I’ve had a rollercoaster relationship with my body for what feels like my whole life. When I was 13 I wrote in my diary…. ‘It was weighing day today. I was in the queue behind Helena. Her fingers are all thin and she’s like a delicate little fairy, and Juliet was standing behind me who … More How I stopped fighting and learned to love my body
Despite being in my forties the clocks going forward have thrown me completely off kilter, meaning that this morning we were in a horrific rush for ‘ballet’ (running about in an Elsa dress to iPod-piano-music) and I found myself in the drive at five-to-class-time, in complete headless chicken mode, shrieking at a bawling toddler to … More Karma
Yeah, yeah second time round it’s different. I’ve been surprised this time by the stark contrast in my consumption of all things ‘pregnancy tracking’. Through the ever-expanding-belly months of my BabyOne pregnancy I couldn’t wait until my weekly App ‘ping’ from WhatToExpect or my email from Baby Centre. How big was she? What organs were developed? What … More Stay hairy
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