There’s a moment in Reese Witherspoon’s 2017 film Home Again, where as a 40-something single mother, she’s telling her 28-year-old lover Harry why she can’t see him anymore. Harry has done that classic fuck-boy thing, where he was supposed to…
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Despite knowing better, I weighed myself the other day. Normally I don’t go near the scales because weight is not a great measurement for your body and doesn’t factor in muscle – I prefer to base it on how my…
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A few months ago, I was stuck in an Instagram K-hole. You know the one – you’ve been scrolling for a ridiculous amount of time, looking at people living these spectacular existences, having The Most Perfect Christmas Ever while you’re…
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Apologies for the lapse in posting, I’ve been travelling around India where the wi-fi seems as reliable as a bike powered by a pedalling monkey. And if this is the first time you’ve come to the blog, welcome! And ignore…
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As a card-carrying feminist, I don’t like to admit that certain insecurities of mine have been shaped by men or what we perceive to be the male gaze. To clarify, the latter is based around what men perceive to be…
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