Category: Personal Notes

How one label can stay with you and define you even as an adult.

Is this what internalised misogyny feels like?

I’m sitting here in the clutter. My pretty blue carpet is covered in boxes, the bookshelf behind me is empty and works like an echo […]

I’ve had it up to here (you can’t see me but I’m waving my hand as far above my head as I can get it) […]

I’m sitting at my desk. The same desk as last year this time, but not the same flat. The move here last autumn was a […]

And then the whole family got Covid. Ah, the joys of having a child who goes to pre-school, where other parents bring their children when […]

It’s yet another morning that I’m sitting in the daycare parking lot reciting things I’m grateful for (or at least know I should be) to […]

I almost stopped the car at a bus stop this morning when the chorus from Skinny by Kaleo hit my radio. Because this morning as […]

When I look at myself, at my body, I don’t see what’s actually there. Ever since I developed body dysmorphia, I don’t see shapes and […]