I left my bed

I was chatting with a good friend of mine the other day on the beach. We were out in our bikinis, talking about if we had a body part we’d change. We both said we had, but that would be telling. I got thinking in more depth about what I would really like to change and why and how our society has created an image we would all like to fit. Long hair, a straight nose, full lips, large round boobs with small nipples, slim waist but with curves… you get the idea. And of course, the ever growing trend of shrinking down to a certain size. I am SO pleased to see that this is coming to a halt pretty sharply. There was a big ordeal about the latest mannequin in Topshop, idolising an unattainable weight for most women. Now, I wouldn't have batted an eye lid at it before, at least not consciously but I think that’s the operative word. Consciously. I realised how subtly I have looked at clothes on a mannequin, thought “those jeans look pretty dope” and then gone into the changing room

I can't even. I discovered these could infact be a thing when my lovely other half had bought me some nutella and stored it in the fridge. I came to have my comforting nutella on toast and i couldn't even get it out of the jar without chipping it off and that my friends, was the beginning of how these were born. You will need: A jar of nutella Cornflakes / rice crispies / cocopops or any just as good Aldi variety Anything else you might want to add in to make it rocky road style like; marshmallows, raisins, craisins... Put your cereal in a bowl and then mash it all up with the back of a spoon. Be careful not to get it everywhere because that's what i did. Add nutella and fold it into the cereal of your choice. I also adopted the "smash it in there" technique which works just as well, if not better. Add anything else you might want to put in and then put it in the fridge to stiffen a little. I would say about 15- 25 mins. You could read a magazin

Sat at the station waiting for my train for 4 hours gave me a lot of time to think. Dangerous, I know. After one cup of tea on the house, I got to thinking about how I might actually be the happiest I have ever been in my entire life. A big part of my life has changed. I have moved out of my home town and into the big smoke, I have picked a career path (crazy coming from Mrs no career over here) and have put all the steps in motion to living my life how I want to live it and being completely unapologetic about that. But what’s change the most is inside – Vom, I know. I know what you’re thinking, but don’t write me off just yet. My entire perspective on life has changed. I see the world as a cruel, calculated place – more than I ever thought possible. I know a lot more about politics, the government, media, feminism, racism, consumerism, capitalism, a lot of the isms. I think the world is fucking mental. Like, literally mental and whilst this is somewhat a defeatist attitude, thes

I am not claiming to be an expert at relationships, if anything, I am far from it. Here are some of the things I've learnt in my current relationship. A little back story here; My other half and myself have known each other for a very long time, friends for 9 years to be precise. We have been close on and off throughout these years and I have always thought he was a wonderful person. Relatively fresh into a relationship we had to up and move to an entirely new city and live together - Scary huh!? And this did not come without it's faults. Getting to know a friend as a partner in a new surrounding is NO easy feat but here are some of the things I've learnt in the past year and a half. A) Expectation leads to disappointment I am no stranger for finding fault in relationships on the whole and I'm never that far away from feeling unhappy about something or other. Then not that long ago, I thought to myself, am I expecting just my boyfriend to make me happy? You cant r