Putting herself out there, one word at a time.
"What does a professional look like?" Growing up, a professional was someone dressed in a suit – someone who went to work in a big office, and was paid lots of money to do a very serious job. This is despite the fact that I grew up watching my Mum support us through her work… Continue reading Shedding The Professional Uniform
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
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?
