Somewhere in the last few weeks I managed to move up the age scale to 42. Fourty-fuckin-two. Now, I’m someone who tries to promote body positivity and age positivity should go hand-in-hand with it, but for myself these rules of engagement don’t apply. Is it a bi-product of mental illness and low self esteem? Maybe.Continue reading “So yeah, I’m older”
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I’ve thought long and hard about the contents and the title for this post, and there’s only one woman who I want immoraltalised on this site at the very beginning of this rambling moment… Adele. So, in her honour (as a nod of thanks for the many tears the album ‘30’ has encouraged since it’sContinue reading “41”
Creative Steph 