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 […]