I’m coming out, I want the world to know, got to let it show…
I’m coming out, I want the world to know, got to let it show… Trigger warning: references to sexual abuse, questioning sexuality, and a lifelong
I’m a freelance copywriter, ex-mayonnaise eater (I now only eat the fake, no fat kind because middle age is harsh AF) and general positivity lover. I have always been striving to live my best life and was convinced that by my age, and as a parent, a largely reliable bill payer and someone who has had a driving license since before you had to take a theory test, I would feel like a proper grownup. I’m beginning to suspect that I never will.
I’m coming out, I want the world to know, got to let it show… Trigger warning: references to sexual abuse, questioning sexuality, and a lifelong
MESSY BUT MAGICAL As I was searching for the scoop in my new tub of collagen powder this morning, I was reminded of those sawdust
CHOOSE THANKS. My dad is dying. This hasn’t exactly come as a shock. He has diabetes, Alzheimer’s and cancer, so we knew it was coming.
Guess What? No One Cares. I was chatting to a friend last night who’s starting a new business. She was worried that people on social
Sober Hi. My name is Beth and I don’t drink. My love of alcohol began in my teens. Like loads of other rebellious kids in
Longing for Belonging Love and belonging sits right slap bang in the middle of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs. We hear a lot about love (snore,
On the Same Wavelength Son 1 is turning 14 tomorrow and you’d think that that would scare the crap out of me. Teenage boys seem
So Are We Meant to Lean In or Not? I’m confused because I feel like we’re constantly getting mixed messages. On the one hand we’re
The Wrong End of the Stick I’ve always had a very love/hate relationship with social media. I was one of the first people I knew
September, September I’ve said it before, but I’ll happily say it again, and shout it from the rooftops in fact. I bloody love September. It’s
The Proper Grownup Guide to NSA Sex You need sex, it doesn’t really matter with whom, but you’d rather not open up a can of
Special Snowflake Years ago I had a friend called Liz. She was one of those friends who seems to drift into your life then drift
Welcome to the fa-moley I’ve got a weird mole. It’s new and I don’t like it. Like many people I’ve got loads of moles and
Ok, I Admit It, I’m Kind of A Nightmare (but so are you probably) I bloody love dating, it’s so much fun. Getting dressed up
Rules are good, they CONTROL the fun. I love Sundays. It’s the one morning of the week where I don’t have to workout, there’s no
Help! I Think I’m Addicted to Break Ups That sounded very crass, harsh and unfeeling so please allow me to elaborate on that sensationalist and
Sometimes I Miss My Ex Sometimes I miss my ex. Its been 6 weeks since we split. We were only together a year and a
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