Public Battles, Private Warscame about by accident. I was researching another story idea when I came across an image of a group of women marching down a suburban street. They carried a banner: Barnsley Women Against Pit Closures. Continue reading →
I’m in my 30’s and I’ve been married for 4 years now, so people are totally comfortable asking ‘when will you have babies?’ which I always find a bit strange because it feels like they’re saying ‘tell me about your fanny’
As a woman in her early twenties, I have the common sense of a toddler and the get-up-and-go of a teenage boy. However, I do wish I were politically active; I dream of quoting philosophers instead of The Simpsons and I long to coherently express rage at social injustices instead of stuffing my gob with food.
So, you think you’re fat?
You hate your midriff right?
You think all anyone sees is those wobbly bits?
You’re depressed because you were a skinny kid and now you’re growing up and your belly’s growing too.