As a young girl, I spent most of my childhood fascinated by my body, stunned that it could turn scrapes into scabs, run up hills and chase boys around the playground. But then puberty happened and the body that was once my friend, became an unknown enemy of sorts. I matured early, which mean... read more

My thighs are too big.  Not fat, but too muscular.  I look like a runner, not a ballet dancer.  My rib cage is too wide.  No matter how thin I get, the circumference of my ribs is still too big, and I can’t change that.  My legs are too short.  My torso is too l... read more

I shave my legs, and I don’t usually give it much thought. And it’s not just shaving I endure as my duty, and it’s not just me who mindlessly follows the rituals of modern-day womanhood. Few of us outwardly question why we offer our consent through tacit compliance to wax, alter, bleach, push ... read more

Living by the beach, it is always really exciting when the first wave of Summer heat hits and the chance to spend evenings at the beach and eat in the garden is very inviting. It seems a shame then that inevitably when the sun comes out mid-May, I’m generally struck with the same panic... read more

Years ago, I used to think I was fat, obese even. Every night, I would take five One-A-Day Weight Smart pills, do over one thousand crunches and look at myself in the mirror with disgust. “My butt is too big”, “my thighs are huge” and “does my stomach seriously poke ... read more

I am a woman and I love being a woman. I love manicures, perfume and eyeliner. However, I also love sports, action films and motorcycles. There is a very feminine side to me as well as a very non-feminine side, and as I grew older, I learned how to accept and balance both sid... read more