The only thing still standing firm throughout 2020 with no sign of crumbling under the pressure of Covid is the list of New Year’s Resolutions that I didn’t make & therefore haven’t broken.
Imagine a Love Island of more than “beautiful people” living their best life in fully tanned & toned, accessible, cis gendered, heterosexual paradise in the diverse dream Casa Amour stay…
This time of year divides us into Team Fatness or Team Fitness, leaving my fat-positive-but-wanting-to-lose-weight-for-personal-health-reasons arse in the middle of a real life venn diagram.
After much soul searching with equal amounts of self loathing & self loving, I finally have a conclusion to last post’s discussion.
A huge part of blogging relies on a social media following – actual writing capability doesn’t count for much in the overall success of a blog. Agree?
Oh em bloody gee, I haven’t been nominated once for the peer-recognition Sunshine Blogger Awards 2019 but twice!
I’ve cobbled together another monthly list of people, products & places that have brought (or stolen!) joy into my wag life. So this July I have mostly been…
TW. Bariatric surgery is not a decision I’ve made lightly & I’ve made it known to all the counselors / dietitians / exercise instructors I’ve met so far that I’m happy in my own skin & I will always support the plus world. So why am I scared of the plus world shunning me?
The Grace, Gratitude, Grit journal is the most uplifting combination of inspiring reading material & reflective writing space featuring guidance from author Leanne Brown to be a wife, a mother & an all round kickass achiever.
You might have seen some of the handiwork of the self love wonder that is The 88 & Friends but who, what & why are they?
It sounds as patronising as being in a bout of depression & being told to “cheer up” but this one is actually achievable. And you don’t even have to write lists or talk to yourself in the mirror.
If you’ve seen my Crater looking sleepy at a wrestling show, it’s my fault for keeping him up all night… With my snoring that we never realised was a life-threatening side effect of being a fat lass.