So yeah, I’m older

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”

41

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”