Grief

I know myself that the third anniversary of my Dad’s death is not the best time to write this piece, it feels self sabotaging - self flagellation. Let’s pop open those old wounds, dig and poke around a bit until we get to a meaningful article, let’s use my own pain to write, and with… Continue reading Grief

Measurements

There's no peace, Not in this life Defined by body types and whether you have a gap between your thighs Success, written in the curvature of your arse - or chest - Measure me? Be my fucking guest. Do I meet the requirements? Have I passed the test? Too large, Doesn't fit the mould they… Continue reading Measurements