Catharsis

When you’re in a bad place and faced with making a creative decision or a destructive one- make a creative decision. Paint a picture, take some photos of nature, get a tattoo, go for a walk. Don’t hurt yourself and don’t hurt anyone else. I know colouring books are insanely popular right now. Grab a…

Adventures in dating: part 3

This is NSFW/NSFL for some friends and family who may prefer to think of me as pure and virginal.   I’m not sure if you worked it out from the last cliff hanger (“did I want to date someone who couldn’t drive?”) but we did continue dating. I don’t know. It was something like dating….

The happiest and most conflicted place on Earth.

Last month, I visited Disneyland for the first time. This is something I’ve dreamed about since before I could tie my own shoelaces*. I remember wearing out my Beauty and the Beast** VHS to re-watch the Disneyland advertisement. Everyone had giant, beaming smiles while they walked around with their families. All of my favourite characters…

Learning to love the HUP.

All my life I’ve been told to keep quiet and not draw attention to myself. This was many adult’s helpful advice to save me from bullying. Since my autistic brothers draw a LOT of attention without meaning to, I was told to be quiet and keep my head down so I wouldn’t be noticed. While…

Adventures in dating: part 2.

Electric boogaloo. After exchanging numbers with Andrew, we agreed to meet a fortnight after the engagement party. The weekend after the engagement party was my 12 week challenge gala and I had bought an amazing, tight dress. I wasn’t going to go out on a Friday night with a boy and risk not fitting into…

The blurst kind of friend.

Thoughts on being left when you’re planning to leave and toxic friendships. I’d like to begin this post by mentioning that none of these photos were altered. Sometimes when you look at people a certain way, you can actually see who they really are. A lot of women may read this and relate to this…

Adventures in dating: part 1.

Here it is- my highly anticipated first chronicle of my dating history.   Despite being very happy with my boyfriend, a part of me feels uneasy that I met someone now. I feel like I should have gone through more failed relationships to meet someone that I click with. Nothing in life has come easy…

They called me a fat bitch so that’s what I became.

Before writing the story of how I lost weight, I thought I’d write the story of how I gained weight. The first time I was called fat or the first time that I remember being called fat, I was around four years old. I remember bringing breakfast in bed to my Mum on Mother’s Day….

Introductions

I’m hoping that this is the start of something new. I’m hoping that this isn’t another blog that I abandon, like so many forgotten Tamagotchis (you were too needy), Sea Monkeys (which my brother poured down the sink) and Furbies (I know they’re still plotting my death). This is a space for me to write…