I'm not keen on gatekeeping. if someone wants to be a feminist, I'm not going to be the clipboard girl denying entry to the club because 'you're doing it wrong'. Each to their own. We have to allow people to make mistakes while exploring feminism or we'll set the bar so high no one will want to get involved. But... But. Read More
I am reaching peak Trump. To be clear, we are not reaching peak Trump - we, sadly, are far from the apex of this particular chapter of human history - but I am. I am on constant alert. While I apply my mascara and sip my coffee I watch American news highlights on youtube. Read More
When you're me, dressing for anything is a challenge. Suffering from a combination of sartorial OCD (no frills, no patterns, no jewellery, and absolutely no more than six separate items in any one outfit or the world will end ) and a perpetual low key dread of looking 'basic', the stakes are always high and it never quite comes out right. My overworking, accessory-and-fuss-phobic brain needs me to be normcore, but my soul she cannot take it. I cannot wear a hoody. I cannot. do it. Read More
I'm sitting at home on a Friday night, wanting to write a post but feeling a stuck. I have some new and entirely unnecessary beauty purchases I wanted to share with you, and another post in the works with revolves primarily around a giant marshmallow from Camden (true story) but the timing just doesn't feel right. Read More
So, I think I'm probably not alone in wanting to approach this subject with utmost caution. When discussing how other more well-known people choose to run their blogs - which in many cases have morphed swiftly into mini publishing empires in their own right - there are always a few keenly felt fears lurking in the back of my mind. Namely, 'will I come off like the world bitterest h8er, bitterer than the juice of a thousand unripe grapefruits?' Read More
I think I’ve spoken before about the little voice in my head which pops up periodically to tell me with sudden and persuasive urgency to shut down my blog (!). I don’t like too bring it up too often because I’m aware of how spectacularly ungrateful it makes me appear to my readers, who are almost absurdly generous in the time they take to tell me how much they liked my latest post or to just say hello. I recognise that a lot of bloggers get hardly any feedback on what they do, so I’d never want to come across dismissive, as if all the comments and likes and hilarious twitter chats are never enough to satisfy me, or are insufficient encouragement to keep me excited about my little online space. Read More
Do you want to guess some of the very unfun and unintelligent things I've done today?
Well, first of all I weighed myself. And secondly I cried about it. Yep. I cried.
It wasn't heart-rending oscar nominee type crying but it did happen. The number I saw was higher than what I expected, all my horrible dark diet thoughts came flooding back instantly as if they'd never been gone, and a few tears came out. Read More
It might be just me, but I’ve noticed a weird wave of re-branding sweeping through the ranks of celebrity blogger type people famous for eating stuff lately. It seems that none of them are, nor ever were ‘clean eaters’. Read More
A lot of people think body confidence is something you're born with. You either have it or you don't, and that if you're not tall, white, slim and able bodied you probably don't. But that's not the case. You can learn body acceptance. Or rather you can unlearn body hate. It's not easy, but it's changed my quality of life in ways that reach way beyond what I see when I look in the mirror. Read More
A few days ago I was overcome with what I was sure would be a regrettable impulse. It was nearly New Year's eve and I wanted a change. Specifically a change to my hair. So, acting against my better judgement and ignoring the stern voice in my head yelling something along the lines of 'this is literally something people do in bad romcoms. This is one of those things that goes horribly wrong every single time anyone anywhere does it' I grabbed a pair of totally unsuitable scissors from the cutlery drawer and chopped myself a fringe over the bathroom sink. Read More