The Radical Act of Self-Acceptance
I undressed for bed and looked at myself. Really looked. Why are hotel lights so unforgiving? I saw a bloated stomach from the evening meal, bulges under bra straps, thighs with slightly dimpled skin. And my pores … I hadn’t noticed how big they’d gotten, or how dull my hair looked in the light.
The Stranger I'll Never Forget
A couple of years ago, I spent three months travelling around Costa Rica. I had wanted to visit the tiny Central American country for years. It called to me. The mangroves, the cloud forests, the beaches. I wanted to swim in extinct volcano craters. I wanted to watch capuchin monkeys swinging in the treetops above me whilst I sunbathed. I wanted an adventure.