All in Self Love

Love, Cramps & Hot Pants

Colliding stars with the first love of my life was an adventure filled with choices
made on my part that must be featured in every do-not-do list of every etiquette
manual and seduction story ever written ever. The object of my affections inspired all
kinds of behavior I daresay I have not repeated since, and that I have rarely shared the
extent of with anyone.  

Namastay in Bed

Breathe out. Savasana. It’s silent. You lay still. Your mind is a rampage. You think in technicolor and irrationality. You think about how you will conquer the world and deactivate all your social media accounts after class is done. It’s irrelevant. It’s trivial. It’s an existential crisis. 

Active Hope & Embracing the Dirt.

And the thing was, we all had 'dirt'… or what Trump and his team would regard as dirt. Some of us were queer. Some of us were poor as poor can be. Some of us were non-white. Some of us were immigrants. Some of us were women - and men. And other genders in between. Some of us were

Pride, Fear & Snapchat

As a twenty something I’m sure it’s no surprise that I’m a little frustrated. I think most of us are. At the moment I feel like I’m stranded in a weird space between two polarising throes – pride and fear. You see, I’ve noticed a pattern in myself; I tend to get close to a person I’m seeing and all of a sudden it’s as though someone’s flicked some kind of switch, the light’s too bright and I’m out of there before either of our pupils can even adjust.

Define: Self Love, Dirt and Potatoes.

Society today has somehow convinced us to adopt the thought that loving ourselves is egocentric, arrogant and, more offensively, an act of rebellion. Most of us, if our upbringing called for it, spent the the majority of our ‘defining’ years institutionalised, with the outcome being a clear choice in a future career path and goal. Particularly in the last two years of high school, we would focus on choosing educational units that were best-fitted; these choices equated to the amount of limited colours in a packet of highlighters. I was never really the kid who opted to study math methods, in fact I found myself in foundation maths, measuring the circumference of a potato as my mid-term assignment.