As most of you know, Emeka and I officially moved to Manila last month to establish and grow our respective careers and begin a brand new adventure as newlyweds! When we boarded that plane on February 17th, I had no idea what to expect. In many ways, it felt very similar to my plane ride from Texas to New York City: full of expectation, a bit of fear, but most prominently, hope in that the best was yet to come.

And indeed, Manila has been all-around the BEST. Each day Emeka and I are astounded by the heart of The Philippines; each person we have been blessed to encounter has been a breath of fresh air and it is safe to say, we are ready to call this place Home. My desire is to transport you through these pages to join me in the journey of a lifetime as I highlight all things fashion, travel, and food in Manila. I’d like to start with a few of my favorite events last week. Let’s jump right in, shall we?

When I received an invite for the L’Oreal Wake Up in Paradise event, I was giddy with excitement. Back when I worked in buying for Barneys New York on 5th Avenue, we shared a building with the corporate headquarters of L’Oreal. I fondly remember sharing the elevator with the L’Oreal girls and noticing how confidently beautiful they were; I thought to myself, “Surely, this is a wonderful and empowering environment to work in!”

Upon reading the dress code was “chic resort wear”, I rushed into my closet to find my freshest dress of the season and chose a floral tassel earring with a cascading braid to finish off my look. I decided to keep my makeup to a minimum, secretly hoping to get a chance to try out the new mascara everyone was raving about!

Upon stepping off the elevator doors, I was greeted with a group of smiling ladies in silky pink robes and before I could ask where I could buy my own, to my pleasant surprise, not only was I handed a robe of my own, but pink bubbly champagne to match as well! (Talk about Insta-worthy right?!) The program, while short, was very sweet; L’Oreal experts introduced the Voluminous Lash Paradise mascara as a must-have in the beauty market. A few guests came forward to show off the long-lasting product. After trying it myself, I couldn’t believe how fresh the mascara had lasted through the heat and humidity! (Did I mention it’s waterproof?!)

For the rest of the evening, guests were welcome to an evening of pampering! You could get a massage of your choice out on the roof overlooking Metro Manila while sipping on a cocktail and/or choose an indoor makeover by a professional L’Oreal makeup artist! All this beauty goodness at your fingertips while munching on a Poké Poké Shoya bowl with hand crafted cotton candy for dessert. Beauty Heaven, am I right?! I never wanted the experience to end and made sure to snag my very own Voluminous Lash Paradise mascara to keep the beauty party going... you can grab your very own here too here!

Fast forward a few days and when Emeka and I recieved our invite to the 2018 Summer Polo Cup hosted by FILA X Manila Polo Club, we could hardly contain our excitement! In cooperation with Philippine Tatler, FILA would be showcasing their latest summer collection. One of the many things I love about my husband include his passion for refined style, so you can imagine how much fun we had choosing our "summer chic" outfits to honour the dress code. I chose a ruffled multi-coloured stripe maxi dress with statement earrings while Emeka chose a white ensemble with a light grey blazer, yellow pocket square, and alligator dress shoes to tie in the whole look. We had no idea what to expect but we had heard many times that Manila Polo Club was THE premier location in the area so we came dressed to impress!

Upon arrival, we were greeted with chilled cocktails and handed the newest addition of Philippine Tatler featuring fashion's finest: Kim Jones, Heart Evangelista, and Liz Uy; perfectly setting the tone of excellence for the evening. Soon after entering the main space showcasing the latest FILA collection, we spotted the ever-fabulous President and CEO of FILA Philippines, Cris Albert. Ms. Albert gracefully led the style parade wearing a white peplum dress with cascading florals. While there were many guests, I marvelled at her ability to still find the time to greet us with a genuine smile and welcoming hug.

A very accommodating server led us to a front table overlooking the polo game, offering us another round of cocktails. For the next hour I was amazed as I watched my very first polo game, the highlight being a 17 year old scoring the most points of the entire game! In between the program Tim Yap, premiere eventologist, and Tessa Vades, fashion icon and extraordinaire, seamlessly hosted the event. The lineup included a game on the field and finally a major giveaway to drive a Mazerati for a day! While enjoying the FILA-festivities, we were served beautiful hors d'oeuvres (my favourite was the wagyu sliders!). Once the award ceremony concluded, to our sheer joy, a giant truck in the middle of the field opened up to reveal a full reggae band called Chocolate Factory. 

As if that wasn't enough to entice a party, the servers began to parade onto the field with trays upon trays of main courses and desserts to a beat reminiscient of "Be Our Guest" from Beauty and the Beast (except in this case, only Beauties present!). On queue, my husband jumped up towards the feast (food is his love language!) and I swiftly followed with the intention of observing the Manila fashion scene. The first thing I noticed was the celebration of color (I would like to specifically call out "color-queen" Tessa Valdes in her opulent yellow ensemble for setting the standard for celebrating style!) . Pinks, yellows, reds, and greens lit up the whole space and perfectly complimented the laughter and fun-filled conversations. Secondly I appreciated the bold style choices from exaggerated ruffles to expertly curated combinations of prints. Finally, I was inspired by the confidence that exuded from the men and women alike. It reminded me once again that fashion, more than anything else, is indeed YOUR message to the world. Style can speak the contents of your heart and soul without a word! And just when we thought the soirée couldn't get any better, fireworks lit up the sky as we danced the rest of the night away. 

We have officially passed our first month in Manila and cannot believe how much we have fallen in love with this city in such a short amount of time! Oh am I ever so glad that I chose to push past fear in pursuit of the mission to empower all through beauty and style. The road towards excellence is by no means always easy and it is a sure guarantee that discomfort will meet you time and time again, BUT the confidence in the plan and purpose put before you is a light worth fixing your eyes (and hope!) upon. So if you are reading this and have a passion burning within you longing to burst into reality, I encourage you to let go and take the leap! I dare you to dream bigger. Remember: If you reach for the stars all you'll get are the stars. If you reach for the Heavens, you'll get the stars thrown in.

A special THANK YOU to L'Oreal, EON, FILA, Philippine Tatler, and Manila Polo Club for being such gracious and wonderful hosts! And disclaimer:  Nothing in this post in sponsored; just wanted to share genuine excitement for some amazing experiences!


Love + Light, Nika


Photo credit:

Jose Caculitan // Facebook // Website // Instagram: @jmcaculitan & @jmcaculitanphotography

Hoppie Polla // Website // Instagram: @hoppiepolla


"Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders. Let me walk upon the waters. Wherever you may call me. Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander. That my faith would be made stronger. In the Presence of my Savior." -Oceans, Hillsong


I officially broke up with Fear in 2017. Said goodbye to the crippling string of lies hindering me from taking the final leap and launching my business. You see, fear is nothing but stories we tell ourselves; often psyching ourselves out as we imagine a pain far more complex and greater than reality. I mean, can you imagine what you could and would accomplish if you said no to this imaginary monster?

The mission to empower through style has been in my heart for quite some time, and slowly but surely I was beginning to realize tangible channels to share that message. As a speaker. As a consultant. As a stylist. To leverage my valuable experience as a luxury fashion executive to stimulate positive change in the industry. To pivot mindsets one by one, elevating awareness and choice for self love that would like a ripple effect course through the generations to come.

It's a bizarre and incredible thing when a plan that has been in your heart for so long finally manifests into a tangible business. A service people not only like but actually passionately NEED. A wise mentor once told me that the best entrepreneurs excel not because they desire more power, more money. No; they are successful because this inexhaustible passion, an everlasting NEED to impact the world supersedes all reason. They see a problem and know without a shadow of a doubt that no one can solve it better than them.

When I heard this incredible advice, it hit me like a Voice from Heaven. I knew.. as deeply as I know I am saved by Grace, that this type of fierce conviction was as close to me as the very blood running through my veins. So began the process from building my business plan to the final launch of the Nika Diwa brand.

The Nika Diwa brand offers a three-tier service of speaking, consulting, and styling with an underlying mission to empower and inspire a revelation of worth.

It. Has. Been. WILD.

From booking my first clients, to growing new relationships and exploring collaborations and pivoting... I can tell you never is one day boring! A newfound patience and humility has also been birthed through the extreme trials and challenges I've faced getting this enterprise up and running. I've learned an insane amount in the last few months; one of the most important being learning how to set up boundaries to avoid exhaustion and burnout.

I am realizing that nothing of real, lasting value is achieved without resistance. Resistance from the enemy infiltrating your mind with lies, external logistics that block forward movement, and even friends who aren't able to celebrate and support this new transition. This season has been one of triumph laced with hardship, tears, and frustration. A holy command to let go of idols and unapologetically strive for the glory God created in me, that the world would see and know His Great Name.

And yet, the calling remains. And my ultimate response is to my Lord, my God; who called me out of darkness and into His marvelous Light. "Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus."‭‭ (Philippians‬ ‭3:12-14‬)

And with this, dear friends, comes my long awaited announcement. It is with all the joy in my bursting heart that I share with you my and Emeka's next step of our journey - and oooo-weee is it quite the leap! Beginning February we are officially hopping on a plane to Manila... for the foreseeable future. Oh my goodness as I type this I cannot believe it myself!!! If it were on my own volition, my fear would undoubtedly swallow me up and eat me alive. And yet, with His supreme Comfort and Presence establishing each step I take, I continue to move onward and upward. In His perfect strength and steadfast confidence. Thank you Jesus.




Romper: SaraBoo // Earrings: Gorjana



I said goodbye to control and stability in 2016 when I left my corporate fashion job to pursue passion and purpose. Because life is too short to live in fear. I believe that at the root of all human anxiety, stress, and frustration is simply


Dread over imaginary ghosts and bad guys; villains we have self-created to sabotage the glory God created within us. For as long as I could remember, creating extraordinary disruptions within ordinary moments was the unseen electricity behind my motivation and drive.

To be outrageously different.

Perhaps this outside of the box mentality was the reason I got on that plane to New York City with nothing more, nothing less than a dwindling bank account, a worn-out suitcase, and most importantly a calling in my heart for more.

It was that same calling, the pulsating da-dum-da-dum in my veins, that pushed me over the ledge of fear and into the great chasm of the Unknown. I, a creature of habit and comfort, finally put in my two-week notice after years of negotiating against my own self-doubt. My goal was a tiny but nonetheless vivid light leading me towards my mission: to empower through beauty and style.

In my years of experience as an executive for leading luxury fashion companies, I could no longer ignore the blatant disorder and chaos resulting in a convoluted string of lies damaging the truth of self worth for men and women everywhere, all ages alike. 

I began by writing my first series in empowerment called The Theology of Fashion, with a heart set on dissecting, uncovering, and reclaiming the redemptive message of God’s love and relentless pursuit towards us in and through the beauty and fashion industries. My goal became to help inspire a revelation of worth; to release the value inherently created within each and every being, regardless of past, body type, or status. 

Thus began my journey to challenge those at a top level in the beauty and fashion industries to be the change makers impacting a complete shift and breaking ground towards a more positive future founded in love and empowerment. 

Almost simultaneously throughout my one year process of building my business plan came a familiar voice of darkness, mocking my desire for more. “You small, stupid girl,” it said, “What makes you think you are qualified to create an empire based on nothing more than a notion to make people feel good? What is empowerment and worth but an attempt to write happy songs and movies? But to create a business?! You went to school and excelled in a career of buying and merchandising under the best leaders in your industry. Don’t be wasteful of your resources. Stick to what you know.” 

Every time this dark voice whispered, the foggy cloud of fear blurred my vision. Sometimes only for a brief moment of confusion; sometimes for long, drawn out moments of deep despair.  And yet, a Voice louder and brighter than even the bleakest lies had already decided victory over my future long before I was born. And His Name was Wonderful Counselor. Mighty God. Everlasting Father. Prince of Peace. Jesus. 

And when the Voice told fear to flee it crumbled back into the earth like a worm without a home. Day by day, second by second, the still, Small Whisper continued to lead me towards more.

More joy,

more fruition,

more of Him.

Slowly but surely, He drew me out of the darkness fear had created around me, coaxing me into His marvelous light and into my destiny. What would happen next would leave me forever changed...

To be continued...

((Stay tuned for next week's post. I am FINALLY announcing some pretty major news and I want you to be the first to know!))


With Love + Light,


Featuring Nha Khanh


Emeka and I are officially over our first year of marriage and boy ohh boy have we learned a heck of a lot! Prior to tying the knot, I honestly had no idea how challenging the actual trenches, meaning day to day life, with another person would turn out to be. It is so easy to get blinded by the fog that is love at first sight during the dating phase, and forget the crucial fundamentals that sustain a relationship for the long haul. 

After much discussion and reflection, Emeka and I have a few crucial points that we strongly believe must be on every couple's checklist, especially if marriage is in sight. Under God's design for marriage, my husband and I are committed to nurturing our union come what may;  in sickness and in health, til death do us part. We are talking unconditional and relentless pursuit; the kind where you see one another to the depths (ugly past, bad habits and all) and yet love to the skies. 

Therefore, taking the careful and intentional steps in assessing realistic compatibility is so crucial between two people seeking marriage. Slowing down and thinking long term is a necessary way to love your partner well. After all, I think we can all agree that the last thing we want is to end up 50 years down the road deciding divorce is the only solution. 

We pray that after watching this video you are encouraged to take seriously the heart of the one you choose for life. That through our short but meaningful experience as newlyweds, you are inspired to love deeply and care seriously. Ultimately, we hope that your own relationship would illuminate such profound resilience and authenticity, drawing  countless souls to the perfect and ever glorious ultimate love in Christ.



"There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind." -C.S. Lewis

Up until meeting my husband, I had been enslaved in a mindset of disordered love resulting from a string of abusive relationships starting from my early teens. I immediately assumed Emeka's kindness was an act; half expecting the monster to reveal his true form and half hoping to God to be proven wrong. On our honeymoon I found myself overcome with an inexplicable fear, realizing I had grown calloused over the years and incapable of receiving love in it's truest form.

My love for my husband ran deep but my propensity for walls of self-protection and weapons to guard my battered heart paralyzed me beyond reason. But like a fearless warrior he broke down each wall; dismantling each stubborn brick and exposing the lie that it was. He called out the darkness in me and spoke out light. He rebuked the weakness in me and spoke out strength. And I will never forget the fragile moment when my husband leaned in to surround me with his arms like a blazing fortification of protection. Through muffled tears and a desperate heart his words pierced a truth so potent to my painful past:

"I am not your ex."

By the grace of God, my marriage continues to stoke a deep desire within me and Emeka to love a little more like Jesus each day. To forgive quickly and claim salvation honestly. We remain resolved, for better or for worse, to stand in the promises of the newness in Christ. Pressing forward little by little, until our baby steps become glorious strides towards a future of marvelous light.

I reached out to 8 dear friends who continue to serve as living, breathing reminders of the promise Love brings to all who will just humbly receive it. Each face you witness in this video bears a precious story of redemption; beauty from ashes. While we are all marked on various walks and seasons of life, one thing reigns true in common thread. We seek the renewal of worth in women through the unconditional love, hope, and joy in Christ.

Christ Alone.

NOTHING, I repeat, NOTHING can separate you from His love. His affections for you are a hurricane; you are a tree. No broken relationship, no prince charming, no drug addiction, no perfect career or any other fleeting worldly pleasure can offer the type of all consuming, all encompassing SOUL NURTURE that Jesus longs to pour over you. You are His Beloved. Worthy of the most relentless pursuit.

He is not your ex.

Will you receive Him?


We love because He first loved us. (1 John 4:19)




I wonder how many times i'll attempt to type this story before I press delete and start over. 

I wonder if in some twist of reality, it will help me to re-write what has been lost.

I wonder how words can ever do justice for 1 in 3 women who hide behind exhausted smiles.

It has been 10 years since my first encounter with sexual assault. And still I wonder. By the grace of God I have found the strength to exchange pain for redemption. And still I wonder. 

It has been a long and rugged road towards healing and it is only now that I realize that the journey never ends. Rather, God continues to unfold new mercies each day to help me face the questions embedded within the deepest parts of my pain. 

Oh my sisters, if I could shout it from the rooftops would you believe me when I say that YOU ARE NOT ALONE? That every strained breath I take with every fragmented memory is for you and the countless souls desperate for freedom? No one can dictate if and when you should share your story. But perhaps, if another just like you bears her scars, you'll begin to believe. 

You are not alone.

Me too.

“If all the women who have been sexually harassed or assaulted wrote ‘Me too’ as a status, we might give people a sense of the magnitude of the problem.”

**CAUTION: The following content contains sensitive depictions of sexual assault and harassment.**

At 18 years old I was labeled as a goody two shoes; an inexperienced prude. In a high school society where drinking was the ticket and sex the prize, I was an outcast; reminded every day of my inadequacy to fit in. I barely understood the awkward transformation of my own body. How in the world could I bare to grasp the maze that is the mind of boys? It was towards the end of my senior year of high school when he began to notice me. He was my window into acceptance and I couldn't resist climbing in to take a peek. Just a glance of what it would feel like to be loved by the most loved boy in my grade. When he led me into his room I followed blindly, a fool to what was about to happen. 

When he pushed me onto his bed I glanced in the corner of the room and saw his brother fast asleep. I pointed him to the direction of the sleeping form under the covers sure it would spur him to quit his advances. To my confusion, it seemed to entice him further, as if the thrill was sexy. He spun me around so fast the vertigo overtook my senses and I didn't have time to process the underwear he had ripped off me. 

I wonder if he's done this before, I thought to myself. I squeezed my eyes shut to try and pray but the words were lodged like sticky glue in the back of my throat. The word “No” felt like a foreign language I wasn’t equipped to translate. A flash of my father giving me a hug goodbye and saying I love you that very morning crossed my mind like a shooting star disappearing in a vast, dark universe. I was always my daddy's princess. I remember thinking what a dark contrast I was in; being thrashed around as my body lay limp. If my soul could make a sound the shriek could surely wake the whole neighborhood. I prayed for my soul to cry out the words I could not.

As I gasped for air with every forced thrust, his heart beat against my body like a lash more severe than the first. His sweat was toxic poison to my virgin skin, melting away every ounce of dignity within me. After his pleasure was appeased, he rolled over to leave me. A woman turned to ashes. I remained paralyzed in my own skin, sick of my own body as if it had betrayed me. The sun rose and I quietly left with my prize; I had done it. And yet, why did I feel so utterly bankrupt? 

Weeks passed and he made it clear that I was his property. If he could have branded me with a scarlet "S", he would have. And yet, it was an unspoken mandate that he would never be mine, even though he eventually called himself my boyfriend. He was an expert at withholding affection unless I paid him his currency in intimate favors, calling me a "good girlfriend" when he was satisfied; like a master training a dog. 

I thought, surely it can't be sexual harassment or assault or rape if he is your boyfriend.

Eventually he tired of me and moved on to the next victim. Thus began a downward spiral of damaging choices leading to new predators. With each humiliating act against my soul and towards my body, the terms sexual harassment and assault began to dissipate until no longer tangible in my brainwashed mind. I would make excuse after excuse.

Maybe if my skirt wasn't so short he wouldn't have come after me.

If I hadn't been drinking, I wouldn't be in this position. 

I should have been more forceful in turning him down.

Relax, it's just words; they're strangers anyway. 

With every wave of conscience I willingly entered into reckless situations completely neglectful of my personal safety. What I failed to realize was that every time I chose to stay silent in my own prison of pain, I subconsciously gave over power to evil. I eventually found myself in a daze on my bathroom floor captured by the possibility of ending it all. I thought to myself, If men won't stop taking from me, I no longer want to be an option. I was in a hole of suffering so deep I could barely see the light when I tried to look up.

It was there, in the darkest recesses of my pain, that I felt a Presence climb down, down, down, to find me. If Love had a form it was Him. And for the first time in years, I knew what it meant to be held; how it felt to have the sacred torn from my life and still survive. It was in that quiet place of assurance where I finally gave myself permission to call it out for what it is. 




And while they had names, they did not define mine. My name is Nika Diwa. I am a daughter of The Most High King. I am ROYAL; CHOSEN; HOLY; SPECIAL. Called out of darkness and into MARVELOUS LIGHT. Oh the freedom to learn that He could turn me into a beauty from ashes. I began to sing a new song as Jesus began to do a new thing, springing up from deep inside me into the sweetest liberation I had ever known. As the tears mixed with regret and revelation began to flow, God caught each one, naming and recognizing every hurt I had endured. Jewels in crystallized tears. It was in this eternal space of safety and all knowing comfort that I took my first breath of healing. And I haven't stopped breathing since. 

Oh my dear friends, I do not claim to have the ultimate solution. While I would give anything to reach out and in an instant cure your heartache, I cannot offer a quick fix. But what I can declare is there is GOOD NEWS:


God knows your Name. He sees your every thought. He sees each tear that falls, and He hears you when you call.

No, your pain will never be any less significant in your journey and NO, those who robbed you will never be justified. In fact, I believe God has a special fury for those who harm his daughters. And yet, could it be that the insurmountable, all-encompassing glory of Jesus is enough to make you feel hope again? For faith to begin the delicate yet empowering journey towards redemption? Oh Beloved, as far as the Heavens roll on and on forever, YES, YES, YES... it is enough!!! Starting NOW, in the mighty Name of JESUS, may your healing begin.

I stand with you, my sister, in saying "Me Too"; whether your heart is whispering or shouting. I confidently speak for countless women around the world and all the angels in Heaven when I say that there is power on the other side of your pain. This is true wherever you are in your road towards the light; and whether or not you choose to tell your story is YOUR PRECIOUS CHOICE. And I promise you, while there will be many times of wondering in this lifelong narrative we face, one thing you can remain assured of is YOU ARE NOT ALONE.


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Hey friends and fam... I'M BAAAAAACK!!!

I know I've been super MIA for a while now. I am about to leap off the edge of my seat in sheer excitement to finally announce a big project my husband and I have been working on. My blog Diwa Dollhouse was born out of a desire to empower women, primarily through fashion. It has been a great honor to engage with you in shared encouragement and inspiration. As a newlywed, it has been on my heart for some time now to leverage this platform as a channel to speak on my personal experiences - in trials and triumphs - in relation to dating and marriage. Emeka and I are so pleased to finally introduce our YouTube Channel: Mekk & Niks! Every week we will be rolling out a new video based on our personal journey in love and life, the first one being about how we met online! We hope you enjoy!

Ahh, the complex jungle that is online dating. But let's be honest, between a busy work schedule, personal errands, and catching up with friends throughout the week, who has time to intentionally meet people to potentially date?! It seems that while it is easier to meet people in quantity, it is increasingly rare to make connections of quality (CAN I GET AN AMEN?!). Years ago, online dating used to be super taboo; only for creepy weirdos who lived with their cats or for the bored and bold who didn't mind suffering through an awkward cup of coffee for a good story to share with their friends. Alas, in 2017 online dating is much more accepted and is a widely used method to find a romantic partner. This is an account of two strangers living in New York City who found Cupid, err, OKCupid that is. 



Mekk & Niks



You step into the doorway clutching the veggie assortment you brought for the potluck meal. It's a brand new city and you figured the best way to make new friends was to dive into community. As you round the corner and see a group of new faces, you gulp down nerves and take each forward step in the hopes of making at least one friend before you leave. After a round of "hello's", you reach the last girl in the corner of the room. As you extend a smile, your greeting is abruptly shut down with a grim expression as her eyes scale your outfit from top to bottom. You feel stripped naked; like the object of a 90's pop band poster that one may roll their eyes at in personal distaste. You try your best to shrug off the ice cold interaction and pick at your dinner, but can't help but notice the girl actively avoiding any engagement with you. Fear of isolation shrinks down the initial hope that inspired you to attend the event in the first place. The girl figures you aren't aware of the frequent side eye thrown your way in between bites of salad. But you can see. And it's not a pretty sight to be judged without being known.

Ladies, can we talk seriously for a minute? Because the above narrative, while a true story, isn't an anomaly. The comparison game started sometime in middle school and seems to have never ended. The result? Girls who look like women. While outwardly we swear we have matured, the childish propensity to put down others as a means of elevating ourselves suggests otherwise. We SnapChat stories and post Facebook pictures of #GirlsNight and #Sisterhood only to promote gossip and slander behind the backs of the very women we claim to love. Walking hypocrites in high heels.

This damaging behavior is so the norm that it is often reflected in mainstream reality shows like The Bachelor and The Real Housewives of [every city]. When did it become socially acceptable to pile twenty five women in a room to desperately vie for their chance to make out with one spoiled man? When did the scale of one's lavish lifestyle become an accurate measure of joy and fulfillment? We excuse the shocking performances and chalk it up to social entertainment. But I find that the most poisonous lies are often the most subtle ones that slowly creep in, ultimately destroying your own self awareness.

It is a dangerous lie to believe that by putting down other women, you are somehow elevating yourself. If anything, this juvenile behavior proves the perpetrator's little to no regard for her own value as a daughter of The King. The truth is that each one of us is "fearfully and wonderfully made." (Psalm 139:14) God says that "you are altogether beautiful; there is no flaw in you." (Song of Songs 4:7) This is true for EVERY WOMAN; regardless of cultural background, social status, or physical appearance.

You see, when you belittle another woman, you belittle the innate treasure you are. To judge or cast out another creation of God is to say that you yourself as an invaluable part of creation is undeserving of basic respect and honor.

Girls vs. Women; there is a BIG difference:

Girls judge; Women encourage.
Girls exclude; Women embrace.
Girls compare; Women empower.

Which one are you?


Xoxo, Diwa Doll


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We had been circling the gray clouds for half an hour waiting for clearance from the airport to land. I was instantly reminded of the year Hurricane Sandy hit New York City several years ago. My roommate Shelby and I were stoked for the additional day off and stocked up on Netflix movies instead of food. We thought that surely this was yet another formality. 

The sky was dark the night the storm hit our corner of the Upper East Side. I completely missed the steady crescendo of turbulence building outside our windows, distracted with whatever chick flick was playing on the television. 

Then Sandy hit. 

Shelby screamed for me from downstairs. I ran over to the top of the stairs half expecting an unwelcome guest, perhaps a mouse seeking shelter from the rain. My eyes widened and I had to catch my breath as I witnessed a relentless current of gushing water invading our home through a shattered window. Through tears, I begged my frantic friend to let go of her possessions and run upstairs lest any wires electrocute her. 

In less than 20 minutes, the power had shut off and an aggressive flood had crept to the top of our stairs, completely submerging the first floor of Shelby's room. Suddenly neighbors emerged from the black hallway to assist. Some offered strength to quickly move our valuables to safety while others offered light with whatever candles they could find. 

As the horrors of the night subsided and the morning flickered back into our home I sat at the top of the stairs. I remember watching the happy rays dance across the walls and growing resentful that the same sky could bring both utter darkness and sublime light. It seemed like a cruel trick; an abusive relationship. 

As I watched the water slowly drain back down, I shook my head in frustration for not foreseeing this monster of a storm. I played back the past events of the last 24 hours, pinpointing all of the opportunities I could have done something, anything to prevent the loss I now faced. I felt reckless for ignoring all the persistent weather advisories; maybe I could have nailed the window shut somehow had I been more prepared. I was a fool drowned in debris and regret. 

And though the years since have past, the cycle of storms continues. 

The foreshadowing.

The hit. 

The regret. 

I can't help but recall and reflect on this reality as I am faced with yet another reckless storm. And before I fall back into my usual cycle of attempting to pin point how I could have prevented this unfortunate outcome, I am comforted when I remember God's consoling answer in response to my despair as I sat on the top of the stairs post Sandy. 

I am not qualified to be in control. Rather, I am called to stillness and trust in the hands of The One who holds the whole Universe in the palm of hands. A flashback from my childhood comes to mind. I gripped my dad's hand while a storm rocked our plane spontaneously to and fro. My dad met my terrified gaze and held out his hand with an imaginary plane floating above, assuring me that amidst the turbulence, God would personally carefully carry the plane through.

My eyes widened as I realized that the real pilot on the plane was The One who created and set all things into motion according to His perfect plan. I held onto this precious knowledge and as the peace that surpassed all understanding washed over my anxiety, I loosened the grip on my dad's arm and let the plane rock me to sleep. 

And so it goes with the unpredictable and often vicious life we are called to. Even the best weatherman simply cannot predict all of the little and big tragedies that plague our day to day. And yet; we continue to press forward, trusting the Pilot to carry us through from glory to glory come what may. 


Xoxo, Diwa Doll


Featuring Metisu



Do you ever feel like you have a million things on your to do list and yet, you just can't find the passion or strength to cross off a single one? I'm going to level with you here because I'm too exhausted to lie. I've been sitting in front of this blank computer screen simultaneously fighting the urge to doze off and willing any inspiration to hit. I wish I could honestly tell you mine is a charmed life of thrilling stories and colorful words to share. And while I have been blessed to experience wild goodness in my 27 years, the truth is that most days are filled with mundane tasks. That the climax of 24 hours can be challenging to identify. 

I am a dreamer and this makes the humdrum reality very challenging for me. My way would mean being swept up every day in a new chapter of a wonderland adventures. Perhaps this is why I get the dreaded "vacation blues"; I feel so dreary once the delightful high of frolicking on the sandy beach wears off and I'm left fidgeting in front of a computer screen on a blog post deadline.  

And yet this is the story we are called to. So I ask God how in the world to move through what feels like stagnant stillness. Is there even a point to the dragging monotony? And before I even complete the whisper in my heart I remember Paul when he said:

 "Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus." (Philippians 3:14)


The Webster's Dictionary defines "press" as "to move or cause to move into a position of contact with something by exerting continuous force." The prize is not found in even the best earthly adventure or vacation but rather heavenward in Christ Jesus. And through His power given to us, we are equipped to influence movement and cause change, both in ourselves and the people around us.

By exerting the continuous force of love and light within us in the ordinary, we are able to impact the extraordinary. 

No one ever built anything great without routine faithfulness. And we are the GREATEST creation at the hands of God. So why in the world would we think to be exempt from this daily strain? Ohh, that God would grant us eyes to see the miracles woven into the greater tapestry of our lives. I pray that in even the most common tasks we would lift up our hearts in gratitude; aware of the everlasting prize ahead of us. 

"Her greatest confidence is not what she has done, but what God has done in her."  -Unknown Author 



Xoxo, Diwa Doll


Featuring Sachin & Babi


Photography by Luke Polihrom  



Work and Rest.

Rest and Work.

Rinse, and Repeat. 


I said, “Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest. (Psalm 55:6)

It's been seven months since I said goodbye to corporate fashion to venture into the world of entrepreneurship. One of the reasons I left my 9-5 career was the conviction to no longer be enslaved to a traditional form of churning away day after day only to leave me worn down and stripped of joy. And yet, months after reporting to no one other than myself, to my horror I found my own standards to be the most crippling of all. I realized that it is actually far easier to run a ship when you are not the Captain. The stakes are much higher when the consequence of a drowning ship is your going down with it.

And so work no longer was about stewarding God's gifts in a way that exalted His Great Excellence in my industry. Rather, it slowly morphed into a never-ending quandary of chaos with one goal: survival. I was determined as ever to justify my existence as a business owner, fashion blogger, and career enthusiast. 

Analyze social media insights. Solidify new brand relationships. Maintain longevity for current partnerships. Mentor and guide assistants. Procure summer speaking engagements. And oh my goodness, is it already time to write another blog post? Bullet point after bullet point, wave after wave; my ship never found a steady position for me to step back and breathe.

Days of this turned into months and thus began a love-hate relationship with my blog. It seemed that the more successful I was becoming, the inevitable increasing workload sucked all the passion that used to freely run through my veins. My mind was perplexed and my heart was torn as I found myself plopped down on the floor surrounded by more brand collaborations that I could have ever dreamed for. 

I had far exceeded my 7 month milestone and yet, my heart was a jumbled mess of emotions running on countless cups of coffee and never enough sleep. And it dawned on me. Have I become too tired to celebrate God's goodness in my career? As the tears of epiphany hit the floor, my hands reached the ceiling and I imagined breaking the roof to reach the sky. Between exhausted gasps I whispered a desperate prayer to my Father; not for more growth or success but for something seemingly simple yet most overrated: REST.

I then remembered how the angel of The Lord ministered to Elijah in his moment of desperation not with a to-do list of demands but rather a good meal and sleep. And so at 4 o'clock in the morning I prioritized the most pressing task that had been long overdue. I snuggled into my bed as The Lord's protection lulled me into the deepest most gratifying sleep. 

Hours later I woke up rejuvenated and electrified with a brand new mindset. As I rolled over the sun bathed my face as I watched its rays dance around my room. In light of my newfound refreshment, the dozens of boxes surrounding me were no longer a burden but rather a blessing. The checklist left on my desk still had the same amount of squares to be checked off yet they were no longer strenuous tasks but rather God gifted opportunities. My workload hadn't changed and yet it seemed that rest had cleared my tired vision towards a shifted perspective. 

Do you ever find yourself endlessly scrambling in a world with all work and no rest? I urge you to stop and drop absolutely everything to hear me when I say that you have been crafted with a powerful mind intended for a healthy balance of work AND rest. Would you join me in asking God this very moment to teach you to trust Him with your workload? That together, you would lay down the burden of worry in exchange for everlasting peace?

This is my prayer not just for me but also for you. That in the shadows of rest you would view life in the longterm decades of glory you were destined for. In this revelation I pray that you would find the freedom to take each day, minute, and second one step at a time; offering both the chaos and quiet to The Lord. He alone is not only willing and able, but deeply longs to satisfy your soul. You are a wondrous being created in the image of an Almighty God who knew the precious need for rest to the point of leading by example when He Himself rested on the seventh day of Creation. God desires that we would follow and know the pleasures of the dynamic fullness of life within His perfect plan and blueprint.

A rudder of a ship is defined as a flat piece, usually of wood, metal, or plastic, hinged vertically near the stern of a boat or ship for steering. While often overlooked, this seemingly small but crucial directional device guides an entire vessel. By God's grace I have found ultimate rest in the rudder of His small, still voice ever leading me through even the fiercest waves of work.

He is my rest. 


Xoxo, Diwa Doll


Featuring Sachin & Babi


Photography: Brian Green Photography



We all know the value of the hustle; of "making moves and taking names." The go-getter mentality has been engrained behind every #girlboss and celebrated in our successful role models. But I want to admit something to you. For me, the difficulty is not so much actively fighting for what I want in life. On the contrary, my challenge is drawing the confidence to be still in patience and trust during the unsettling seasons of life. 

After high school, I exchanged my safety blanket of home in Texas for the vast uncertainty that is New York City. A week into moving into my shoebox of an apartment on 61st and 1st, I was overwhelmed by the loneliness I felt in a buzzing city of 8 million people. I put on my best outfit to treat myself to an ice cream sundae at Dylans Candy Bar, hoping to channel my most fabulous "Carrie Bradshaw self". Instead I found myself overcome with fear and regret as I ran back home slipping in my high heels, tears mixing with the pouring rain. After trekking up the five flights of my pre-war walk up, I slammed the door and fell to my knees, ready to give up my dream in the concrete jungle. 

 "Let all that I am wait quietly before God, for my hope is in him. He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress where I will not be shaken." (Psalm 62:5-6)

Five years ago my dad was diagnosed with a tumor that had even the most skilled of doctors mystified. His was a one in a million case; so rare in fact that the medical field had yet to diagnose it with a name. Russell Diwa: Affectionate Husband, Loving Father, Loyal Friend. My father wore many names and the fact that this monster who threatened to take him from me was too cowardly to name itself enraged me. I flew home straight away from New York to be with my family; all the while wresting with God, pleading for him to work a miracle. I remember noticing something different about my dad's eyes during lunch one day. The usual steadfast certainty in his gaze had been replaced with a broken down weariness that can only come from the most relentless of storms. I kept gulping down the lump in my throat just long enough to finish my sandwich, run upstairs, and hide inside the tiny closet from my childhood. It was in the dark safety of that familiar private space that the tears broke. Violent streams of anger, pain, and despair flooded the floor. And I gave up trying to stop the tsunami. 

 "The Lord is my portion," says my soul, "therefore I will hope in him." The Lord is good to those who wait for him, to the soul who seeks him. It is good that one should wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord. (Lamentations 3:24-26). 

I was about 17 years old when I stopped loving myself. I let a lie unravel in my soul that said exchanging my value for a few fleeting moments of flimsy, faux validation would be worth it. And so I gave bits and pieces of myself away to countless meaningless relationships until the loved and cherished girl my parents raised was no longer recognizable. "Just one more time", I would lie to myself, knowing all the while the ugly truth deep down. Not too many years ago a wolf in sheep's clothing came into my life, enticing me with promises of unconditional love. He was the Prince Charming to my fantasy fairy tale. Little did I know that the grotesque reality of his true intentions would not only break my heart but threaten to take my very life. Violated and worn down like a flower in the rain, I fell before God pleading for even an inch of his mercy and grace. To move on behalf of me. 

 "But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint." (Isaiah 40:31)

The common thread in all these seasons of my life is that I was called to the Wilderness of Stillness. Many Christians love the unwavering confidence in the Bible verse, "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him..." (Romans 8:28). However; few of us dare to read further, finding that this promise is true with one vital caveat. God works all things for good IN THE END. We are so hell bent on our own selfish needs that we forget that the apex of joy is that His Name be glorified! That His strength be made perfect in our weakness! The main character in this life narrative is HIM, not us. We may never know the result of the painful seeds planted in our life. And YET; for those who love the Lord our future is eternally secure. Come what may. 

 "Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." (Romans‬ ‭8:35, 37-39‬)

THIS, friends, is the secret to stillness. Knowing that we are forever safe in the arms of The One who holds the whole universe in His hands. In each of those seasons I have shared I was sure God had forsaken me when in fact, it was in the perceived quiet that He led me out of the fiercest of battles.

That move to New York jump started my dream career in fashion, where I graduated suma cum laude and went on to work for legendary companies like Barneys New York. The doctors who feared my father would never walk have been astounded at not only a benign tumor, but that my superhero is now biking 10+ miles a day with a ferocity fueled by Grace. My final breakup with Abuse catapulted me into the greatest love story I have ever known with the Lover of my Soul; and two years later I met my husband who's heart reminds me of Jesus.  

Mine is one in an ocean of stories and as you read this, perhaps your heart resonates as you recall your own precious journey. So if you are finding yourself in your own season  of suffering, knowing that the God of angel armies is at the front lines of your story, I ask what may be the most crucial question in this delicate time.

Do you have the boldness to be still?  


The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still. (Exodus 14:14) 


Xoxo, Diwa Doll


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Anyone who knows me knows that I am a creature of habit. As a young girl I had developed an affinity for "same-ness." In the "Nika Dictionary" this can be defined as "creating a space of regularity with the purpose of feeling safe and sure." My pattern of "same-ness" manifested in the meals I ordered at restaurants, daily routines and even friends I chose. My deep desire for stability was especially prevalent in my fear of leaving familiar environments like my hometown in Garland, Texas. 

I felt stuck in high school. Stuck in the impossible standards of conforming to perfection, stuck in an awkward body trying to understand itself in the context of puberty, and most of all, stuck in a small town that no longer resonated with me. Deep down I had a big dream to explore the world of fashion in the context of one of the most adored cities in the world: New York. However; every choice I had made in my life thus far directly contradicted this daydream. Instead of focusing on achieving the grades to land a decent college scholarship, I spent most of my time invested in the latest gossip and hottest parties. Regardless of the constant disrespect and blatant immaturity of my toxic high school relationship, I was completely convinced that I could never move away lest we break up and I be doomed to a future as an old single cat lady drowned in sorrow and loneliness. Although my standards for life had exponentially lowered throughout my turbulent years of adolescence, I was certain that although bland and mundane, a certain fate was better than the unknown. 

And still, the longing deep inside me for more refused to quiet. Even in my most rebellious moments of self damage I could feel the vibrations of hope coursing through my soul as if to say, "there's more...there's more...". After a particularly chaotic fight with my boyfriend, I decided to apply online to LIM College, my dream fashion school in Manhattan. I remember half hardheartedly clicking the "submit" button, sure that nothing would actually come of it. I never even disclosed my desire for New York to my boyfriend as I was sure he would write me off as a crazy and nonsensical dream chaser who would surely crumble under the big city pressures.  

Imagine my utter shock when one seemingly normal day, I got a letter addressed from LIM College in the mail. I still can feel the way my heart stopped as if in those few moments the world ceased to spin on orbit. My family gathered around me as my shaking fingers ripped open the envelope and in those final seconds I thought to myself "Could there really be more?" My mother and sister's screams of joy in the background gave away the verdict faster than my eyes could scan that first sentence on the letter stating that I had been "ACCEPTED." My eyes remained fixated on the piece of paper in my hand as I felt the rush of possibilities sweep through me like a coursing river. I fell to my knees in tears, stunned that regardless of my string of destructive choices, I still had a second chance. A chance to step over the ledge and finally allow faith to catapult me into greatness. A chance to choose more; to be more. 

To no great surprise of mine, my less-than-thrilled boyfriend broke up with me shortly after I broke the news of my inevitable move to New York. For weeks after, I mourned what I was sure was the biggest heartache the world had ever known (thanks to Taylor Swift's enabling reinforcement!). In the time leading up to the big move, fear began to creep into my bones, paralyzing me from being able to rejoice in my approaching transition. All of the "what if's" plagued my mind as I began to grasp the reality of relocating from the safety of my small town to the unknown territory of a big city. What if I became too homesick? What if I never made any new friends? What if I realized I actually hated fashion? What if I wasn't enough? 

Instead of liberating me from my life of monotony, the vast expanse of possibilities began to cripple me in panic. The creature of habit that had grown to inhabit me was writhing and squirming; completely out of its element. I had spent my whole life so intimately intertwined with consistency that it had become an idol. Relocating to a brand new environment and way of life had caused years of disordered thinking and behavior to bubble up to the surface and for the first time, I had no choice but to deal with it head on. I found myself at a crossroads. The first road meant submitting to my dark and imaginary anxieties, thereby missing out on realizing my most extraordinary self. The second meant boldly standing before my creature of habit, calling out the monster it had become and slaying it once and for all, thereby reclaiming the bright future I was intended to have. 

I chose to fight; to wage war against all the lies that told me NO and for the Voice of Truth that always told me YES despite my kicking and screaming insecurities. I had gone almost two decades shrinking back like an undeserving pauper when in reality I was created in the image of God to move forth as a QUEEN. I fought not only for the adult version of myself that had been abused and mistreated by the lashes of darkness, but also for the young girl in me that once hoped and fully believed that anything was possible. I took back the unknown and made it beautiful again; replacing uncertainty with confidence in The One who holds ALL things in the palm of his hand. The Word of God became my no-fail weapon against the enemy in myself. When doubt would sweep in I countered with His promises.

"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11

"Your beginnings will seem humble, so prosperous will your future be." Job 8:7

"Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland." Isaiah 43:18-19

Truth slowly but surely began to uproot even the deepest lies in my heart, soul, and mind. With the power of Jesus sustaining me day by day, I became vindicated from my longtime shackles of fear. For the first time in my life freedom marked my present and shone brilliantly into my future. And while a part of my heart still ached for the home that I loved and the goodbye's were bittersweet, I was able to stand with steady conviction as the woman God was refining me to be. When I boarded the plane to LaGuardia Airport, there was no way for me to know that I would go on to graduate summa cum laude, land a buying role at the infamous Barneys New York, make lifelong friends, and meet my now-husband. In that moment of take off, my confidence in Him was enough to carry me as high as the plane lifted off up and towards the sky.

Alas, the creature of habit was dead.

The creature of redemptive possibilities reigned supreme. 


Xoxo, Diwa Doll


Featuring Santa Marguerite


Photography by Lyda Ham Photography



My intrigue with Lyda began on Instagram. I was so caught up in the liveliness of her photos as I scrolled through her feed; it was as if each one had a story that was just dying to pop out of my screen and come to life. I immediately messaged her asking if she would like to collaborate on a project. Delighted to get a response only a few moments later, Lyda and I set up a time for a photo shoot. We later met at a local gelato shop in Austin, Texas. I was new and visiting the area and will never forget the way this sunbeam of a girl lit up the room with her smile as she welcomed me to share her ice cream. In just a few minutes, we were drawn into one another's stories and giggled with elation over our newfound friendship. Our photo session took less than 10 minutes because we worked so seamlessly together (And for my other blogger gals out there, you know this is impressive record time!)

Since we had so much time left over Lyda offered to take me to a delicious brunch spot in the heart of downtown Austin. In the most organic fashion, we bonded over authentic conversation, opening up on our personal joys and struggles as women navigating the crazy chaos of life. Fast forward several appetizers and main courses later and I was in full rejoice-mode; thanking God for my new sister! Our meeting could not have been more perfectly timed and orchestrated; Lyda and I had both individually been searching and praying for a community of women to do life with! We meshed so effortlessly in only a few hours; it felt as though we had known one another our whole lives! Before saying goodbye we made sure to set up a follow up date to meet again later on in the week.

I believe that one of the reasons my short stay in Austin has been so rich is because of Lyda's friendship. In the limited time I have been here, we have ventured to all the trendiest food trucks, danced around the city until our feet hurt, and even went on a family mini-trip to Houston! I'll never forget when Lyda mentioned that she prefers to stay behind the scenes rather than in the spotlight. That her passion has and always will be helping tell stories through her camera lense because each person's testimony is so precious and should be shared with the world. To this day when she explains her heart for photography her whole being lights up with an electricity that can only come with a God-given calling.

This week marks the end of my time in Austin and I'm sorry Lyda, but I really must put the spotlight on you for a moment! I remember you packing your camera for our Houston trip and marking all the colorful walls to potentially shoot because you know how I have a bit (okay, fine...a lot!) of an obsession for street art. I asked you to let go of work for the weekend; to put down the camera and step out from behind the lense to really take in and enjoy your surroundings! You were so surprised at this request because as I have learned in the time we have spent together, that's just the kind of selfless heart you have. Always seeking to serve and put others before you. 

Friends, I think too often we enter into relationships with a hidden agenda. In this success-driven day and age we are taught to always ask the question: What can you do for ME? What is in it for ME? This self-absorbed mindset is not only expected; it is celebrated. The problem is that we begin to lose authenticity with those around us. Even our day to day one-on-one relationships begin to morph from personal to business seeking. We think, "I wonder what skill set this person has that can compliment and benefit me?"

When is the last time you allowed a new friendship to blossom naturally without any hidden agenda or pretense? When was the last time that it didn't matter how wide that person's network was in relation to your private goals? What would happen if we just cut the bull crap and were intentional with one another; genuinely hearing and honoring our respective journeys? I believe that friendships are so precious because when two people are committed to edifying one another in honesty and love, both parties slowly but surely become refined like gold through fire.

I challenge you this week to step out of your comfort zone and find "a Lyda" (I can already feel her squirming in her seat reading this- sorry boo, you just have to receive this. It's on you for being such a spectacular example!). In other words, consciously remain open to the possibility of new friendships in any and every season of your life. And when a gem of a person (side note, we are ALL priceless!) comes into your life, learn to appreciate him/her for nothing more and nothing less than exactly who they are. Be available. Don't just listen but actually hear. Respect the path he/she is on. Get comfortable giving. Be humble in learning to receive. 

As we get older, friendships tend to ebb and flow with increasing distance and time apart. I believe that while some friendships are meant for a short season and others are ordained for life, each is a gift freely given and not to be taken for granted. While I must say goodbye to my friend for the time being, I am confident that God will continue to nurture and deepen our sisterhood, adding more powerhouse women to our growing "girl tribe"! I believe the same is true for friendships in your life! You may be reading this with a big smile on your face and warm fuzzy feelings as your current besties come to mind. Or perhaps the thought of friendship stings on the surface while underneath you long for true companionship. 

Regardless of where you are on the spectrum, I want you to know that God cares deeply about the friendships in your life! He isn't finished yet! I am inviting you to join me in believing in God-ordained possibilities, specifically in friendships. We serve a BIG God who is so invested in life-giving, wholesome relationships that He is fully able to orchestrate your next life changing encounter in a place as spontaneous and ordinary as a local ice cream shop.

"If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together.. there is something you must always remember. you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. but the most important thing is, even if we're apart.. I'll always be with you." -Winne The Pooh


For Lyda.


Xoxo, Diwa Doll


Featuring Santa Marguerite


Lyda McIver Photography



Not even 9 months ago my career consisted of a string of 9-[insert obscenely late hour] workdays amounting to little to no inspiration, slaving away in front of a tiny computer screen. The promising sweet relief of the weekend would come around; only to find myself Sunday night utterly exhausted after a full Saturday catching up on errands leaving me with a recurring date with Netflix, ice cream, and my coziest pillow. All this only to wake up the following week to do it all over again. Sound familiar?

Please note that I am in no way bashing or belittling the structure of a traditional 9-5 career. It is just that since I was a young girl, I always had two passions when it came to my future career: 1) Building something of my own, and 2) Reaching out to and building community with other girls around me. I believe that within each of us is an inherent calling; a whisper where our deepest longing meets the possibility of reality. 

When we are young this unique blueprint inside us seems so tangible and within reach. This is the reason why it is so delightful to ask little children what they would like to be when they grow up; their expectations are so bold and pure. But somewhere along the timeline between childhood and adulthood, life often steps in and shatters those dreams with unexpected twists and turns. We look back on our childhood hopes and shake our heads in disappointment and resentment. Often we resign to keeping our heads down, making due with the "cards we have been given", not daring to take a leap of faith in fear of facing more rejection. And so we stay stagnant in our comfort zones and meanwhile, our inherent calling slowly but surely fades like a stranger we used to know.

This was me. And maybe it is you too. Mindlessly clocking in and out, losing more and more gusto for the life around me with each passing week. But at least I could pay the bills right? Oh my, for so long I became an expert at making excuses, standing in my own way of fulfilling a bigger destiny that the four corners of my cubicle. Because my company was so grossly understaffed with an impossibly heavy workload, I was never able to enjoy the basic luxury of paid time off until my wedding and subsequent honeymoon in Mexico. I remember in those two weeks feeling so blissfully free. I don't think I quite knew the extent of how enslaved I felt in my job until I took the time to stop, look up, and breathe. I remember standing on the edge of the ocean with my palms lifted up to the skies along with a prayer, crying out to God to deliver me from the droning bondage in my workplace. 

Within a month of returning home from my honeymoon, I began to find a refuge from the monotony in my fashion blog. For as long as I can remember, I have been passionate about the art of dress in the way that I can only imagine a painter becomes awakened as color dances together in harmony on a blank canvas. Previously, I would exclusively post style inspiration and advice on my website. However one day I was feeling particularly defeated after a long commute home from work and decided to write a blog post on my honest and raw struggle in the corporate fashion industry. I still remember each click of my finger over the keys slowly pouring out all the tension and anxiety I had been holding in my muscles.

Over the course of the next few weeks I found my heart spilling over more and more in shared words on my personal joys and struggles, whether it be my celebration as a newlywed or my challenge of comparison on social media. Diwa Dollhouse became a diary of sorts; a safe haven for me to vent out my innermost thoughts. I will never forget the first time I pulled down the facade of perfection and allowed my most authentic self (flaws and all) to shine through on my Instagram. At first I was extremely self-conscious and nervous as to how the public world of social media would handle my new #nofilter approach; but the moment I logged on I was shocked to see the encouragement and camaraderie of my followers! What inspired me the most was their gracious vulnerability and openness in response to my honesty. I found myself overjoyed and for the first time in my career, felt truly aligned with my calling. 

In July of 2016 I put in my resignation and said goodbye to the corporate fashion industry with full intention to start a movement to empower women through fashion on my blog. It's been about 9 months and I wish I could truthfully tell you that from the moment I let go of that familiar ledge to now that the journey has been effortless and easy. No; on the contrary it has been paved with frequent challenges along the way. The secret however is that within each obstacle is an underlying life and/or career lesson that is no more or less valuable than a rare gem. Slowly but surely I have (and continue to) build a business of my own that is committed to women discovering a revelation of their worth. 

Last week I had the honor of standing in my best friend's wedding at the beautiful Turks and Caicos. Because I now get to create my own work schedule, my girlfriends and I decided to stay an extra week to soak up the sun and bask in fellowship with one another. My phone was often left at home while I ran off on a new adventure for the day; whether it was exploring a new beach on the other side of the island or tasting the island's best fresh seafood. Since I quit my job to start my own venture, I have been on four vacations, get an average of eight hours of sleep a night and finally know what it means to "unplug." Exponentially more gratifying is the deep privilege I have every day of logging on and connecting with my incredible Insta-family. With every post, I am deeply humbled by the stories exchanged with one another in the spirit of authenticity. I know that my mission is to empower women through fashion but it is I who find myself daily enriched by the  friends who share their precious time to connect with me and the work that I love. 

Maybe you currently find yourself at the precipice of insanity at a job you are increasingly resenting. Maybe someone in your life shattered a dream you once had, calling you "unrealistic." Maybe you still have a little whisper inside you asking, "Could there be more?" If I were to choose one piece of advice to share with anyone resonating with anything I have just shared, it would be this: The only reason the enemy of your soul tries to stop you is because he has peeked into your future. And ohh baby, is it BRIGHT. 


Xoxo, Diwa Doll


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Photography: Lyda McIver Photography



FULL DISCLOSURE FOR ALL ANTI-ROMANTICS: I am about to quote The Notebook. You have been fully warned. Proceed at your own risk.

Young Noah: "Well, that's what we do! We fight! You tell me when I'm being an arrogant son of a b[rother] and I tell you when you're being a pain in the a[rm] (Sorry guys, curse-free zone in the Dollhouse!), which you are 99% of the time. I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings. They have, like, a two second rebound rate, then you're back doing the next pain-in-the-a[rm] thing...So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. And we're gonna have to work at this every day."

I know what you are probably thinking. Ah, here we go again; another blog post on romantic relationship goals and the struggle to keep the lifelong flame ignited until death-do-you-part. Nah, not quite. This blog post is about a type of relationship you have had much longer than any romance: friendships. No offense to Nicholas Sparks, but with all due respect I think we all get it; fight for the man/woman you love because he/she is worth breaking down all walls and boundaries. Please don't think I am annoyed by this sentiment; in fact, I find it to be quite true! It is not that I have an issue with fighting for the love of your life at all. I just find that when it comes to friendships in general we are so much less eager to dive into the nitty gritty and stick it out when the going gets hard. 

Since I've been married, my eyes have been open to many things I failed to consider before. One of them has been the role of friends in my life. And i'm not talking about the surface, fleeting kind. You know what I mean. The women you engage in light but frequent texting with, are sure to take selfies together at parties because you run in the same circle, perhaps meet for brunch just to catch up on the latest gossip but never really go too deep in soul matters with lest they see too much of the real you (And God forbid you become the object of gossip at the next brunch!).

Since my wedding, a handful of women I was sure were genuine, lifelong friends disappeared one by one as quickly as they came into my life. It's never a good feeling when after the hype of the biggest party of your life ends, reality hits you square in the face as friendships die down along with the wedding cake and music. I remember a few months after my honeymoon crying to my new husband, utterly perplexed and angered as to how in the world friendships could be so brittle, falling apart after a single moment of dissonance. Emeka wiped my tears and responded, "Remember, Jesus Himself only had an inner circle of three friends. You are blessed beyond measure to count the authentic friendships given to you. Let this painful experience teach you the true value of these friendships; that you would never take them for granted and recognize what is worth fighting for."

Even now as I sit here and type out these words my heart is spilling over in the deepest gratitude. There remain a handful of precious women that have marked my life in faithfulness and loyalty drenched in love, specifically when we have had moments of quarrels. As a matter of fact, every single one of the closest sisters in my life all have that common thread: our journey together has at some point been marked with a committed resolve to push through conflict. I have always been delighted to have friends from all walks of life, whether it be in family dynamic or culture. However, the truth of the matter is when two people who are so inherently different come together, it is only a matter of time before they clash. The redeeming quality about my true friendships is that we do not shy away from disagreement as we know the stark reality that it is indeed inevitable. Rather, we have each made a conscious decision to CHOOSE reconciliation regardless. 

I have learned that reconciliation does not mean that you will always agree with the other person. Websters dictionary defines "reconciliation" as the restoration of friendly relations. Note that "relations" is the object of reconciling. The relationship. Not the problem. The focus in mending issues should always be the person of value before you. Even in the very worst of circumstances, this remains true. Jesus said, "Hate the sin, not the sinner." That is the power of agape love (1 Corinthians 13) which is of the highest kind: selfless, unconditional, and no more or less exactly how God loves you and me. 

Another vital part of reconciliation in friendships is that BOTH parties must make a full and conscious effort to find peace and harmony. This most challenging piece of the process is where the real fabric and strength of the relationship lies. Weak and counterfeit friendships don't stand a chance here. It takes a ton of humility to lay down your own preconceived notions and assumptions in order to hear another person's point of view. Often times when confronted with opposing view points, we immediately feel like we are being attacked and in turn draw our own weapons (whether they be blame shifting, anger, silence etc.) at the other person as a defense mechanism. A damaging cycle fueled by pride then ensues, at the very least leaving both parties with wounded feelings and worst of all, potentially shattering the friendship altogether.  

I'm no expert at reconciliation by any means; however, I am deeply committed to choosing restoration over pride, selfishness, [insert your own struggle here]. No, my friends aren't perfect; but before God Almighty I am the farthest from flawless. Yes, my friends and I have and will continue to bicker in disagreement and THANK GOD because that only means they aren't mindless robots who automatically agree with everything I say just to appease me! I have found that healthy conflict refines both parties in the way that iron sharpens iron. 

I leave you with this final plea: For goodness sake, fight for reconciliation in your friendships! Consciously deny that selfish inkling lodged deep within yourself - you know, the little guy/girl who always says you're right - and actively choose the more difficult path. I assure you that if both parties stick it out, you will find that LOVE trumps any and all feuds 100% of the time. And you will be able to look at your friend decades down that rough and tumble road and confidently say... Ah, I'm just going to let Glinda from Wicked finish this closing sentiment because let's face it, no one can do it better...

"I've heard it said,
That people come into our lives,
For a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are lead to those,
Who help us most to grow if we let them
And we help them in return
Well I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today,
Because I knew you
Like a comet pulled from orbit,
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder,
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better,
But because I knew you,
I have been changed for good."

"For Good", Wicked


Xoxo, Diwa Doll


Featuring Nha Khanh


Photography: Haoyan Ge, Instagram @hycvision




A few years back, a dear friend of mine complimented my outfit and called me beautiful. Instinctively I dodged her kind words responding with, "Oh no; this dress was only like $20! But YOU, you look absolutely radiant!" My kind and honest friend then gently brought to my attention my tendency to refuse compliments; sometimes even going so far as to boomerang the praise right back at the person who gave it initially. Fortunately, because my friend provided such a safe space for me, I was able to explore the depth and truth behind why it was so darn difficult for me to receive any kind of admiration from anyone.

Not even a week passed by before another person offered a compliment and I caught my old behavior creeping up on me yet again. The moment the affectionate words hit my heart, I could almost physically feel a wall within me harden and catapult the words off my heart like a bouncy ball off pavement. That night I fell to my knees before God in prayer, desperate for answers. 

I remember how impossibly intimidating the wall in my heart felt. I was a little David trembling before a raging Goliath. But before fear could wash over me, I felt the Holy Spirit's leadership take over. A peace and strength that surpassed all my understanding prompted me to take that scary wall apart, piece by piece. Brick by brick I began to dislodge the monster, shocked by the hundreds of lies each one represented.

1 Timothy 2:9 says that "we have a mind of power, love, and self control." Like a secret weapon crafted for that exact moment, I activated my mind to call out the truth over the lies. This brick said, "Never enough"; Jesus said, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." (1 Corinthians 12:9). Another said "Less than"; Jesus said, "No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us." (Romans‬ ‭8:37‬). Little by little, the voice of truth began to dissipate lie after lie. The impossible weight began to lift off my shoulders for the first time in many years.  Finally, the last brick that was especially large remained. It said, "Shame"; Jesus said, "The Lord is merciful and gracious, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love... For as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is his steadfast love toward those who fear him; as far as the east is from the west, so far does he remove our transgressions from us." (Psalm 103:8-12). With a deep breath, I asked God to help me fully believe this truth. I picked up the full weight of the final lie off my heart and flung it far, far away until the only remaining evidence was a million shattered pieces in the distance.

As I wiped away tears of joy and relief, I closed my eyes and no longer saw a colossal wall. In its place stood a majestic temple assembled with golden bricks declaring empowering truth; reinforcing the woman of supreme value and worth I am through Christ! Even more than that, I suddenly became aware that I wasn't doing the heavy lifting at all; Christ had me covered and my only role was to CHOOSE to let go and allow Him to rebuild my broken identity!

No longer did doubt have the last word! For the first time in a long time, I found myself free to rejoice in a deep confidence rooted in the gospel. My security was no longer tied to affirmation from others or the latest definition of beauty in Vogue Magazine. No, no; my validation drew from a bottomless well of eternal love that would never ever run dry.

I finally realized that the reason it was nearly impossible for me to receive compliments was that I genuinely didn't feel like I deserved them. I felt so unworthy because of the guilt and shame that marked my past that in response I was deflecting all signs of love. In a disordered way, I felt that by cowering into self pity I could somehow compensate for my past sins and regrets.

WOWZA right?! I have a strong feeling that I'm not the only woman (or man) who has become an expert at dodging compliments like bullets over many years of self deprecation. Friends, please hear me. Does the stubborn wall I referred to earlier resound somewhere deep within you? If so, you need to know two things. First, you are not alone. Second, that wall is never coming down without your permission.

You must CHOOSE to roll up your sleeves and dismantle your fears one by one. It sounds incredibly daunting, I know. But what if I told you that the foundation of freedom from this bondage mindset has already been made available to you? Good news; that is EXACTLY what I am telling you now! "But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light."  (1 Peter 2:9)

Oh my, that is the ULTIMATE compliment! You are chosen, royal, holy, special... called into wonderful light! The first step is humbling yourself to confess that your own way has been a complete and utter mess (Can I get an AMEN?!); laying down your sins at the cross of Jesus who out of his unconditional love for you, died as punishment in your place so that you would know eternal life. Once you give over your life to be renewed and sanctified, The Holy Spirit then takes up full residence within you; empowering you day by day, moment by moment! GOOD FREAKING NEWS RIGHT?!

Being able to receive compliments is great, but the gospel truth gives you access to so much more than that! Rooted in the knowledge of your precious identity in Christ, you are able to celebrate your inherent beauty and dignity while simultaneously remaining humble and eager to share this incredible message until the whole world hears!

So the next time someone gives you a compliment, just say "thank you"; letting your gratitude roll back up to The One who moved Heaven and Earth so that you would know that you are worth the most relentless and passionate pursuit.


Xoxo, Diwa Doll


Featuring Sachin & Babi, 


Photography: Haoyan Ge, Instagram @hycvision


Designer Revival: Making Women Feel Beautiful

There is something oh-so exhilarating about scoring a fabulous designer piece at a fraction of the price. Perhaps that is why I love consignment so much! I feel like an explorer roaming around Manhattan, loving the chase and chance for a piece of hidden treasure. Most of my favorite picks are located in the Lower East Side south of St. Mark's Place; however I am so pleased to announce my latest consignment shop find: Designer Revival. 

Tucked away in the heart of the  Upper East Side, this lovely boutique is a designer resale dream! While it has been a part of the neighborhood for almost 25 years, in 2015 owner Tiffany Keriakos took over, updating the space with a trendy and chic feel. I had the pleasure of meeting Tiffany in person the first time I stepped inside the boutique and instantly felt like I was chatting away with my long-lost fashionista friend! I learned of Tiffany's mission to bring a fresh and exciting new look to the brand while maintaining the vision of making women feel beautiful. 

This vision resonates so deeply within me! I am a strong advocate for empowering women through fashion. I believe fashion is an art form to help define and accentuate the innate beauty of a woman. A woman is inherently beautiful not by any merit but rather for the simple and powerful truth that she is fearfully and wonderfully created. While this vital realization has forever changed my life for the better, I cannot say I always had this mindset.

Since I was a little girl, I always loved playing dress up which grew into a deep appreciation for style as I got older. In my adolescent years however, I fell into an extremely turbulent time of rebellion leaving me in a complex web of confusion and despair in relation to my dignity and beauty. While on the inside I was violently falling apart at the seams, it was my mission to appear as put together on the outside by hiding behind the latest trends and top designers as if I were a clown covered by an intricate mask.

It wasn't until I fully understood accepted the truth of my value and worth over the lies of my past mistakes, wounds, and failures that I began to learn what it meant to authentically love myself. In light of this epiphany, I was free to enjoy fashion for what it was meant to be: a means to express my true self and share the light and beauty God has given me! This precious knowledge is like getting a major makeover that starts from the inside and shines brilliantly on the outside! I feel like I've discovered the secret to everlasting beauty and I can't help but shout it to the rooftops!

In addition to their vision of making women feel beautiful, I love Designer Revival because I no longer have to break my bank in order to collect luxury + contemporary designer pieces! From Chanel and Hermés to Derek Lam and The Row, Designer Revival is a one stop shop for the most standout stylistas! I will never forget feeling so delighted as I perused the endless racks of clothing and accessories at very accessible price points. I was even more elated to find that beautiful new pieces come in every single day so with each visit, the client is on a brand new treasure hunt! In case you are overwhelmed by all the gorgeous goodies, not to worry! A team of stylists are on standby to help you curate the look that feels most fabulously you! They also offer fashion consulting services so you have your own personal style squad ready to help you dress to impress for all occasions. Lastly, you can be assured that all merchandise has been individually hand inspected for quality assurance.

Make sure to stop by Designer Revival the next time you find yourself in New York City! You can shop the boutique here online or come say hi to Tiffany in person at 324 East 81st Street! Happy shopping!


Xoxo, Diwa Doll


All items available now at Designer Revival


Photography: Luke Polihrom



“We desire to possess a beauty that is worth pursuing, worth fighting for, a beauty that is core to who we truly are. We want beauty that can be seen; beauty that can be felt; beauty that affects others; a beauty all our own to unveil.”  -Staci Eldredge

Since we were young girls, we grew up with a burning desire in our hearts to be pursued. We watched longingly on the screen as Prince Charming whisked away Cinderella from a life of dark abuse towards full freedom rooted in the love of a lifetime. There is something undeniably alluring in every Nicholas Sparks film about a strong man vying for the affections of a woman no matter what the cost. The reality however is that somewhere in the timeline between childhood and adulthood that desire was damaged within you. The ugly truth is often a side effect of life and each time it hits it feels a lot like a dream being chiseled away slowly but surely. Perhaps you watched the parents who once loved one another break apart in a nasty divorce. Maybe a man whom you once trusted coaxed and forced you into a sexual encounter you never asked for. And there is a solid chance that the dating scene you find yourself in feels a lot like a minefield of endless risk and heartache. 

And so you build up a wall to keep anyone and everyone out in fear that you will be known deeply and abandoned in the end. Maybe you even hide behind the noble banner of "feminism", swearing that you don't care to ever be in a relationship because you are so much better off with "me, myself, and I." The problem with building walls is that they never exclusively affect the people around you. You inevitably end up building a barricade around YOURSELF as well. So you may think you are secure and foolproof to pain when in reality you yourself are in a prison of you own making. 

I know the sharp and lingering pains of the struggle for love all too well because for most of my adolescent years, I found myself a victim to disordered relationships. Out of self protection, I was determined to play each short and long term relationship like a game of chess, carefully and strategically calculating my next move so that no man could ever call "check mate" on my heart. And this facade works fine as long as you scratch nothing but the surface.

It wasn't until I got married that many longstanding issues I never even knew had existed began to bubble up to the surface. I have to be honest; a big part of me expected that finding a lifelong love would fill all the missing holes in my heart. That just like in Jerry Maguire, my husband would "complete me." 

It didn't take long for my rude awakening. It was day three of our honeymoon in Mexico when the union we had professed to forever have and hold til' death do we part just days ago burst into a string of heated arguments. The marital fairy dust to fix all my woes seemed to have lost its spark and I was in a full out revolt in the name of self protection. In the climax of our fight I screamed in outrage at my husband "YOU NEED ME!" What he said next I will never ever forget.

He responded, "No, Nika. I love you. But I don't need you. And you don't need me. You were made complete the moment you were fearfully and wonderfully made. You are a daughter of the King; THAT is your identity and no man can take that truth away from you. Our marriage is a gift of grace, nothing more, nothing less. We are two individual people saved through salvation, giving one another the same kind of love we have already received from Christ; showing the world what it looks like to be known to the bottom and loved to the skies anyway."

That truth began to unlock years worth of lies within me and since then, I am proud to say that by God's grace I am no longer a slave to fear. I realize now that as a woman, it is okay to have the desire to be in a relationship and marry one day. God created us to be communal beings who crave fellowship. We know this because God Himself is part of a Holy Trinity that loves, adores, defers to, and rejoices in the others. That creates a dynamic, pulsating dance of joy and love. However at the deepest foundation of those desires must always remain the heart, soul, and mind knowledge that you are VALUED, TREASURED, SEEN, WORTHY, and ENOUGH. The King and Creator of the whole Universe is crazy in love with you just because He loves you, just because He loves you, just because He loves infinity and beyond! You are loved just by being you. 

This truth holds the life-changing key to freedom in your love life. In the eternal security you have in Christ, you are now free to boldly ask for the desires of your heart concerning your love life without fear. You are no longer shackled to your circumstances because whether or not you are given a lifelong romance, you know without a shadow of a doubt that you are made full and complete in the image and loving arms of Christ. The bonus is that any relationship you enter into rooted in this knowledge becomes an overwhelming deluge to express the love you have already been freely given.

Your vast desire and capacity for intimate relationships tells you of God's vast desire and capacity for intimate relationships. In fact, this may be the most important thing we ever learn about God -that He yearns for relationship with YOU.

"Now this is eternal life: that they may know you, the only true God." -John 17:3


Xoxo, Diwa Doll


Featuring Sachin & Babi


Photography: Luke Polihrom



Prior to becoming a blogger myself, I used to scroll through photos of New York Fashion week through Instagram, each perfect image increasing the envy within me. I had this effortless and glamorous idea reminiscent to the front row experiences depicted in Sex and the City. Fast forward to today as a full-time fashion blogger and I find myself on the other side of the lens. And it is just as charmed and emasculate as the story social media tells. 


The celebrity-like fantasy surrounding the famed #NYFW couldn't be further from the truth. And now more than ever I am unapologetically dedicated to celebrating TRUTH and exposing lies in the fashion industry. Only then can we enjoy and respect the art of dress for what it was designed to be: a means for women (and men of course!) to have an authentic conversation with the world. So forget the fluff and join me as I trump the top 3 misconceptions about #NYFW fashion bloggers.

Misconception #1: Fashion bloggers have an endless supply of expensive clothing due to a bottomless budget for shopping. 

TRUTH BOMB: HECK NO. While there are definitely those blessed to have a bigger allowance to appreciate and purchase beautiful fashion pieces, the reality is most of us are on a budget that feels a lot like a tight leash that just won't loosen. So I am speaking for the majority when I say that the variety of clothing worn are the result of weeks and even months of brand outreach for potential collaborations. And in those many, many days prepping for NYFW, less than half of the endless emails and messages you've sent with a business proposal and press kit attached won't even be answered. And if you're like me, a snow storm will spontaneously hit New York delaying all last minute packages from reaching you in time, spiraling you into a styling frenzy, consequently resulting in the debris of your closet and taking over your whole home. (I thought about revising this massively long run on sentence but decided the chaos was apropos.) And when the night before fashion week the score is Monster Closet = 1 and Nika = 0, it is nearly impossible to confidently add that "#bosschic" hashtag to your next Instagram caption. 

Misconception #2: All photos are effortlessly and spontaneously taken in between shows.  

TRUTH BOMB: I have too many feelings about this one, so I will instead start with a short story. As February approaches I beg God to please, oh PLEASE send me sun and warm-ish temperatures around NFYW so I can dress to my heart's desire sans the fear of contracting pneumonia. Well apparently Mother Nature was on her period because she PMS'd all over NYC with a snow storm the night before the first shows. The following morning, my photographer and I frantically texted back and forth discussing whether or not we were ready to die today on the sinking Titanic that was our frozen city. But because we were so determined (that or straight crazy!) we decided to proceed with shooting. Due to inclement weather, we relocated our shoot to the indoor Oculus in the World Trade Center. We weren't sure if we would even be allowed to shoot inside but as it was our best option at the time, we chose a corner and worked as quickly as possible. In a matter of fifteen minutes the following series of unfortunate events commenced: I got tangled several times in the balloons I used as props. Mid shoot one of the balloons popped resulting in a horrifying shot gun sound as we sprinted away, fearing an arrest before the Tadashi Shoji show. After attempting to shoot in the snow outside, the balloons ganged up on me causing major static hair while simultaneously pulling me away like a helpless puppy being walked against her will. Kind of ironic since the point of the balloons was to evoke a whimsical, childlike wonder. Point being... absolutely, wholeheartedly NO to effortless and NO to spontaneous. 

Misconception #3: Fashion Shows are a seamlessly chic and relaxing time to sit back and get a first look view at the latest collections. 

TRUTH BOMB: Since the "Bryant Park era" the fashion shows are now more or less sporadically scattered throughout the city. Nonetheless the lack of time in between shows is a guarantee you will be late, causing inevitable drawn out anxiety attacks throughout the day. As soon as one show ends you frantically call an Uber in a sea of equally frantic fashionistas (Thank God for Uber Pool in this case at least!). After finally arriving at your new destination, there is a 93% chance your show will start 15-30 minutes late, regardless of the fact that you've spent your lunch money on your Uber. There is also a solid 7% chance that the show was overbooked and if you are at the back of the line towards the door (VIP or not) you simply won't get in due to "over capacity". And if you do get in, your job is to be the access point for your followers through social media. What your followers don't realize is you haven't been eating, drinking, or going to the bathroom and as soon as that Instagram story catching the final look is posted, you're off to desperately catch another overpriced Uber and continue with the madness for the rest of the week. 

PHEW; I feel like I just ran a couple miles recounting all of the above! Chances are half of you nodding with full conviction at these truths shouting, "Amen sister!" The other half are probably unsure what to do about the magical illusion bubble that has just popped right in front of you! I think it is important to note that I do not share these truths to gripe for the sake of griping or feel sorry for myself in the hopes that you'll join me.

Let it be known first and foremost that amidst the unpredictable whirlwind that is New York Fashion Week, it is still undoubtedly one of my favorite times of the year to celebrate the fashion industry in its fullness. And just like any other, this field comes with it's fair share of ups and downs.

I believe part of my responsibility as a fashion influencer is to break down the barrier between unattainable goals vs. reality. As I get to know and love myself more and more, I become more willing and able to put down the flawless facade and bare myself #nofilter before you. Part of fully appreciating something, in this case New York Fashion Week and the world of blogging, is taking the good with the bad. Understanding that no one is perfect but that each of us are far more valuable than the number in our bank account, designer labels in our closet, or Instagram following. 

There is undeniable power in promoting truth over lies as you stand in your story. Remember that your story is a one of a kind treasure. Your sharing with the world is like giving away free gems in the form of lessons learned and encouragement to empower generations to come. Your reality matters, regardless of your goals. So will you join me in collectively laying down our masks in exchange for vulnerability? This kind of rawness requires both boldness and security, all of which is sourced from a God who knows you to the bottom and loves you to the skies. This is the biggest truth of all my friends! My prayer is that by being emboldened to stand in your truth, you grant others permission to do the same. 


Xoxo, Diwa Doll


Photography: Laurel Creative