If there is something I’m really good at, it’s injuring myself. And I don’t mean deliberately self-harming; I mean accidentally causing myself some sort of injury because I’m clumsy. Or an idiot. Or, in many cases, both. I’ve come to...
There are two things you should know about me: I am fat and I am physically healthy. Okay, so I’m not 100% physically healthy, but no one is. My ankle is still a bit dodgy after I fractured it last...
I’m still awake. It’s a quarter to one in the morning on the third night of a random bout of insomnia. I’m currently drinking tea, listening to music and…writing this. Insomnia is an odd thing, the way the body stays...
So, remember when I fell out of my house two months ago? Yeah, well, the bruises went and the horrible scab on my knee healed (and scarred), and the swelling mostly went down. But not entirely and the pain never...
As previously and briefly mentioned recently, I was a vegetarian as a teenager. While is pretty typical for a teenager – trying something out, loving animals, lots of friends and a sister who’s a vegetarian, was inevitable some would say,...
I both love and hate crying. Actually, love is too strong a word (hate is not). I do not love the headache I get, or the snotty nose. I do not love the rest cheeks or the puffy eyes. I...
Warnings – Gratuitous use of the words nipple and boobs. It’s been eight months since I stopped wearing bras. I gave up on them last April after breaking my washing machine (for the second time) and after years of never...
I am overweight. Okay, actually, I think, depending on who you ask – and what scale they use – I am obese. Not morbidly so, I have a bit of height on me so it evens out but there’s enough...
