Yesterday was my last day at a company I’ve worked for since I was 25. I’m 31 now. A lot has happened in those years, of course. Over half a decade of life. I got married. Bought a flat. Travelled to dozens of countries. Divorced. I grew as a person, as a writer, as a…
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My body is trying desperately to tell me something. Last week I developed a terrible pain in my wrist. I wrapped it up and got on with life. This week it’s almost completely better and I’ve been feeling so proud of my little hand. Then this morning I woke up with shoulder pain. Nothing catastrophic.…
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It’s not classed as a super food. It’s not packaged up fancily and sold for 20x its value in organic health food shops. It’s not trending on Instagram, or being used in face creams, or as a gin flavour (thank goodness). It’s just plain, unglamorous, cheap and cheerful broccoli. But, according to one TV doctor,…
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Sorry in advance if my writing’s a bit clunky in this blog. I’ve been finding it hard to write recently. I think this is because I’m a little stressed at the moment and my mind reacts to stress by abruptly switching off, like an overheated laptop. Regardless, it’s a birthday tradition to celebrate my continued…
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The embarrassed, self-deprecating Brit in me does not want to write this post. The woman who’s fed up with hating her own body because it doesn’t subscribe in every way to the standard model of beauty, does. I recently wrote about how I’m making a real effort to accept my body after a lifetime of…
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Throughout this blog’s lifetime I’ve tried several different diets with a mission to excavate through my belly flab and unearth a long-hidden abdominal muscle or two. Why???? Because I’m vulnerable to the images of beauty that bombard women. As free-thinking, open-minded and decently-read as I like to think I am, I tapped into those insideous…
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Concerned about time moving too quickly in these strange, repetitive Covid times? Try not eating for 5 days. Without the usual anchor points of breakfast, lunch and dinner, and with a tummy constantly whining for food that never comes, seconds ooze out of the day in super slow motion. This morning, on the final day…
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I didn’t know social anxiety was an actual thing until memes happened and I realised nearly everyone is a chaotic, awkward mess on the inside while portraying an air of easy breezy coolness – with varying degrees of success. I’ll start off by saying that social anxiety isn’t always funny. It can be crippling; it…
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I’m a natural scaredy-cat. As a child I lagged behind my big sister and cousins as they tore around the fields and scrambled up trees outside our grandparents’ house in France. I wanted to keep up; I wanted to be brave and fearless like them and not care about hurting myself – but even from…
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I’ve never called my journal a journal, it’s always been a diary to me – but somehow journal sounds more grown up and less like what a 12-year-old girl uses to doodle hearts and the names of her crushes in. Was that imagery a bit sexist? I definitely used to doodle hearts in my diary…
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