One of my most enjoyable moments in primary school was going to the field for physical education, famously known as PE. My yellow t-shirt was always with me. Little did I know that this would shape me into being an enthusiastic sportsperson.  Follow my journey in the sport that I love the most, basketball, as I highlight some of the greatest lessons I have learnt. How it Started In 2022, I finally gathered the courage to explore a sport I had been thinking about for many year

“ Christine, recover." This was a statement that my coach reiterated during practice and games. You may wonder what I needed to recover from. Let’s take a pause. Perception and Perfection For the longest time, I lived with a deep fear of perception. Perfect score. Perfect character. Perfect behavior. Perfect personality. Perfect everything.  Is it wrong to strive for perfection? Is it wrong to want to be perfect at the expense of everything else? Lost opportunities. Lost chan

When I bought my first phone as a young girl, I honestly didn’t understand its value. I used it to take photos of myself, post my face, and show people my life, almost like I was advertising myself without even knowing why. I thought that was what having a phone meant. I never imagined that one day this same phone would connect me to opportunities, knowledge, and women who would completely change how I see my future. One day, during an interview, I spoke with a very powerful

The Question That Changed Me At 11 years old, one question changed how I see myself, and I have carried it ever since. Growing up, I was not the most confident child. Bullied by my peers for reasons I never fully understood, my self-esteem had never been lower. I was 11, lost, and continuously asking myself, "Why me?" Until one day, my teacher found me crying, and I vented to her about the names some of the kids had called me. I will never forget her question to me, for it sh

Growing up, I didn’t know I had anxiety. I just thought everyone worried the way I did, constantly overthinking, expecting the worst, and living in a state of quiet fear. It wasn’t until I got older, after my mother had passed, that I began to recognize the patterns in my life as signs of an anxiety disorder. Only then did I realize she, too, had struggled with anxiety, and that some of what I carried could have been inherited. Later in life, driven by curiosity and a desire