Valentine’s Day has unexpectedly crept up on me this year. Owen and I aren’t really doing anything this time because everything in 2018 is about The Wedding and the move.
The date is set, the venue is booked, and so are our photographer and florist. That’s right, the wedding is finally on and…we’re eloping!
A few things occurred to me the day I wore my new red gingham dress to go to a cute cafe and indulge in cappuccinos and chocolate cake. One: You can never be too old for a good hair bow.
How do you wear an off shoulder crop top? With denim shorts and confidence, that’s how. If you wear plus sizes, these off shoulder crop top styles can be hard to find.
I recently realised that 2017 marks 10 years that I’ve been practicing fat positivity. It’s a slightly overwhelming thought.
It’s been a month since I’ve posted an outfit, would you believe that! Spring has turned to summer in that time, and only the mornings are pleasant now.
It’s the first day of 2017 and warm enough already for a little splash in the pool!
On Thursday I went and got my hair buzzed off. On the best haircut scale of 1-10, this is a 9.
My face today I thought it was gone; I was a fool. It never goes away. It comes back to haunt your life when you least expect it to – when you were secure in the knowledge that you are safe, it resurfaces like a creature from the deep, an ancient demon whose light tread
Is this the face of evil? I don’t know. When I was 9, my mother bought me a copy of the first Narnia book, The Magician’s Nephew. It was an edition that’s out of print now, with a richly illustrated cover and a gorgeous full colour map on the inside that drew me in from
I’ll keep this short and sweet because I’’m still under the weather and nearly out of spoons for today, but I saved one last spoon for the What I See Project! Founded by Edwina Dunn, What I See is a not-for-profit project to help empower women – through answering the beguilingly simple question, “What do
Pretending you’re a model is all fun and games till someone gets hurt Considering that my chosen profession is firmly set in writerly realms now, it might seem strange that a few years ago, it was my life’s ambition to become a model. Infact, I had been harbouring those dreams since I was a teenager,
My favourite pastime as a kid was drawing – there were very few things I liked better than the time spent with my massive crayon set spread out in front of me, scribbling singlemindedly on a piece of paper. Growing up in a house where TV, games, films and music were banned, books and drawing were my only sources of entertainment, and I used them to their fullest potential.
Big Beach Bums, Brighton, 2011 Yesterday’s conversation with Marianne on Twitter got me thinking about the necessity for in person fat meets. Here are some of my thoughts, and an idea. Before I went to Uni at the tender age of 19, I was the fattest person I had ever known. As a teenager, I
An image comparing my visible, unintentional weightloss in less than a month. **EDIT: I am not going to respond to comments on this post anymore, positive or negative. I think I have mentioned my mental health quite a few times on this blog, and elsewhere, so it’s hardly a secret, and I had a bad