This month has been a weird one because I've basically been locked away with my laptop for the duration working on something SUPER FUCKING EXCITING that I literally just cannot wait to bring to life. In this day and age it's so normal to just push things out on social media and onto the internet almost immediately and it's been a real challenge to keep my mouth shut about what it is I'm working on but fingers crossed all will be announced sooooon! In the meantime, highlights of November (the bits I can talk about!) including attending the Chain of Hope charity gala below...
Last month, the Do It For The Dick Challenge hashtag went viral on social media. In what was potentially the scariest piece I've written so far (which just goes to show the extent to which women police themselves let alone each other!), I penned my thoughts in my first piece for Grazia UK's print magazine. As an Egyptian woman in particular, but even as a woman in general, there are so many double standards when it comes to what we're allowed to want and our subsequent behaviour. It's kind of boring now, don't you think?
Soaring high above the Mediterranean sea attached to nothing but a parachute, my mind racing with the sheer wonder of it all, another thought elbows in on the elation - I’m not going to have any photos to document this moment in my life. The irony of feeling as free and uplifted as I've ever been, while simultaneously worrying about a lost social media opportunity sounds crazy, but it's a concern that colours almost all my day-to-day interactions.
I have grown up as part of a generation that trades in pictorial evidence. Look who I met! Look at what I wore! Look at what I'm eating! Look at me working out: and yes, I am #strongnotskinny. Unlike my parents' generation, who picked up the phone to check in with friends and family on a daily basis, my friends and I upload images and 'progress reports' throughout the day. If we're out for jogs, we can track our route and upload to Facebook: if we're on a new health kick, we can snap every meal, and keep tabs via our jawbones. This is the very tip of the tracking iceberg - beyond the hundreds and thousands of Tweets and Instagram shots that appear every second of every day, it seems that our thirst to know (or is reveal?) ourselves, is insatiable.