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
When I pulled on my favourite mint hotpants today, I didn’t feel any different. I just felt happy that I was dressing up and was going to take some nice photos and feel better about my body image.
When Lila can’t recognize where she is, she attributes it to the acid. She recognizes that much at least, that everything is not as it should be, that her surroundings exist only in her drug riddled head, and not in the world her body inhabits.
A narcissistic photo of me
Solo and I met in strained circumstances. It was the first day of college and we were milling about in the assembly room, being assigned our classes.
Talented people just find closed doors in India
An Indian woman covered head to toe in 40 degree heat