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’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.
Whenever anything nice happens to me I always expect something appalling to happen immediately afterwards. This is the same for my mood. If I am in a good mood, a confident mood, or whatever, then I am simply waiting on that changing to something gloomier. One of the triggers for this sudden bitch-storm downpour is … Continue reading Learning to Love Myself.
It’s the weekend and I am stuck in hell. Hell, to me anyway, is a crowded bar or club. I can’t see past my hand and I’m bathed in a very unflattering neon-light. It might be dark, but I know I am surrounded by other people because I both smell and feel their sweaty bodies … Continue reading A Shot of Social Anxiety.
Reality: I am deeply dog-less and I am saddened by this fact for many reasons. Pets provide you with a certain comfort in times of need. If you have a dog then passers-by credit you with a certain amount of intellectual merit (when in truth I am little more than a lonely, barking lunatic.) They are … Continue reading Do I Want a Dog or a Boyfriend?