My latest hysteria attack was no different to those before; it came from nowhere, it was over quickly, and it was completely and utterly debilitating.
Life is too short not to surround yourself with beautiful things…
Trigger warning: the following content includes eating disordered and destructive thoughts.
I know in the past it’s helped me to know someone else ‘gets it’, that someone else has been through the same thing I’m going through, and this knowledge has saved my life many a time. Now it’s my time to be that ‘someone’, if just one person reads my story and it changes something for them, then it is worth putting pen to paper – or fingers to keys.
With more access to gigs, stage shows and live art than ever before, why are we so intent on showing artists the backs of our phones? Continue reading “Watch the artist, not the screen…”
…and boys toys stay blue. Continue reading “Why girls toys SHOULD stay pink…”
Each year, on the 20th November, vigils are held across the world to commemorate the Transgender Day of Remembrance. The ceremony is a memorial to those who were killed due to anti-transgender discrimination, hatred or prejudice; at most ceremonies the victims of transgender violence in the area for that current year will be read out.
This amazing article was written by ‘A Girl Called Jack‘, a freelance writer who campaigns for Oxfam and Child Poverty Action Group. Jack took part in the ‘The Big Benefits Row’, a live discussion programme in which experts debate the controversial subject of benefits. (shown on Channel 5 Monday 3/2/14.)
This beautiful quote by C.S. Lewis inspired my post for the third blogger challenge topic – ‘Once upon a time’. This topic was set by Gaby who is doing a fabulous job of running the challenge:
“This is something I, personally, have never done, and I know I would really love to […] The book can be anything, by any author and you could have read it last week or had it read to you when you were a toddler, it really is up to you. Just share your most loved (or maybe hated) book.”
Many years ago, when I was seventeen, I was bullied at work. There were no harsh words, no nasty tricks, just the pure evilness of a ‘friend’ removing me from their life overnight. Continue reading “New Years Inspiration: Taking back my consent”