I was an incredibly emotional child. I would cry at the slightest unnerving thing in a movie, cry when my parents went to the shop without me, bite down on my bed sheets if I got frustrated, get really excited at the slightest amount of attention — the list goes…

In the (mostly) least sexual way possible, no one looks better than when they are just out of the shower. Though I often equate it with being an incredible waste of time, I always find myself enamoured by my own reflection afterwards. I look clean, I look poised, I look…

sometime this summer, i won’t feel dread when i wake up and see the sun. i will instead message my friend and see if they want to meet for a walk in the park. maybe a picnic too. i will listen to new music, bake new treats and be so…

I’m so tired of being so aware of making others uncomfortable. I’m tired of having to explain myself and my conditions — of having to use flowery language or express it in a way that makes others understand in the most basic sense. Pain isn’t a comfortable topic of conversation…

I’ve never really felt like I had much ownership over my body. I always felt as though it belonged to something else. I was diagnosed with a lot of health issues very early into my teens and from that point on, my body became a vessel that only seemed to…

Being sick is a lot of things. It comes in the physical form of strong pain, discomfort, reactions to new medication — all of which seem somewhat to be the easiest part to handle. But, it’s so much more than that. It’s the laugh along with your doctor when they…

Love is perhaps the hardest thing I have ever tried to wrap my head around. Love for a partner, my friends, myself. It comes in so many different forms that I don’t think any of us have even began to understand. Let’s start with romantic love. I don’t think I…

Oh, me? Talking about being sick again — who’d have though? I often try to think about what the worst part about having coeliac disease is. Is it the stomach aches? Not being able to eat anything I want? The constant nausea? The needing to double the amount of time…

‘This is going to be MY summer.’ Coming of age movies are often misleading. I’m half way through my final summer as a teenager and what do I have to show for it? From the age of 12, I began to dread every summer that would come. This was mainly…