We’re all gasping for some Lemonade

Salma El-Wardany

I’m a mess. A complete and utter, incomprehensible mess. A swirling mass of emotion that’s desperately trying not to burn London to the ground while listening to Lemonade on repeat. I don’t really want to see the city in flames, but there’s a fire inside me, and a recognition of my power as a woman that’s bursting to come out.

It’s desperately trying to claw its way to the surface because it’s been supressed for so long, and that’s exactly what Beyoncé’s new album has just done. It’s unplugged the stifling dam of oppression and the floodgates are finally open and running free.

Her album is layered and complex, with messages hidden at every turn, but mostly, and most importantly, it’s about being a woman. It’s an hour-long visual history of womanhood, the struggle of becoming a woman, and the power we women have. The raw, incredibly courageous, female power…

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Now we are free

Salma El-Wardany

I was crying as I hit send on a message that would end something I didn’t want to end.

I so badly wanted it to continue. That wanting was laced deep in my bones and tied up with the dreams I had created in my heart. Deciding to let go of that want, of that pulsing, all consuming desire, was an incredibly painful thing to do. But somewhere, amongst all that pain, was the realisation that I had decided to love myself instead, and that realisation felt a lot like freedom.

Loving ourselves is not something we do enough. Women in particular, are especially bad at this. I have sat with countless women as they told me their stories of love. Of the love they had piled onto the men in their life, who couldn’t or wouldn’t give it back. Of the love affairs that lingered, of the men that held…

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Raise your boys like you raise your girls

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Salma El-Wardany

I have spent a lot of my life wondering what on earth is wrong with men.

Whether it was watching my father or brother, talking to my male friends, or piecing through my own romantic involvements, I have, more often than not, been left thinking; what the fuck is wrong with them?

We can argue that men are from Mars as much as you like, but I call bullshit on that entire discourse. It feels too much like a copout, and it’s way past time we took some responsibility anyway.

They’re not from different planets, we’ve just always acted like they were, and there lies the problem. It’s why we have such miscommunication between the sexes, and why we still don’t live in gender balanced world.

The idea that ‘boys will be boys’ has permeated our society for as far back as anyone can remember, and so we’ve…

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