Dog ate your homework? Ha, no worries. It’s your passport you gotta watch out for! All things considered, our departure to Vietnam from the motherland (Sydney) was relatively smooth. Did I mention Erin’s puppy, Russell, got a wee bit hungry and had a nibble of my passport? The day before our flight. Yes. I kid you not. That really did happen. (See above for evidence of the … Continue reading Dog ate my passport!
It’s true, is it not, that we humans get an odd sense of satisfaction knowing what other people pack for holidays? Or eat, for that matter. Or buy, or do, or wear. We are curious creatures. It’s weird, really, but I like it. I am an unashamed (ok, slightly ashamed) Instagram stalker. So yes, I do want to know what you wear, eat, do, buy … Continue reading Stop, drop and roll.
So on Sunday, myself and one of my bestest buds are leaving the crispy cool of Australian winter in exchange for the balmy, sweaty streets of Vietnam. It will be hot. It will be chaotic. I can’t wait. As incredibly privileged and ungrateful as it sounds, not all travel excites me in the way that it used to. Perhaps the novelty of flights and airports … Continue reading Just the shirt on my back
Some words that came to mind on a train trip to the city a while back. 15/5/15 to be precise. Continue reading Sinking
Our society’s current interest with health and wellbeing is a great thing, but when that interest is driven by guilt and obsession, things start to turn nasty. Unfortunately, fitness magazines have been, well… less than helpful in promoting a sustainable approach to fitness, health and wellbeing. Your body is not a “problem” that needs solving. Does seeing images of taut and toned tums on every … Continue reading Why fitness magazines are ruining your health
Your body doesn’t read Vogue. Your body doesn’t watch the Victoria’s Secret runway show. Your body doesn’t know what a size 8 is. Your body doesn’t know that it’s main function, according to you, is to look attractive. Your body doesn’t know that you consider it ugly, unsatisfactory, gross. Your body doesn’t know that you’re ashamed of it, that you don’t want it to take … Continue reading Your Body
To my dear body, I’m sorry that I’ve spent so much time hating you and picking out all of your supposed flaws. I’m sorry that I poked and prodded at you because you didn’t fit into those expensive skinny jeans. You know the ones, the faded blue Levi’s that looked so slim and flattering on the model. I was so disappointed in you. I felt … Continue reading A Letter to My Body
I’ve always been an “all or nothing” kind of person. I’m a perfectionist by nature and if I commit to something then I’ll most often do my best at whatever that task might be. Commit to HSC? Check. Commit to sport? Check. Commit to “healthy eating”? Check. Determination, willpower, perfectionism – they’re all characteristics that you’ll find in people who suffer from eating disorders. So … Continue reading Letting Go