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You Are The Man

you are the man, love letter, masculinity, being a man, what it means to be a man, this stuff is golden,

When you doubt yourself it hurts my heart a little bit, though I am conscious that when I call myself fat, ugly, stupid (or all three) I’m probably doing the exact same to you. I am grateful that you feel you can share your insecurities with me, even if those insecurities make my ears want …

I Didn’t Feel Brave, I Felt Cowardly

depression, online abuse, revenge porn, anxiety, brave, cowardly,

I’ve been called ‘brave’ a lot recently. I’ve also been called ‘stupid’ within several victim-shaming comments. Whether it was within the comments section or on a Twitter RT, I must admit that to me, I have not been brave. It certainly wasn’t brave of me to absolutely collapse as soon as the negative comments came …

My Very Own ‘Mean Girls’

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Some girls in my school tried to make Mean Girls happen. They wanted to be the Mean Girls. They experienced joy from recreating Mean Girl moments through manipulation and back-stabbing. I was part of them for a time. I was a bit of a Cady. They were also a group of three; I was number …

Ghosted By My Best Friend

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Originally I didn’t like her. She was always walking around the store – which partly was due to her job of dressing the mannequins and shop windows. You could hear her coming, laughter always following her and coming from her. Everybody paid her attention, whether that was with a cheery hello or a giggle at …

Choosing the Nice Guy

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Mostly I have turned to the bad guy. The bad guy who excited me. The bad guy who gave me a thrill. The bad guy who I thought would change for me. He was a sexy adrenaline rush. One you would initially feel good about. One you would end up feeling bad about. The bad …