Love isn’t all fanfares and flowers, or fantasies and fancy dates.
It’s hard to keep positive when you feel like you’re ‘failing’, and supposed successes surround you at every swipe.
There are so many adverts around these days that empower women; shampoo commercials that feature boxing; tampon adverts that show carefree women cycling in bright white shorts; This Girl Can. What makes me chuckle, however, is how women are sometimes described; the words that are chosen to advertise these things.
My thighs seem to have sparked a summer fling and are inseparable, bringing with them another seasonal problem.
It’s the end of Mental Health Awareness Week. Like many others out there, I’ve spent the last five days trying to work out how to contribute to this with my own thoughts.
Easter got me thinking about eggs; not just the ones covered in foil (yum) but the ones I have inside me, too.
This haiku was inspired by an admission I made while chatting to friends recently. Brutal? Maybe. Efficient? Definitely.
Today is my birthday! What better way to simultaneously celebrate and recognise my anxieties about ageing, than write an Honest Haiku?!
I finally have the next installment, to my poetry series. This one was actually part of another poem, but I chopped it off so it had its own starring role.
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