Putting herself out there, one word at a time.
Do you know that feeling you get when you are acting from a place of complete alignment? I physically feel it in my heart - it's a warm sensation, as if I'm wrapped in an internal hug. Good things happen to me when I'm in this place - opportunities seem to appear out of nowhere,… Continue reading Living In Alignment
I’ve always found it hard to let go – whether it’s saying goodbye, or letting someone else take charge, but I’ve attributed that to my sentimentality or playfully ascribed it to my ‘control freak’ or ‘perfectionist’ nature. I used to think these were good things – it’s taken me a long time to realise they… Continue reading Letting Go
On Friday 22nd July 2016, it was the 25th anniversary of my father’s death at the age of 38. I don’t often talk about this, mainly because it happened so long ago, but also because it’s only recently that I’ve been able to emotionally connect with the reality of the situation. Thanks to the support… Continue reading Value of Vulnerability
I used to think I was a fat girl inside a skinny girl’s body. I trained for so long in a weight-controlled sport that I was always aware of my weight - usually accurate to within a 100g. But I never felt I belonged in it. At my skinniest, I would feel the absence of… Continue reading Escaping Discomfort
For the longest time, I was unfaithful. To boyfriends/friends/partners/lovers – but mainly, to myself. I used and abused my own body. And not even for pleasure, but for power. I measured my worth in my appearance, and valued myself through other people’s eyes. I would feel the seductive power of the male gaze, and immediately… Continue reading Breaking Free
For many formative years of my adolescence and early adulthood, I was obsessed with my weight. Not in a fashion-conscious, aspiring to be a model way, but in a weight-controlled competitive martial art kind of way, which seemed to validate my obsession and legitimise my disordered approach to eating. The Taekwon-Do categories were based on… Continue reading Why weight?
How do you define someone's Irishness? Is it by their accent, their passport, their residence, their parents, their birthplace, or is it their appearance? I recently took part in a social experiment by Una Kavanagh to capture images of those of us who are Irish, but don’t look Irish, and are regularly asked “where are… Continue reading Irishness
