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Anok Yai by Lachlan Bailey for Vogue UK , June 2021

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My African traditionnel combs collection from Senegal, Guinea Bissau via ig:bbiayenda

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In hindsight, I see now that we were never truly aligned. Was there love, chemistry, and connection? Absolutely. But I stayed out of a sense of loyalty and history, believing that love meant endurance. Fighting for what we had, even when we were growing in different directions.I poured years into that relationship, years I can’t get back, but I’m learning to make peace with that. I also have to make peace with the fact that, in the end, we ultimately wanted different things, and that's ok. I’m also taking responsibility for the ways I showed up imperfectly too.

The breakup, painful as it was, became the catalyst for a new beginning. Since then, life has opened up in ways I never expected. I’ve grown personally, emotionally, mentally, socially, professionally, and romantically.

I've met women who are not just beautiful in ways that speak to me more, but are also emotionally present, kind, and genuinely interested in the man I’m becoming. I’ve learned to stop fighting for love and instead go where I’m celebrated. I wasted months crying over nothing really. There's so many, better compatible options out in the world. Choose who chooses you.

For the first time in a long time, I’m stepping fully into myself and no longer bending and contorting myself to fit into a version of love for someone who was never going to be there when times get tough anyway.

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Ramadan Kareem (2025) by Tolibian, ODUMODUBLVCK ft. BOJ

In hindsight, I see now that we were never truly aligned. Was there love, chemistry, and connection? Absolutely. But I stayed out of a sense of loyalty and history, believing that love meant endurance. Fighting for what we had, even when we were growing in different directions.I poured years into that relationship, years I can’t get back, but I’m learning to make peace with that. I also have to make peace with the fact that, in the end, we ultimately wanted different things, and that's ok. I’m also taking responsibility for the ways I showed up imperfectly too.

The breakup, painful as it was, became the catalyst for a new beginning. Since then, life has opened up in ways I never expected. I’ve grown personally, emotionally, mentally, socially, professionally, and romantically.

I've met women who are not just beautiful in ways that speak to me more, but are also emotionally present, kind, and genuinely interested in the man I’m becoming. I’ve learned to stop fighting for love and instead go where I’m celebrated. I wasted months crying over nothing really. There's so many, better compatible options out in the world. Choose who chooses you.

For the first time in a long time, I’m stepping fully into myself and no longer bending and contorting myself to fit into a version of love for someone who was never going to be there when times get tough anyway.