girl talk

why is it so hard? you know you have stuff to do, you know you’ll be stressed until you get it done, you know getting it done will improve your wellbeing - and yet, it’s been an hour and a half and you’re still sitting in a towel after your morning shower. you’ve taken half an hour for lunch and suddenly you’re 8 episodes of parks & rec down and you’re not sure how it happened. you went to sleep telling yourself that TOMORROW WILL BE DIFFERENT - you’re gonna wake up and be a completely different person and suddenly...

where was i? ah yes, my left nipple was shooting black blood and i was convinced that death was imminent. get back in the saddle with me dear reader, it only gets worse from here.   i had my first appointment at the hospital on november 13th. the leaflet that had come with my referral letter had warned that i could be there for up to 4 hours. the aforementioned dreamy boyfriend offered to come along but i knew that the unfounded pressure i’d feel because i was holding him back from his day (something that he would never have...

i am a dedicated boob checker. extremely well-acquainted with these bad boys. i have been vehemently naggy about everyone doing it and, in a rare occurrence of not just being all talk, i followed through with my public encouragement and regularly, determinedly checked my own. this was not a lump. this wasn’t the reward of my careful checks. this was a tiny, almost imperceptible stain on the front of my t-shirt in the mornings. a few times. over months. small enough that you could potentially miss it - and definitely ignore it. so ignore it i did. convinced myself that...

[TW: mental illness/self-harming behaviours]   it’s december 29th and i haven’t seen anyone say ‘new year, new me’ in regards to the fast approaching abyss that is 2018. or at least, not in so many words. however, while the positivity reigning from the majority of the internet is refreshing and, to be honest, very much needed after 2017, new year so often leaves me feeling more dejected than ever. i know this is by no means a refreshing or alternative take, but nevertheless i think it’s important to consider where we can find positivity in the often grandiose transformation plans...

my maw will never let me live down the christmas, aged maybe 6 or 7, that my christmas list consisted in its entirety of 'a pencil sharpener'. in latter years, the only thing i've gotten good at asking for is books. so when i put out a call on instagram for your book suggestions, i found myself in literary heaven. feel free to add them all to your list, i'm sure you deserve them. ps. the copy & paste function (obvs instinctively typed 'pasta' there by accident) has intermittently given up on me, so i've just had to type out...