If I was a character in a movie it would look different. This white girl of privlidge's heartbreak crisis would just look different. I would cry with mascara on, and yet my skin would still glow and my eyes would have that wet look that bleeds sadness interwoven with hope. My hair would shine and … Continue reading Sparkly shoes and a bottle of vodka
Superheroes and a Domestic Goddess
I’m wearing an apron. I’ve been in the kitchen and on the vacuum cleaner for most of the day and right now, to look at me, my domestic goddess nature is clear and obvious. My sheets are on the clothesline and today I even washed the doona cover. I am clearly, observably, recognizably domestically talented. … Continue reading Superheroes and a Domestic Goddess
Feedback
I know that sitting on the couch right now is a bad idea. It's 8.30pm and I know that sitting cross legged on the couch could possibly be the difference between being able to sit on the toilet in the morning and making it to the car. It hurts. Everything hurts and right now, it's … Continue reading Feedback
Losing your Undies
I've got a secret. It's not a huge one. It's not an obscure growth that will make me instaneously wealthy but slightly disgusting and it's not some weird fetish about hirsuite men with pot bellies. (You already know about that one) It's so much smaller than that and about as signifcant as toothpaste. I am … Continue reading Losing your Undies
Fat Girl Exile
Every single day my Facebook feed is bombarded with 'love the fatgirl' slogans. Bloggers, self help experts, body acceptance typography feeds my soul with all of the stuff I've wanted people to say to me since I was little. I've been a fat girl all my life. For as long as I can remember I … Continue reading Fat Girl Exile
7 Days at a Time
One of the smartest women I know told me the secret to the universe yesterday. 'Seven days at a time,' she said. Seven Days... This is not a creepy reenactment of The Ring and I don't think Samara is going to come crawling through my television set. This is where I go after one. One … Continue reading 7 Days at a Time
Not Part of the Plan
I just did the scariest thing I think I’ve ever done. I’ve never liked theme parks. I like dagwood dogs, churros and hotdogs – all of which are theme park related, but when it comes to rides, I’m petrified. What I just did is scarier than any theme park ride I’ve ever considered not riding.In … Continue reading Not Part of the Plan
Poppies and Red Lipstick
For the last ten weeks of term, I had been conducting a social experiment. Being a 'big girl' (thank you Macklemore for making us all so sassy) dressing has always taken a little consideration. Being 'on trend' or wearing what the skinny girls wear is not always possible. Well, it is possible but I avoid … Continue reading Poppies and Red Lipstick
If you are the one then I am the Chinese Jeebus
I have finally stumbled across 'If You are the One' on SBS. If I wasn't depressed about finding a PDD, then I certainly am now. For those of you who have missed it, think Perfect Match with twenty-four women minus a loveable robot named Dexter. One man stands in front of said women and as … Continue reading If you are the one then I am the Chinese Jeebus
Dear Universe
Just cut me some fucking slack. C'mon, I mean really! I know that we all make some shit decisions. I know that the world owes us absolutely nothing and I know that being a functioning human does not mean we deserve the love of another. But honestly universe! Come the fuck on. Take your … Continue reading Dear Universe
life in big frilly knickers 