I want to shed light on a side of me I don’t often share:
My life revolves around self-love, and the avenues I express these principles through.
Most of my social media is focused on primary outlets like fitness, body appreciation, and of course, food *insert froyo emoji* *insert tongue emoji* *why is there no cinnabon emoji?*
But I’d like this blog to carry more than that – because I too, am more that that.
I figured it would be symbolic to dedicate the beginning of this blog series to an introduction;
to share with you all a little bit more Sarah
beyond the surface.
what you may not know/already do/important things about me/things that make my heart happy/i am grateful to be alive because/little facts/big facts/smile sources/thank you for reading:
I was named Sara Ramadan on October 21 1995. I spelled Sara without the ‘h’ on purpose, and so did my mother.
But when she got home and spelled it out, she thought it sounded incomplete.
So, she went through piles of paperwork and government agencies to perfect the name with an h.
A few months later, I was named Sarah Ramadan.
And to this day.
As a kid, I was infatuated by climbing trees.
There was something beautiful about pairing my body to a tree trunk as if it were a puzzle piece. I loved testing my grip against new surfaces, bringing myself up against gravity’s wishes:
I never got tired of the view
When I was 7 years old, my mother bought me an old cassette player that could record and playback my voice. I would sit in my room for hours playing with this nifty device, recording, listening, and being entertained by the sound of my own voice.
A few days later, I started singing: I would sing through the record button, hear my pitch during the playback, and repeat over and over again.
This was the first step towards my self-taught experience with music. Ever since, I’ve fallen in love with singing and the therapy it’s offered my life.
I come from a family of 7 – my father, mother, 3 younger sisters, and my brother Aladdin, who is now our angel.
My family means the world to me: I am grateful for their company.
Speaking of love, I am in love with my incredible fiancé Ryan.
There is so much to say about vulnerability and how it brings about the greatest of fears in me:
For years i've been afraid to trust and open up my heart to the unknown, afraid that the world will hurt me. I closed doors because I thought comfort was the most promising part of "living" (ps: it was only survival)
But in January 2016, I met Ryan. And everything changed
Now, I am no longer afraid of pouring my heart into this universe.
I am no longer afraid of memories I have yet to make.
I believe the greatest thing Ryan has ever done for me was represent the
flesh of humanity that bounds this world.
(Ryan, if you're reading this: thank you
Fitness has always been an integral part of my life.
Growing up, my mother put me in every activity/program she could (her intents weren’t perfectionistic – she wanted me to taste an entire spectrum of activities so that I may pick one I am most passionate towards)
I was in ballet classes, running clubs, circus, gymnastics, soccer teams, and then some.
Out of all activities however, running and soccer were my favourites. I played soccer for 7 years.
Without any numerical order scheme (totally kidding) my lucky number is 7.
As a soccer enthusiast, I loved that it was Ronaldo’s number, and for that it held prestige. Today I like it for the memories of calling dibs after dibs at every venture that required digit identification.
Also, I like it cause it’s odd. Like me.
I love reading and writing poetry.
I love the way words can move us in eloquence. It is by far the most luxurious and cost-efficient way to travel.
here's one of my favourites:
The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
I was a pescatarian for about 6 years. I stopped when I began recovery, because I realized my reasons were not ethical-centred but instead used for simply controlling my intake (which was a disordered symptom). Today I have grown passed these intents, and have returned back to practicing vegetarianism.
[ps: I this fact was not an invitation for anyone to make a comment on my dietary preferences: if you are vegan/vegetarian/meatatarian, remember that my body will always be my business.]
There are a few songs out there that have changed me for the better. Here are a few:
Fast Car – Tracey Chapman
Wonderwall – Oasis
After the Storm – Mumford and Sons
Who You Are – Jessie J
Skyscraper - Demi Lovato
[recent: Helium – Sia]
10's a nice number. I think i'll stop here :)
Thank you for reading xo