Why I'm okay with being FAT: 3 years on. 3 years ago, I penned a post, my first ever blog post, titled "Fat: The anti-struggle". I wrote it on a whim, and had no idea it would change the path I wanted to take with my life. I've always believed that the things that happen … Continue reading Fat: The Anti-Struggle: Part II
Have you ever: • Restricted your fashion choices, by means of hiding your body? • Chosen an outfit, specifically to cover up areas of your body? • Put something on, only to decide, that actually, it might not be flattering on you? *** Listen, carefully and closely - your body was not created, to be … Continue reading The USB Pet Rock: A Theory
Winter is coming! What better time of year, to cosy up with a blanket on a cold evening, indulging in some cake, with an absolute powerhouse of a book! Feet up, cosy up, enjoy.. A comprehensive list of books to gift, purchase and read, for empowerment, liberation, motivation and MORE! 1. Body Positive Power by … Continue reading MUST READ BOOKS for EMPOWERMENT
I remember the first time I ever felt confused about being called fat. I’d like to say that I was around 16, and I remember it being the height of summer. I remember being at the beach with friends, and I was wearing a denim pinafore dress from Urban Outfitters, with a pink acid wash … Continue reading Chips n’ Gravy
Fat Girl Can, And I promise, she will. She knows no limits, Self-doubt, she kills. She taught herself, The way she looks is fine, There is no doubt inside her, She knows her own mind. The world can be cruel, But she knows best, To speak up, speak loud, So, she clears her … Continue reading Fat Girl Can
I sat outside Sainsburys in my car, tucking into a sandwich. The contents of which, do not matter, but the fact that I'm eating one, does. I looked around me, at the people walking past. All going about their daily lives, no one giving a flying shit about me. And I kind of spiralled out … Continue reading Bread and Butter
Hello, hi, how's things? You probably don't recognise me. Yes, you're covered in tattoos. I know, needles right? Nearly fainting having your bloods taken, but able to do a five-hour sitting of intense shading and colour, all whilst on your phone and reading. Weird right? I know, I'm not sure where it came from either. … Continue reading A Letter to my Younger Self
