excuses, excuses. I’ll get my ass there within the hour.

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It’s way too easy to create beautiful shit when everything sucks.

Three years ago, when I was drunk every night, working three jobs and wasting my time with fuckboys who broke my heart and sent me walking to late night clinics along the side of the highway (no really), I wrote some beautiful shit. I wrote poetic, heartbreaking shit and it was all scrawled into tear-stained notebooks because I was sitting under my kitchen table whilst everyone else got drunk, occasionally accepting another chipped mug of cheap wine that I hated the taste of, getting more ink on my hands than the page yet somehow managing to come up with shit that made everyone who read it weep.

I wrote poetic, heartbreaking shit that made people sit up and pay attention to me, because my life was pathetic and heartbreaking - it’s very easy to trick yourself into thinking it’s the same shit, but it’s not. Being sad every night isn’t the love story of the century, it’s giving in to what’s easy because it’s ‘good for your art’, which is a load of bollocks by the way.

When I met the love of my life, my words soared off the page and created fireworks in the eyes of anyone privy to the inner workings of my heart and my cunt. Why? Because everything was rainbows and oral sex instead of university lectures, that’s why.

It’s not that commendable, to be living an exceptional life and creating exceptional shit. It’s awesome, but it’s expected.

Give me the person who can make my fingers tremble when I read their words, even when their life is monotonous as fuck. Give me the person who’s settled into a comfortable routine, and somehow manages to make syntax dance from their brains to their keyboards and keep it up for longer than a couple of paragraphs - gimme raw shit coming from cushy people - gimme the artist who doesn’t need to be screaming and falling down on the bathroom floor in order to create characters that are - give me something well written that didn’t come from despair or a bout of post-orgasm delirium.

I can guarantee you, that’s a whole other kinda skill.

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I caught myself staring at the pictures on the left last week. And the one thing I kept asking myself is ‘what was I thinking?’. I was 21 years old and I had been on and off diets since I was 12. My mother took me to my first dietitian when I was just 14 years old! I spent half my life obsessing over what I told myself I can’t change. What was I thinking? I keep asking myself: if I knew that doing the same thing over and over and over again only made me more miserable, why did I choose to keep doing it? Why didn’t I try doing something different after the 3rd time a diet didn’t work? or the 5th time? or the 20th?

A few weeks after those pictures on the left were taken, I went on a family trip to Petra in my home country Jordan. It was my first time there and I loved it. We walked the mile long ‘siq’ and explored the city a little bit. But when it was finally time to walk back, I was exhausted. I was not used to that much exercise. So I rode one of the horse carriages they provide (for old people) back. My 31-year old brother had just quit smoking a few months before and started taking care of his health. He walked the whole way back with his daughter on his back! I was so embarrassed. That trip was the best thing that ever happened to me. I realized that if my brother was able to stop smoking after almost 20 years (he started at 13) and get healthy like that, then why not me too?

I got home after that trip and started learning everything I could about health and the way my body works. I watched documentaries and read books and research about everything like food, nutrition, exercise, the food industry, literally everything I can. And what I realized is that I was doing everything wrong. So I started doing the opposite but in small steps. I started eating healthy foods in the right proportions by learning how to cook. I knew I had to start exercising so I started doing workout videos at home before building up the courage to go to the gym. I learned how saving the money I used to spend on junk food to buy better ingredients to cook with was worth it. And little by little, I saw myself change. And people around me started changing too. 

And now, here I am almost 4 years later. Staring at those pictures. Wondering what I was thinking. I never believed I could be an after picture. And I only became an after picture when I started believing I can. 

Yasmeen you are so inspiring! This story has me tearing up in a coffee shop dammit! Haha but I just love seeing your before and afters and reading your story.

Thank you dear:) I just really hope that people learn from my mistakes and not just read my posts and move on. This happened. I did this. And so can everybody that wants to!

Truly inspiring

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Today’s smoothie - mixed berries + a banana + chia seeds + honey and strawberry rhubarb yogurt

Today’s smoothie - mixed berries + a banana + chia seeds + honey and strawberry rhubarb yogurt


Alanna Mule
Adrenaline Tattoo
Toronto, Ont. Canada
IG: @alannamule

my lotus tattoo is by Alanna! Highly recommend. Very talented. 

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Our Copenhagen kitchen is so beautiful!

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My first green smoothie attempt

2 handfuls of a spinach + kale mix
1 kiwi
Half a lemon, squeezed
Peaches + Mango

Going to toss in a green apple next time too


Goat Cheese, Prosciutto & Fig Tartines

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Today’s smoothie was mixed berry + 1tbsp honey + a handful of chia seeds * handful of hemp hearts + blackberry apple yogurt

Just about to head off to bed - tried out the Nutribullet with a peach, mango and pineapple smoothie with hemp seeds + yogurt + ice.

Anyways Monday tomorrow - hopefully will toss another 5 pounds on the bar. Really excited to see some improvements!


If you don’t think Spice World is a cinematic masterpiece don’t talk to me

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