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.
My baby is due tomorrow. However, he is showing no signs of vacating his warm, cosy home and I have been advised by my well-meaning midwife that he’ll probably be late. So now, I just wait and, well, eat my way through all the biscuits I suppose. I haven’t written anything on here since last … Continue reading No Aloha.
“Old age was growing inside me. It kept catching my eye from the depths of the mirror. I was paralysed sometimes as I saw it making its way toward me so steadily when nothing inside me was ready for it.” Simone de Beauvoir. We’d stand in nightclubs eyeing the thirty-somethings in faded band t-shirts … Continue reading Coming of Age.
This summer, I seemed to completely lose my drive to write. I had so much to say and do but nothing to put into written words. So instead, I put it onto t-shirts. Ever since I started my Mighty Girl girl club at work one year ago, I knew that it was something I wanted … Continue reading Mighty Grrl Movement.
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.
I spent most of last Friday afternoon in tears instead of celebrating the end of another school year. I always find the end of year emotional and draining but this year so much more so as most of my Mighty Girl club left to go to secondary school. The female empowerment club I run at … Continue reading Who Run the World?
I haven’t written anything in over a month but it’s not because I have nothing to say. In fact, it’s quite the opposite and for once I have no idea how to say it. I feel like all I’ve been doing for the past month or so is either writing end of year reports, feeling … Continue reading Much Finer.
Menstrual Hygiene Day is the perfect day to post about my upcoming event, Bloody Disgrace. It is a day that raises awareness of the struggles many women and girls face all over the world due to menstruation and it fights for the right of everyone to be able to manage their periods hygienically, safely and … Continue reading Bloody Disgrace Part 2.
I knew it was coming. I knew what I had to do. I knew that it was ‘normal.’ I knew about the enormous nappy-style pads that we had been furnished with during sex education lessons. I knew where my mum and sister kept theirs. I knew that I was growing up. But when my period … Continue reading Bloody Disgrace.
I can still smell the sweet, plasticky peach lipstick from Collection 2000 that came free with a magazine (probably Shout) and thought was going to change my life at 11. Instead, it gathered in the corners of my mouth and the cracks in my lips and smeared across my chin. As I turned 12, I … Continue reading War Paint.