I’m not sick but I’m not whale
I’m Zoë . I was born in Camden (London) six months into the ’90s. This sounds quite cool but I haven’t actually been back to Camden since those few hours of sticky-skinned infancy.
I can sum up my entire identity like this: I’m a writer.
I could throw in other things, like the fact that I enjoy travel, walking, nature, music, art, that kind of thing…but these interests don’t prop up my entire sense of self in quite the same way as being a writer.
What makes me a writer, is that in order to experience anything at all in my life, I have to write it down. It’s not a hobby, or an interest. It’s a necessity. Without writing, I would float away. Writing makes concrete what is – to me, abstract. Life is liquid, and writing is a container. It gives the infinite, formless, confusing void of existence shape and boundaries and meaning. When I write, I make connections; I find answers and questions; I build and deconstruct. In doing this, I unearth the parts of life that would otherwise have gone unnoticed – and I have time to reflect on them and let them sink in to my being. I think all art forms do this.
I know, it’s all a bit pretentious.
Luckily, you have a choice. You can stick around and browse some of the things I’ve written over the years, or you can hit the back button, get back to whatever you were googling and forget this ever happened.
We are the Universe’s eyes, its ego, its sense of self. Our job is only to be here and feel it.
Thoughtful thoughts for thoughtful people.
Every day we have a choice: to accept and appreciate our bodies for the strong, complex, beautiful vessels they are, or to be constantly resentful and frustrated because they don’t adhere precisely to a set of physical standards made up by some extremely rich people who sell fashion.
Here are some good things to tell yourself when you next look in the mirror:
- My belly is as worthy as any other belly.
- There are many different ways to be beautiful.
- Other people’s beauty doesn’t diminish mine.
- I will not choose clothes because they flatter or hide me. I will choose clothes that express who I am and bring me joy.
- If I am kind, my beauty will shine through – no matter what I look like today.
- Health looks different on everybody.
I JUST QUALIFIED AS A YOGA TEACHER, SHAME THE WORLD IS ENDING
I’m writing this blog in a grassy clearing at the top of a jungle-covered mountain overlooking the bright blue Pacific ocean.
I’ve just spent the last hour or so climbing some scarily steep, rubbly hills to get up here so I am disgustingly sweaty. I am also, slightly unnervingly, being circled by vultures. Still, I’m glad to be here happy, relatively safe and healthy (although the vultures clearly don’t think so).