I inferred some messages. Being female means gore, agony and mess. Being adult means having a frightening body that is out of my control.
“Did you have a good Christmas?”
"As we return to University for the Lent term, many will presume that the answer to the inevitable question ‘So how was your Christmas?’ is a given"
Five alternative New Year’s resolutions to avoid the self-improvement craze
Focusing on changing ourselves isn't always healthy.
Anorexia, My Privilege, and Me
"In all other ways, I'm a late bloomer, but with mental health, I was the earliest of all the birds"
Dumplings, desserts and bikini pictures: Travelling in recovery from bulimia
The most fantastic opportunity of my life has also been maybe one of the most difficult.
Yes, ‘To the Bone’ is damaging, but what does it tell us about representation?
Is poor representation better than no representation at all?
In defence of self-diagnosis
Professional diagnoses aren't easily accessible to everyone.
Food is not a moral issue
Scrolling through my Instagram feed, I see a snap of a table overflowing with cakes, biscuits and milkshakes. The caption: ‘don’t judge us’. Why would I judge you?
Blueprint 