Body love and boobies

I’ve decided to love my breasts. Finally. I have spent too long hating and berating them, thinking nasty thoughts and saying mean things to them, about them. Thinking that they look like sad fried eggs on my chest. I used to watch young YouTubers parade around their rooms and show off their surgery scars, their …

tricky fishtails

I’ve been learning how to do fishtail braids, in an attempt to channel Effie from Skins. So far, I’m not very good, and in a feeble attempt at sparing my self-esteem I try to attribute this to my lack of long, shiny, obedient dark hair – which always seems to be a necessary ingredient for …

lady in red

I lost my favourite lipstick three weeks ago and it surprised me how upset I was. It is an unusual, warm brown, like cinnamon. My mother, always complimentary, says it makes me look like a South American beauty when I wear it. When I finally found it yesterday – in my glasses case for which …