I’ve put on weight. And do you know what? my world hasn’t ended. For a long time I unrealistically hoped that If I tried hard enough, I would eventually become the perfect clothes horse. I wanted clothes to fall on my body in the same way that they would on a hanger. Eventually though, I began wondering … More I Don’t Feel Confident Talking About My Body But Perhaps That’s Precisely Why I should.
I often feel slightly disingenuous by only showing you the tiny details of what it’s like to be a writer. Today I’m going to counterbalance that by telling you what it’s actually like. Buckle up people and let me take you on a mediocre journey that you’ll no doubt soon forget. 8 a.m. I wake … More A Day In The Life Of A Struggling Writer
“The crucial thing is to keep going. Artists appear glamorous and blessedly detached but in reality they are tenacious grafters; they are proverbial dogs with bones. They are still out there gnawing away long after most of us would have given up and gone home.” – Will Gompertz, Think Like An Artist It had been … More When Should You Stop Chasing Your Dream?
It hit home that I’m a fully fledged adult a few days ago when my friend Sophia gave me a ring and asked what I was up to. I found myself reply “I’m just off to buy some fabric softener mate.” And then BOOM. Like a frisbee to the head, it hit me. There’s no … More An Official Goodbye To My Younger Self.
Although “self care” and “self love” are pretty big buzzwords at the moment, something about this feels different. I love the idea that it doesn’t matter if you’re shacked up or single, planning things for your own pleasure and making yourself feel cherished reminds us what romance truly means. … More Romancing Myself
I’m realising as I get older that Diaries are pretty important things to keep. Visiting the Frida Kahlo exhibition at The V&A inspired me to pick up me pen and make another attempt at journaling. … More Small Fish. Big Pond
“If you don’t know where you’re going, any road will get you there.” – Lewis Carroll For a long time, I remember feeling resentful when my parents told me that we were leaving the bright lights of the city in exchange for fields, nothing being open past 5 o’clock and long waits in traffic because … More Wisteria Lane