I write about life, fashion, feminism, philosophy, politics, gym terror, and shoes. This may not be a comprehensive list...

June 21, 2017

I posted recently that I was having a bit of a wobble about my body (pun intended -there is plenty of wobbling). Usually I'm fine with it - I've been through a lot of self image crap and I'm not keen to go back there. I'm happy living life in the body I have, and I'm g...

September 28, 2016

It's a quiet Saturday morning in Somerset. Like so many recent weeks, the weather is changeable and rain can be heard beating intermittently on the tiny kitchen window. The kettle is fighting with the wind over which can make the most noise.

My mother, Angela, is lighti...

February 5, 2016

My recollections of upsetting people with my outfits begin at ten. At ten, there was the Joseph fleece. It was a magnificent multi-coloured thing of beauty, lovingly made by my mum with a 'you'll grow into it' generosity. It got nicknamed 'the Joseph fleece' because ot...

December 8, 2015

Five feet, eight and a half inches.


Twenty-seven years, six months, two days.


Fourteen stone and two pounds.


These are all measurements that belong to me -

But they are not me.

They don't define who I am.

They are not a limit.

They are numerical values, not...

October 26, 2015

These are not 'tiger stripes'.

I didn't 'earn them'.

I have no child to explain my scars.

I am not part of the motherhood.

Sisterhood, though -

There's a concept I understand.

Sisterhood has taught me

Not to be ashamed

That my body has stretched itself,

Grown so quickly;

Not to...

September 15, 2015

It gets used a lot. We've all said it - some sparingly, some with carefree ease. It gets shouted across streets, across rooms, casually thrown into conversation to make a point, sometimes in jest and sometimes out of spite. Other times it's just a plain old description...

August 2, 2015

Nobody warns you how completely impossible physical perfection is. The idea of perfection you learn, through observation/osmosis, is just a complete misunderstanding of reality - there is no one 'perfect'. It doesn't exist.

You may get 'lucky' genetically, and avoid pre...