fuss and since I wasn’t visibly bleeding that I should go home (the last class of the day had ended during this fiasco).
💇🏻♀️Once home I told my mom about the incident, where after the initial aye haye (oh no!) tujhe kya zarroorat thee khirki se poora sar bahar niklane ki? Kahin kaanch ne baal tu nahi kaat diye??( what possessed you to stick your whole head out the window? Don’t tell me the glass damaged the hair!!😒
I was then promptly marched over to the bathroom and since I refused to take off my clothes in front of her I had to sit in my uniform in the bathtub 🛁while she meticulously removed every piece of glass from hair and washed it. 💞
💇🏻♀️Given my mom’s obsession with long hair. It’s no wonder then that even as an adult I was very attached to my hair and when I finally ventured on my own for a haircut. I was the very epitome of the pain in the ass, badgering, edgy customer who would constantly remind the hair dresser to cut as little as possible of her precious hair and then demand proof that she had not tricked me and hacked off all my hair 🤨 (Mujhe dekhain kitna kaat rahi hain) = show me how much you are cutting off 😜
💇🏻♀️I remember the first time I had bangs cut 😳the sight of the hair dresser cleanly slicing off a a foot long, thick lock of hair had me clutching the arms of the salon chair so firmly my knuckles had turned white causing the lady to stop in alarm and checking to see if I was having some of seizure 😖🙃. I remember regretting getting my hair cut the moment I got back home and ordering all sorts of hair vitamins off of amazon and measuring my hair diligently every week.
💇🏻♀️Back to the present I have managed to get over my hair related nerves finally 😋 and I actually look forward to getting my hair styled and colored every now and then a little differently each time. Pictures below 😬⬇️💇🏻♀️Luckily I have always done my research and I have always found myself in good hands so no major hair disaster stories. Except for the time when I got my hair highlighted in Karachi and I ended up with a giant white blonde streak reminiscent of a Skunk’s tail smack in the center of my head 😱. But a tantrum in the salon and a little toner helped fix that problem so whew😬
💇🏻♀️I honesty feel a haircut and color is the easiest and quickest way to freshen up your look and feel good about the way you look. So here is my very current hair cut and yes it looked so good I had to indulge in a little selfie while I was still the car 😜
Tell me your hair stories good or bad I would love to hear them 😘