I LOVE female relationships. I love sleepover rituals of face masks & Love Island reruns, the unspoken solidarity of passing a tampon to a girl in a pub toilet.
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I went to the local shop today to put on my gas & electric. As I was paying, I reached tentatively towards a display box of Malteaser Reindeer and subsequently knocked the whole display into the floor. Chocolate deer splayed out across the tiled floor like a delicious festive massacre. I could immediately feel the tears welling up in my eyes.
Allow me to paint you a picture—you walk down endless aisles of children's toys, shelves laden with white Barbie dolls, fake pastel makeup, and toy kitchens, tell me—what might your young daughter consider about herself? What would a WOC and her child consider about themselves? I imagine the interpretations would be entirely different, and it's that perception of difference between us which is why I need modern feminism.
During my 11 years of trying to navigate and understand my own mental health, I have become frustrated when my anxiety doesn’t always translate directly as nerves. We all know that emotions are never black & white, so here are a few examples of what my anxiety can appear as.
I am certainly no stranger to the black dog appearing in my life. I've also watched my loved ones suffer in silence because, often, people don't know how to reach out and help them in a constructive way. Here's five simple methods to support your loved ones through hard times.