Stellah in the City.

Hey friends So over the last few months I have been so moved (sometimes to tears) by how much women go through in South Africa and the continent at large on a daily basis. This post is going to be a little bit of a rant and very vulnerable but hopefully it will lead me to no just write about it but do something about it. I don’t know what needs to change but something has to give. I moved to Johannesburg a little over five years ago. The first 18 months were rough! REALLY rough! A friend of mine and I would say (she was going through the most during that time too) that we were being baptized into adulthood by fire! It makes me clap once when I think about that time. I was so broke I could not afford to buy toiletries, especially sanitary towels. I went for months using toilet paper. You can only imagine the discomfort and how dirty I constantly felt. When I was able to buy sanitary towels, I legitimately cried in the toiletry isle at Dischem feeling so grateful but sligh...