I’ve had a rollercoaster relationship with my body for what feels like my whole life. When I was 13 I wrote in my diary…. ‘It was weighing day today. I was in the queue behind Helena. Her fingers are all thin and she’s like a delicate little fairy, and Juliet was standing behind me who … More How I stopped fighting and learned to love my body
Despite being in my forties the clocks going forward have thrown me completely off kilter, meaning that this morning we were in a horrific rush for ‘ballet’ (running about in an Elsa dress to iPod-piano-music) and I found myself in the drive at five-to-class-time, in complete headless chicken mode, shrieking at a bawling toddler to … More Karma
I love this column by Victoria Coren Mitchell. The message is simple but oh so true. My truly lovely mother used to ‘helpfully’ point out when I was over my ideal weight (despite having several pounds in the savings bank herself I may add) and nothing drained the blood from my heart like those ‘suggestive … More Don’t rain on her parade.
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