The past 12 months have been somewhat eye-opening for me. The layer of naivety that once kept we warm at night has been ripped off without warning, leaving me exposed to the cold hard truth of the human race. I guess it had to happen some day. Does this unsettling degree of awareness make me an adult now? Who knows. I’m edging closer and closer to the quarter of a century milestone yet I feel as though I’ve only just accomplished standing on my own two feet. And even so, I feel vulnerable.
I’m often amused by my ambitious mindset. I woke up this morning, slightly disheartened as I realised that overnight, my body had been unforgivingly plagued with the seasonal snot-filled, sneeze-inducing […]
Until a couple of years ago, I was mildly allergic to sport and physical activity in general. It’s a miracle that I was able to maintain a petite figure, given […]
If the antarctic temperatures are dampening your mood and you’re contemplating proceeding as the bears do (hibernating for the season), allow me to convince you why winter isn’t so bad […]
As I approach my mid-twenties and hang up my shot glasses, I can’t help but reminisce on the #whitegirlwasted days. The nights of reclaimed confidence and stolen dignity, spiralling into […]
I’m not sure at what point of my life my excitement levels peaked at the idea of a brand new set of knives and plummeted at the thought of downing […]
Reality TV shows are wildly fascinating. Mostly rubbish. But fascinating. I’m ashamed to admit this, but lately, I’ve been foolishly drawn to the mad hype and the over-dramatised, cringe-worthy dialogue, […]