The Divine Madness of Being a Woman (aka Lip Gloss, Laughter, and Love)

Oh. My. God.

I love being a woman.

No, scratch that—I adore it. I obsess over it. I live for it. I twirl in it like I'm the damn finale of a movie and the confetti is made of compliments and Ariana Grande beats.

You know what I did today?

I wore my favorite lil’ black dress—the one that hugs me just right and makes me feel like a walking fire emoji. I dabbed on my signature red lip gloss (the glossy kind that screams “CEO but make it hot”) and guess what? I caught myself in the mirror and literally said out loud:

“Damn. My parents did a phenomenal job. I am the product of legends.”

And then I looked again—just to be sure—and yep, still iconic.

Like… how is it legal to feel this good? Somebody call 911, there’s a goddess on the loose and she’s armed with eyeliner, confidence, and a playlist that could start a dance riot.

I was working earlier—meetings, deadlines, adulting—but then suddenly, in the soft hush of the afternoon, I felt it. That sparkle. That unexplainable wave of joy. I looked at my plants (yes, I have a plant in every corner because clearly, I'm building an indoor jungle) and touched the leaves like I was Snow White reincarnated with better skincare.

There’s something about nature, right? The gentle green, the silent softness of petals, the way a leaf just exists—no pressure, just vibes. I think we should all live more like leaves.

Anyway, back to the divine drama of the day.

I turned up Ariana, then hopped to some 80s pop, threw in a little Shayne Ward and Enrique (because emotion, hello?), and ended with Lana Del Rey, because why not? Life’s a mixtape and I’m the only song that’s on repeat.

And here’s the thing.

Being a woman isn't just about the glam. It’s about those tiny sacred moments—

When you laugh too loud.

When you hype yourself in the mirror.

When you take yourself out for lunch and flirt with your own reflection in the glass.

When you pick a bouquet of flowers and can’t decide between tulips or sunflowers because girl, you deserve them all.

It’s about choosing joy—even when life’s messy.

Choosing to vibe—even when the playlist is glitching.

Choosing yourself—every single time.

But wait. Let me talk about my GIRLS.

Ohhhh baby, I am surrounded by queens. Crowned in chaos, glitter, and unconditional love.

My best friend, Muku—this girl is my ride or die, my 3AM therapist, my personal cheerleader who would probably fight someone if they made me cry. She’s seen my ugliest breakdowns and still said, “You’re beautiful.” She sends me 7-minute-long voice notes just to say, “You got this, baby.”

And the sisterhood? Honey, it's real.

Saloni—my soul-smiling sunshine. She’s the one who hypes me up when I look like a sleep-deprived potato.Divya, Aisha, Simmi, Khushi, Mansi, Mehak, Anushka, Arya, Nivi, Ritika, Jyoti, Aliena… these girls? They are my heart wrapped in sequins and sass.

They say, “You’re glowing.”

They scream, “YES QUEEN!”

They remind me, “Don’t you ever dim your light.”

These aren’t just friendships.

This is a revolution.

Of love, softness, strength, and unapologetic support.

And speaking of incredible souls, there’s Faiza—just a girl I don’t even know well, but every time I used to need notes, she was the first to send them with the sweetest smile. She’s always there, reading whatever I write, hyping me up with her kind words and endless appreciation. It’s women like her, who don’t have to be in your inner circle but still pour love and support into everything you do, that make the world feel a little brighter.

Of course, there are days I’m a mess. Days I cry in my towel, feel lost, feel not-so-goddessy.

But then I remember—I get to choose.

And I always, always choose happiness.

Because I owe that to myself.

I owe that to the girl in the mirror who’s still learning to love her laugh lines and late-night cravings.

I owe it to every version of me that survived heartbreak, self-doubt, overthinking, and still danced in the kitchen anyway.

So here’s to being a woman.

To lip gloss that lasts all day.

To songs that make you feel alive.

To the chaos, the colors, the crying, the caring, the coffee dates, the confidence, the crushes.

To plants in every corner and perfume behind the ear.

To hugging your girls so tight the world feels safe again.

Here’s to YOU, babygirl.

Celebrate yourself.

You are the art.

You are the artist.

And this life? It’s your runway. Walk it with that strut only you have. 💃✨

Now go hype yourself.

Buy that flower.

Sing that song.

Twirl in that dress.

And if anyone asks why you’re glowing so much today?

Just smile and say,

“Because I’m me.”

🌷💋👑