At fifteen years old, the height of my anorexia, I weighed just 6 ½ stone (pictured above). What my parents had initially mistaken as a health kick, running with Dad, preparing my own meals, and […]
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Flux
The shape shifts before it hits the mirror. Muscle fibres contort and twist and I appear solidified as broad shoulders, A collection of angles grouped together in a form, A sketch hung to be […]
Nothing Compares To You
I like following people. Now there’s a confession. I follow two thousand people to be exact. I look at them on my phone, on the sofa, on the bus, on the toilet and in my […]
None for the road: Confessions of a non-drinker
You can picture me now, staring in the mirror wearing a freshly ironed uniform, a smug look on my sanctimonious face. An ‘I don’t drink’ badge glinting in the light of the bathroom, as it […]
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