Although I feel like I don’t have any massive hang-ups about my body, I generally like the way I look, I was reading this Guardian article yesterday, “Uncomfortable in our skin” and realised that while I certainly don’t hate how I look or feel about myself, I really identified with much of what Eva Wiseman was saying.... Continue Reading →
A moment
You only notice just as its finishing, those moments that time slows down: the beauty, tenderness, pain and connectedness whirl and melt into each other so you can’t tell one thing from the other. I experienced one today, as I embraced a beautiful person that I might not see too many times again, if at... Continue Reading →