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.
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.
Pizza. Pasta. Bread. Chips. Cheese. Pastries. Biscuits. I am well-known among my friends for my unapologetically beige diet of refined carbs. I have an intensely romantic relationship with custard creams and I can happily eat pasta for every meal. My long Easter weekend was spent eating and drinking with various friends followed by lying lazily … Continue reading The Girl With The Most Cake.
Naziq al-Abid, activist, army general and suffragist (1898-1960) I learned about Naziq al-Abid on the Bitchery of History podcast a little while ago and I cannot believe that I had never heard of this incredible woman, who was known as the Sword of Damascus and the Syrian Joan of Arc, before now. An activist for … Continue reading Women’s History Month part 2.