I wrote this poem a few months ago, during a lonely period after graduating from university.
Labels are the words of people who think with their eyes.
An ode to my nose.
This week, we dardish about beauty ideals, plastic surgery and how we learnt to love our noses.
Samar, Yasmine and Bayan dardish about the inherent impact of their Arab names on their sense of cultural and racial identity.
An ode to my fabulously hairy bod.