The stand-out memories of my childhood growing up in the late nineties are peppered with swapping Pokemon cards in the playground, then going home and watching Robot Wars and Top Of The Pops on our boxy, black TV set. Mum meticulously tied my hair in scrunchies that matched my dresses and I happily trotted about… Continue reading Time-warp Culture: why Millennials are finding comfort in the old.
Despite the fact that the rain is hammering against my window as I type this, it is Summer. Unbelievably, the season of the ‘Summer Body’ is upon us, and I’ve just inhaled a sizable portion of spaghetti hoops on toast with a nice big brew to supplement it. My morning has been spent on emails,… Continue reading Is your body a ‘beach body?’ Yes, it is.
Yesterday, I spent the day lounging on the grass of my uni’s running track, soaking up the sun and listening to my friend flick through her Spotify playlist. The night before, I drank cider and played football (badly, on my part) until it got dark and cold outside – and it was great. This is… Continue reading I’m A Terrible Teenager.
Let’s talk about bra-shopping. But specifically, bra-shopping for us ‘busty’ lasses. Urgh. The mere mention of it brings war-flashbacks of claustrophobic changing rooms, unflattering florescent lighting and a sea of beige, beige and beige boob-slings that would rather suit being strapped to the back of a parachutist. After all, the search for the perfect bra is… Continue reading Big Boobs: The Great British Bra Hunt
University, believe it or not, is incredibly stressful. Despite the call of freedom, the promise of take-out every other night and the lure of £2 doubles, mental health problems such as anxiety and depression are more likely to be diagnosed in people aged 18 to 24 – which conveniently whacks those of us studying at Uni… Continue reading Six Tips for Coping With Anxiety at University
I didn’t get ID’d for wine the other day. Not a single batted eyelid from the cashier, as he handed me my Argentinian bottle of plonk and chatted to me about Revels (did you know they’ve been around for 40 years?) Honestly, 16-year old me would be so impressed. Not only do I no longer… Continue reading How to be a ‘grown-up…’
I could wax on and on about the woes of being ‘curvy.’ Seriously. In a world where I once got stuck by the hips in a National Trust stone passage, (which was far from hilarious at the time) I think I’m more than allowed to have a gripe. If anything, the most irritating thing about… Continue reading The Struggles of a ‘Curvy Girl’