For as long as I can remember, I have disliked my body. Specifically: my belly. In fact, the only time in my entire life I can recall not making massive efforts to hide my body was when I was pregnant with S – because I knew my belly was supposed Read more…
Self care is often the hardest thing to do in any given situation. And it has a lot to do with boundaries – which is where I tend to struggle. Self care seems to be the latest phrase, doesn’t it? Marketers use it to encourage us to buy bubble bath Read more…
I’ll let you in on a little secret… but you mustn’t tell anyone. I have never liked my body. The closest I got to even tolerating it was when I was pregnant. Knowing that I was supposed to have a big belly, I embraced tight clothing for the first time in my Read more…
Here are some things I have said to myself lately: Well done Vicky, you idiot. FFS Vicky quit knocking stuff over Argh you’re so useless, you forgot to buy bananas and now you’ll have to go back to town again You’re so disorganised, now you’ve lost that note you needed Read more…