This morning I awoke to a terrible sight. No, not the breast that had fallen out my pyjama top, but the sight of a big, angry cold sore, slap-bang in the middle of my top lip. Of course, it decided to rear its ugly head while I’m staying at my grandparent’s house – and although […]
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Three months ago, I met a stranger and ran away to Portugal with him for nine days. I had been single for four years – so single in fact, that I even attempted to make a career out of it (please see all blog posts pre-April 2017). I was like the Taylor Swift of the […]
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As I walked past the Royal Sovereign’s desolate carpark last Wednesday evening, I caught the gaze of an unfamiliar man, hunched over behind an industrial-sized bin. Wearing a dirtied grey tracksuit torn about the knees, it was clear he had little regard for the weight of societal expectation, nor the oppressiveness of personal belongings. His […]
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As I cooked pasta and prepared a ready-made sauce last night, I realised I’m the worst example of an archetypal female that ever was. Last week I came home to buckets of homemade elderflower pressé brewing in my kitchen. My housemate is very talented; she’s a busy career woman, yet successfully keeps a menagerie of plants alive […]
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Staring into the empty eyes of my fellow passengers on the central line this morning, I could barely stop myself from retching. Mum – before you frantically call me asking when my last period was, I can tell you that this sickness is coming from a different place. This wave of all-consuming nausea comes from, […]
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When I was 16, my mum told me I shouldn’t use an epilator on my bikini line. I didn’t listen to her, and that was a momentous mistake. She also gently suggested that, perhaps, bleached, distressed denim jeans were not the most flattering choice. For these sound pieces of advice, I am thankful. But sometimes, […]
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