When Dear Damsels asked us to submit pieces on the theme of 'Growth', the first thing that sprung to mind was one of the biggest lessons I've learned with age. It's hard to get your head around the fact that people don't really care about what you're doing, or what you're wearing, as much as … Continue reading Poem | Nobody Cares
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.
It's a funny thing, opening the door to be face-to-breast with a completely naked stranger.
My thighs seem to have sparked a summer fling and are inseparable, bringing with them another seasonal problem.
I've been to a fair few weddings this year, and invitations are already rolling in for 2020; so here's a short, simple and sweet poem inspired by those who are Just Married.
I do not offer this as a definitive description of what it is like for everyone to wake up with depression, but it is an offering, a thought, an imagination, and a representation of one morning, for one person, at one time.
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.
Homelessness is heartbreaking, and with all the stats and facts and stereotypes out there it's easy to forget the real people behind the cardboard signs and sleeping bags.
I like nothing better than escaping into a good book. It's my favourite kind of holiday; taking a break from my own life and delving into someone else's, finding solace between pages.
Easter got me thinking about eggs; not just the ones covered in foil (yum) but the ones I have inside me, too.