Once upon a time, I was a doctor walking down hospital corridors, but you wouldn’t know it if you saw me in my scrubs. More often than not, even with a stethoscope around my neck, I’d be mistaken for anything but a doctor. Imagine being a woman of colour in the medical field. You’ve got…

I still remember my first H&M t-shirt. I was 12, living in Nigeria, dreaming of those cool, faraway H&M stores I saw on American TV, where the weekend ritual for teenagers was casual shopping. That shirt? It felt like Gucci to me. I didn’t care that it was secondhand—owning something from a brand I’d only…

When I first moved to the UK, fast fashion was the least of my concerns. I had plenty of other things to worry about: life was stressful with work, concerns about money were ever-present, and raising a child added to the daily pressures. My perspective shifted dramatically after watching the documentary “Dead White Man’s Clothes,”…

I used to wonder why people would pay so much money for designer clothes when they could get an identical garment for a much lower price. Of course, I knew nothing about quality then. Didn’t even know the difference between polyester and cotton. (Imagine my shock when I found out that polyester is plastic!) From…

I get it. Not everyone has access to a secondhand shop where they can find the greatest vintage and secondhand clothes that fit their personal style and size perfectly. And even when they do, it might not be as organised. You would have to trawl through racks of clothing to find your special gem. When…

I have never been able to find denim trousers that fit me perfectly. They’ve always been too short. And when I found ones that were long enough, either the waist was too loose, or the hips were too baggy. I just couldn’t win. Over time, I realized I’m not the only one struggling with these…

Every year, 80 to 100 billion pieces of clothing are being produced. That’s enough to dress every ant on the planet in a tuxedo. And what do brands do? They throw time, money, and neuroscience into figuring out how to make us buy them—promising their clothes will fix everything from bad hair days to existential…

When I was growing up, new clothes were reserved for special occasions. We waited a full year to receive them at Christmas. My parents bought the same cotton material in bulk to save money, and told the tailor to make our clothes a few inches bigger so we could grow into them over the year….

via GIPHY I didn’t know how many clothes I had until I had to move out of Turkey after university with only one suitcase. Packing, as you can imagine, became a nightmare. My wardrobe was not dramatically bursting at the seams with clothes falling out. But it was definitely cluttered enough to make me ask…

There was a time when I dressed to blend in and avoid drawing more attention to myself. Even though I had a sense of personal style at that time, I decided to stifle it because I was too uncomfortable to express myself and let my true personality shine through. All I wanted to do was…