Category: Experience

I know War in all of its sickening “glory,” in that I have tasted the cordite, smelled the burnt brass and copper and heard the high-pitched screaming whistle of incoming death, and felt the tacky-stickiness of blood. Mercenary. Gun-for-hire. That’s what Civilians call us when they are feeling charitable.

In some parts of the world, the idea of beauty goes as such: ‘the fairer you are, the more attractive you’ll be’. I’ve had my fair share of struggles and hardship in my pursuit to be confident in my own skin. Using my gift as a writer to inspire people, this is my story – along with three lovely ladies who have joined in my pursuit to break the stereotype.