Sometimes I hate skinny people. I have no idea what it is like to be skinny and I know that I never will. I suppose the skinny have their moments of self-doubt, their moments of discomfort in a crowded place, their moments when they fear meeting new people, doing anything for the first time. Underneath … Continue reading The skinny can’t help it
I was chatting with my sister the other evening. We were talking about Christmas parties, family traditions and generally about our low expectations for this time of the year. It used to bother me that somehow I didn't 'get' Christmas, the preparations, the anticipation, the gift-buying. I love putting up the decorations and bringing light … Continue reading Christmas No 1
Being patronized. I hate it. Thankfully it doesn't happen all that often, which is a relief for everyone, believe me. Then it goes and happens twice in one day, within hours of each other. Whilst volunteering I get told, by a manager who has only just met me, that I have a good telephone manner. … Continue reading Whose a good boy?
I finished with paid employment 12 months ago and have been celebrating the anniversary this week by starting a couple of volunteering opportunities. Up to now I've avoided the idea of volunteering - mainly because people kept asking me what I was going to do with my time and the rebel in me decided that … Continue reading What are they thinking?
The other day someone described me as 'opinionated'. It was during quite a normal conversation and I'm sure it was not intended as an insult - I hope not. I think there was a positive element in there. Or perhaps I just want there to be? There is something about the term 'opinionated' which conjures … Continue reading In my opinion…
I'd forgotten how much the media hates me. A woman, with a body. I happened to read a magazine at my father-in-law's house the other day. One of those TV insert things that come with a weekend paper. I couldn't resist the article about holiday wardrobes even though I half knew it would not be … Continue reading I unlearnt to hate myself
I think I have given up. But in a positive way. There are things I used to do, when I worked full-time, that I no longer do. I no longer wear formal clothes everyday - no blouses with black trousers, no smart shoes. I don't even wear jewellery on a regular basis. I rarely put … Continue reading Giving up
I attended a yoga event some weeks ago, during which we were asked to write for 8 minutes, without editing, just creating, about what we remembered and what we didn't remember about significant events for our bodies. I know for some the topic could seem inappropriate but I chose to think about my first period … Continue reading Memories. What memories?