So, first up I should start with some honesty, cause that’s what everyone covets, right? Honesty. Everyone wants it, few people get it, and when we’re given it more often than not it’s about as welcome as testing positive for gonorrhoea then being punched in the face. But what I’m going to be honest about … Continue reading Not on the Priority List.
An essay on battling internalised homophobia, and the road to self-acceptance. My friends will gladly share embarrassing stories about me. Most of these are innocuous enough; entry level humiliations that are ultimately harmless. They’ll rehash fables of drunk me stumbling around like a mummy with outstretched arms trying to hug a disinterested boy to death; … Continue reading My First Drag Show
Falling for a friend is a familiar heartache that so many of us have shared. Every moment in each other’s company can be thick with confusion; you don’t know if you’ll feel one thing, or another. It can cause tension that is neither sexy or sustainable and break your heart with such finality you’re uncertain … Continue reading Falling for a Friend
The first time I ever heard the term ‘eating disorder’ I was around the age of 11. I’d dived into one of my mother’s magazines and in the middle of it was an article accompanied by upsetting images of emaciated girls with folded hands and hollow-looking eyes. I didn’t know what anorexia or bulimia … Continue reading Skinny-ish
What is depression to you? To me it’s an invisible illness whose symptoms feel almost physical. A hammering in my chest from anxiety; a sore head from trying to wade my way through a sea of foggy thoughts. It's a prickly panic that washes over me when I'm outside. It’s being obsessed with fitness and … Continue reading Me, Myself & My Mental Health.
At the gym today I found myself caught in the morning tide of fellow gym-goers. The locker-room was packed full of sweaty men trying to slink their way back into their work suits; talking casually about the working day ahead and weekend plans. I tend to keep myself-to-myself at the gym; avert my eyes, shrink … Continue reading Locker-Room Talk.
I am very lost right now. I’m not even at a crossroads, where at least I’d have a 25% change of going the right way. No. I am stranded in the middle of Sahara armed with nothing but punctured dreams and a half-empty water bottle. Got to love that ole cliché. You know, the one … Continue reading The 80’s Screwed Us Over
I’m pretty aware of all my flaws, mostly because if I haven’t already highlighted them myself, then someone else has took immense pride in pointing them out. It’s not all Regina George ego over here. Oh God, I have so many flaws that it’s impossible to list. That’s what a lot of my focus will … Continue reading Sitting Still With Anxiety
I’ve learned that eyebrow maintenance is akin to godliness. Groom your fucking eyebrows, but don’t fight the shape too much. At the start of the year I only had one eyebrow, but now I take great pride in photographing these twins.