#13 Little Miss Independent…

I don’t know how it happened to be honest. One minute I’m 14 years old, spewing in the bushes on the skate park from too much blue WKD. Next, I’m 25 years old, standing on my own two feet and the most excitement I get is when I get my Tesco Clubcard vouchers arrive through […]

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#11 Long Road to Ruin…

So, yesterday evening I weighed myself for the first time in ten months. To most people that isn’t a big deal, for me it’s bigger than Brexit. For those who don’t know my back story, one of my many mass mental health issues was (and maybe still is) my battle with body dysmorphia. It was […]

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#10 Just a day…

I cannot lie to you even an ounce, I fucking hate Valentines Day with every ounce of my existence. That’s a lot. I’m not the sort of girl who gets hung up on fake holidays or anything, but for some reason every single year I take it really personally. Mainly because I’m usually not in […]

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#8 Hello 2019, I’m ready.

So every single year I find myself saying “good riddance” to the previous year. In actual fact, this year wasn’t one to be wishing away. I have actually had the time of me life. Buzzing with my Green Day reference there. I’ve broken hearts, I’ve hurt people I care about, I’ve made some stupid choices, […]

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#7 Split Personality

Am I the only person in the world who becomes an entirely different person after a sip of a pint? Or, are there others who also spend the next day continuously cringing because they’ve decided to be a gobby twat the night before? Those who know me, know that I’m not exactly the shyest person […]

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