Fat Girl Exercising Hello my lovelies, my name is Gemma and I am fat. “Nooooo, don’t call yourself that!” I hear you cry, “You are beautiful.” And that I am! This may sound conceited but, like every other wonderful human creature, I am beautiful and the fact that I am fat doesn’t make these […]
“Welcome to BoPovia.” The giant, illuminated sign read… Sophie and Sea Mist approached a beautiful, sprawling underwater metropolis, with coloured lights and a magical, glittering aura. As they ventured forward the Mermaids, Mermen and Merpeople, came swimming out to greet them. The Merpeople were a glorious spectrum, all different shapes, colours, sizes and abilities. […]
Not a “Real” Woman Hi I’m Holly. I am 32, a mum to 3 little girls and I weigh 48kgs. I’m about 5 foot 4, so technically classed as underweight by Doctors, nurses, most medical practitioners and the like. I’ve actually put on about 3kgs recently too! I have spent my entire life being accused […]
Mental Health Awareness Week I’m sure this is the week I’m supposed to be being all positive and promoting Mental Health Awareness, especially as the main focus this year is Body Image. I should be all over this right? But tonight I cried. I cried so hard and blew snot all over Husbandface. Poor Husbandface. […]
Dear Lovelies, (and you are just that … lovely) I’m writing this to you as a teacher, a friend, a body positive activist and as someone who has been a teenager (and a fully grown assed lady) with serious body issues. I want to talk to you about my experience, my history and my present […]
So, after my fateful meeting with Duncan Goodhew and the most mortifying picture of me as a tubby little kid feeling desperately self conscious, my relationship with swimwear was set in stone. It was the absolute devil. It was a small shiny bit of fabric designed to make me hate my body and envy […]
MRS TWIT v SUCK YOU IN PANTS I don’t know if anyone else has this thought process. Try outfit on, inspect butt, back, front etc in the bright, cold harsh lighting of a retail changing room and immediately go into a spiral of self-loathing. The outfit could look banging but those bastarding cubicles of doom, […]
Since I started this whole journey, I have begged my mum to dig out the above picture. I remember it so well, Pontins Camber Sands, indoor pool and we were going swimming. My mum wanted me to wear my blue and black striped and polka dot bikini. I remember not being impressed about it […]
The 90s During the late 90s as I was heading off to university, my mum and I were involved in doing charity work. We went out to an orphanage in Romania to take out aid, as well as throwing Christmas parties for the youngsters. It was an incredibly eye opening experience, coming from my […]