Morning Song.

Recently, I found myself reading an absolutely nauseating account of childbirth by a popular blogger, which apparently had its readers dabbing the tears away as they cooed over staged photos of a freshly post-birth mother with shiny, perfectly styled hair and a face full of makeup. Her fringe looked better immediately after giving birth than … Continue reading Morning Song.

Bloody Good Time.

Last Saturday, the bold and the beautiful gathered above The Railway Hotel to help fight period poverty. We wore red, we danced to an all female playlist and we raffled off prizes donated by independent women-owned businesses. But most importantly, we raised over £200 for Bloody Good Period, collected a mountain of sanitary products and … Continue reading Bloody Good Time.

The Razor’s Edge.

Since I was a teenager, I have been told by a multi-billion dollar corporation that the only way to reveal my inner goddess was to shed my body of its natural protective layer of hair. We have all been sent this message since childhood; that female beauty and confidence is inherently linked to hairlessness through … Continue reading The Razor’s Edge.