Liefde Voor Je Zelf

Liefde Voor Je Zelf

Zaterdagochtend 16 juni, het is iets voor tien. Aretha Franklin zingt over het moment dat ze ontwaakt terwijl de groep binnen druppelt. De geur van verse koffie vult de ruimte (ik oefen op mijn latté art). We zijn in het fijne Idéfix in de Jordaan, een plek “waar slapende ideeën wakker...
Event: Let's Talk About.. Zelfliefde

Event: Let’s Talk About.. Zelfliefde

Liefde. Houd jij wat over voor jezelf? Liefde is de basis waarvan uit jij kunt zorgen voor jezelf (en de ander). En die liefde hoef je niet buiten jezelf te zoeken.. Om het aan te boren heeft soms aandacht en oefening nodig. Gun jezelf die aandacht tijdens Let’s Talk About....
Body Hair

Body Hair

Let’s Talk About.. Female Body Hair. When the weather is hot I get to work: operation *silky smooth*. It’s an impressive list of plucking, shaving and waxing if I may say so myself. I pluck from my eyebrows, my upper lip, my chin, my nipples, my belly, my toes. I shave...
Delen over lief en lijf

Delen over lief en lijf

Afgelopen zaterdag 27 januari organiseerde ik de vierde editie van Let’s Talk About.. Met deze workshop-sessie bied ik de ruimte aan een groep vrouwen om te reflecteren en te delen over een bepaald thema. Deze keer was dat over de (liefdevolle) relatie die je hebt met je lijf. En wow, wat...
Let's talk about.. body acceptance

Let’s talk about.. body acceptance

In 2013, I was in therapy for an eating disorder. I came together with a therapy group once a week for the duration of nine months. For years I have been wanting to share about this on my blog. I never dared to. It was my secret, not to be...
Magic..

Magic..

Finally, I get to tell you some dating stories. The first man I called from the ‘ballenboekje’ gave this crazy project the best start I could wish for (remember that little book of phone numbers my friend put together for me during her wedding?). He loved the idea of going...
You Can't Win If You Don't Play

You Can’t Win If You Don’t Play

Disclaimer: this blog post will not tell you about the first date I had with a guy from het ballenboekje. It might, however, answer your ‘but why a date project?!’-question. In the last week of May, I flew out to the United States for yet another wedding. It was a...
Single at the Wedding

Single at the Wedding

It has been two weeks since I called out my date project. Spoiler alert: I haven’t been on any dates since. Indeed, no second date with the Kingsday-man. I asked him some questions for this blog -proper journalistic research- and then he realised he just couldn’t date a journalist. (Well,...
First Date

First Date

Last week I deleted all dating apps from my phone. I hadn’t been on a date in many (many) months and had installed them in a half-hearted attempt to change my luck. But pretty quickly I figured meeting people virtually based on a swipe wasn’t for me. I told a...
Why do girls wear make up?

Why do girls wear make up?

Why do girls wear make up? Because we have come to think we are not beautiful enough without. Why do girls shave their legs? Because we are told we are hideous with hair. Why do girls order salads and drink skinny lattes? Because we are made to believe that being...
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Don’t worry just travel?

I hope I have never told people to not worry about money and simply travel. Because as this blog (entitled Why ‘Don’t Worry About Money, Just Travel’ Is the Worst Advice of All Time) demonstrates: being able to travel is often directly related to huge privilege.  
The Local

The Local

Who says you can’t have random adventures at home? I am sitting by the door of fancy People’s Place in Amsterdam, doing a door shift for the swing dance party I’m attending. Two guys walk in: French, attractive and wondering what kind of party is going on here? One of them coincidentally knows how to...
Portfolio: Ubuntu Academy Writings

Portfolio: Ubuntu Academy Writings

Some people think I’ve been holidaying these past months. Although I like to think life is a holiday, I did work in Cape Town. One of my tasks with Ubuntu Academy Cape Town was to create website content. I wrote about the end of the beginning, to announce we had come to the end of...
The Best Of

The Best Of

Fifteen Months of Travelling Things I learned about myself: I don’t send postcards. I send hearts on WhatsApp. Dancing is my drug, my energy, my first love always. My friends and family are part of who I am. I am independent and strong. I have principles; that’s okay. I live by them but sometimes I break...
Pizza with an African

Pizza with an African

He got up to order a pizza, then paused. With a worried expression he asked if I was a vegetarian, said he couldn’t continue our evening if I was. I laughed at his relief when I said I wasn’t and jokingly exclaimed: “you Africans and your meat!”. He looked at me in disbelief and started...
Home is Where..?

Home is Where..?

Home is where the heart is. But what if its GPS signal is mixed up? The past weeks my heart told me it was ready to go home to reunite with friends and family. But now that the end is near, an anxious feeling seeps in. I wonder, will my heart follow me to the place that I...
Infecting the City

Infecting the City

The arts festival Infecting the City may be the best way I have ever seen art being brought to “the public”. For the duration of one week city life was shook up by artists. They performed all over Cape Town’s public spaces like the station, shopping mall, in the park and on squares. It was free for all,...
We Should Love

We Should Love

Up on a hill in a beautiful garden a man sang to me. His voice was the most beautiful, his words the most true. I felt love. We’ve got holes in our heart. We’ve got holes in our lives. We’ve got holes but we carry on. The garden was Kirschtenbosch Botanical Garden, Cape Town, and the man...
Heimwee naar Holland

Heimwee naar Holland

Daar zit ze met een ijsblauwe trui aan en sjaal om. Ze heeft me net de tuin laten zien door het oog van de laptop. “Kijk, lieverd, het hagelt.” Ik zie geen hagel, de verbinding is te traag voor het vallen van de stenen, maar ik zie wel een waterige zon in een winterlucht. Ik...
My Life With Didi: Black & White

My Life With Didi: Black & White

I considered starting a series of blog posts called “My Life With Didi”. Unfortunately, I cannot commit myself to writing regularly about it: too busy living it! Didi is my Capetonian housemate, she is the same age as me (27), does the job I would want to do (Project manager for cultural projects), and decorates...
The Art Of Boredom: Take A Bus

The Art Of Boredom: Take A Bus

The appeal of long-distance bus travel: you sit and stare, listen to some music and become increasingly bored with your idle state of nothingness. There are articles promoting the art of boredom and if you’ve been wondering how to practice it I suggest you take the bus. There is something oddly satisfactory in being bored...
Proclamation of Love

Proclamation of Love

South Africa, beautiful, complex, intriguing South Africa. Where a black taxi driver advices against your given destination because “there are many blacks”. Where dramatic mountain tops give way to wild coast lines, and fertile winelands bring colour to arid desert landscapes. Where you can drink a rooibos cappuccino, or an endless selection of good wine. Where you...