Embrace every girlie stereotype for an “at home” mate date without having to face the instability of the outside world.
I use my white privilege to shield myself from hate, but what about those who don’t have that privilege to shield from the daily hate they face simply because they are black? And what can I do to change that? What can we all do to change that?
Life always finds a way of getting between us & our friends but Cheeky Zebra cards are the key opportunity to remind them of our undying platonic love.
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.
I’ve rounded up another summary of all that jazz that has brought joy into my wag life over the past month. So this September I have mostly been…
Making the choice to look after my husband is as strong a feminist move as any bra burning shenanigans – it takes a strong woman to exercise that choice power when going against the grain.
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 live action Little Mermaid will be an immense remake that I’ll instantly love. But, really, how do I feel about a black Ariel? And why?
Why, in a world with an ever opening mind, is it socially acceptable to hold certain prejudices?
You might have seen some of the handiwork of the self love wonder that is The 88 & Friends but who, what & why are they?
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.