It's been a long time since I've talked politics on the blog. After Brexit and the Trump fiasco, I fell into a bit of a downward spiral of spending so long staring, mouth agape at the news, that I really didn't know how to find the words for any hot-takes or think pieces. I, like many other thousands of baffled voters, have spent the last few months in a pit of despair and confusion at the state of not only UK politics, but the whole bloody world to be honest. Seriously... what. is. going. on?
Something I've been really trying to push myself to do more of lately is expand my circles and get involved in more London based events. There's SO much culture and so many interesting people to be found in every corner of London, but I often forget to make the most of all of this positive energy which is right on my doorstep. When Scarlet Ladies Talk, a sex positive group of ladies based in London, got in touch with me a few weeks ago promising a night of fun, laughter and myth-busting, I was intrigued. I don't know what I was expecting of the evening, but I can confirm that the night 100% exceeded any expectations I did have, in the absolute best way possible. So I'm here to tell you all about it. Because this is a party which you definitely shouldn't be missing out on.
I’ve had a love-hate relationship with stepping on the scales throughout my life. When I was younger and comfort food was how I got my kicks, weighing myself just wasn’t something I did. I didn’t want to see the number slowly rising on the scales screen as I stood in the cold bathroom, shifting my weight from one foot to the other hoping that I could hide a few pounds. Fool the scale and fool myself. I didn’t want the feeling of sadness I’d get from seeing a figure 3 digits higher than the last time I’d checked. So I just didn’t do it. I avoided scales at all costs.
It all feels a little different to how it used to. Years ago I’d find my comfort in the dull flicker of the television, meaningless Tuesday night showings seeping from the screen into the dimly lit living room.
It’d arrive in the form of home cooked dinners, knives and forks clanging on the table as a piping hot chicken pie was placed carefully at the centre. Four chairs scraping against the floor. “Don’t touch the plates, kids, they’re hot.”
Lately I've been absolutely loving self-help books. I think the whole concept of self-help gets a pretty bad stereotype. They're viewed as a last resort for people who are going crazy. I know that that's how I used to see them. But ever since I read Matt Haig's Reason's to Stay Alive (seriously, if I had a penny for every time I name drop Matt Haig in a blog post), I've been completely in love with books which discuss anxiety, depression* and mental health in general. I've always found comfort in books and writing where it feels like the author is speaking directly to me and as if I can relate to every single word. For me, this is the feeling I get when I read books about mental health.
Artwork by the fantastically talented Kimothy Joy
Happy International Women's day ladies! Today is a very special day. It's a day that the world comes together and celebrates women for their achievements, big or small. It's a celebration of women's contributions in politics, society, culture and art. It's a day for acknowledging the way that women are rising up and taking on our own fight. International Women's Day is about celebrating the strides being made towards gender equality and all of the ladies fighting to make that happen. It's about celebrating all women, across all corners of the world and our abilities to love, work, fight and create. Throughout my life, I have been strongly influenced by the strong women around me. My mum, my sisters, my aunties, my Nan, my teachers, my female friends. I have had an abundance of strong female voices around me showing me how to be a woman in this world. They've taught me a lot, so I thought I'd share some of what I've learnt from them. Thank god for strong women.