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GULP
I wrote this for the launch of GULP, a new zine telling the stories of LGBTQ+ people with eating disorders. You can download it for free here. This the first time I have been this honest, open and raw about my own disordered eating. Tangled. Complicated. Confusing....
a COVID-19/Ramadan/everyday* manifesto
*delete as appropriate It’s okay and normal to do nothing right now. I am never doing nothing; I am processing, reacting, responding constantly. One day try and do nothing. Fuck being productive; productivity is driven by capitalism. Don’t feel guilty about what...
A Soothing COVID-19/Ramadan Resource List
There are so many links, lists and resources out there to look after ourselves during this covid-19 pandemic - this one is no different nor is it complete. I just wanted somewhere to put all the things I found myself sharing often, mostly nice things, not all related...
Lunch Hour
It’s my lunch hour so I go for a walk among the locals. It’s Hounslow high street and not that you could tell but lunch hour is over and not that you could tell but I skipped breakfast and I got up late and I stormed out of the house to escape, find space and breathe....
Glitter and Goodbyes
Tuesday 31st March was my last day at Allsorts Youth Project. I have been there for 14 months, working with a fantastic team of staff and volunteers and a wonderful community of LGBTU (Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Unsure) youth from 16-26 years old. There was...
Body Dysmorphia, Honestly
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to be thin. Well, technically, I’ve wanted to be thin since I realised I wasn’t going to be a boy. So I guess for as long as I’ve realised I was female, I’ve wanted to be thin. I didn’t know that back then though. I...
Chest(less) Dysphoria
I call them my tits because that’s what they are. I hate them. I hate my tits. I’m scared of what will happen without them. After getting used to them for so long, flattened, pressed hard, tight around my ribs, black elastic wrapping my torso. That’s what my chest...
This is for you
It doesn’t matter if I’ve lived with you, it doesn’t matter if I know you as a friend of a friend, it doesn’t even matter if we’re not in the same social groups anymore – friendships can get complicated. It doesn’t matter that you know me by Smash, or even if you know...