Like many pregnant people, I put my hands around my newly inflated belly. It’s partly because that’s what I see pregnant people do, but I also cradle my bump to highlight how round this belly is becoming. This is to prove to myself and others around me that this is a pregnant belly, that I …
Instagram is the new Facebook to me. I deleted my original Facebook account after I realised how shitty it was making me feel. I would scroll through hundreds of posts, photos, etc. and feel so much envy that I would feel like a loser in comparison. Instagram is becoming like that for me. I scroll …
When visiting my family last September I suppose I did have a breakdown (I just Googled ‘breakdown’ to make sure I wasn’t exaggerating). My emotions spilled out at the smallest trigger, making what was a fun family dinner into an emotional spectacle that nobody could walk out on (the table and chairs are so squished together that …
I’ll let you in on a little secret of mine: I don’t really like the summer. The summer brings sunshine (at least sometimes, for those of us living in the UK) and I don’t like that. Well, my Body Dysmorphic Disorder (BDD) doesn’t like that.
Trigger warning: this post contains topics such as sexual consent, revenge porn, body dysmorphic disorder & online sexual abuse. I spent a lot of my time online when I was a teenager – MSN, MySpace, or random forums and chat rooms. I was a lonely and insecure young girl. I hope that these days young …
We recently went to a house-warming party to our new neighbour’s apartment. When I left the kitchen area (the party area, let’s be honest) to have a nosy look round, I noticed this lovely arrangement above their fireplace. It must have been about ten to twelve photos of the couple, in one large collection of …
