I just walked away from Cambridge, one year into my PhD.
R.E.M
A poem by Eve Colyer.
Why I won’t apologise for being overweight
What the Guardian got wrong about body positivity, and why I'm prioritising my mental health.
In the fight against sexual violence, it’s okay to step away from triggering content
When trauma is shared so widely on social media, it's okay to switch off your phone and look after yourself.
Sex, trauma, and facing things
I know that the Weinstein’s and the C.K’s, and the Ansari’s are slipping out of popular discourse. But friends, partners, family members and strangers stay abusing.
Embryo
You open your mouth wide, I peer into the greasy tunnel. I got lost in there, I slipped on all the surfaces.
Fixations of Little Consequence & Unflinching
We want it so much that we succumb to the illusion. Talking circles with a distinct sort of nausea. Flagrant on our own accord so don't believe every thought you think, fool.
From mother to daughter
I inferred some messages. Being female means gore, agony and mess. Being adult means having a frightening body that is out of my control.
I’m leaving counselling. What now?
Weeks ago I would will the sessions to be over, but right now I feel almost abandoned, like a small child not ready to let their mother’s hand go.
Blueprint 