A response to Kim Kardashian's toxic behaviour, in which I promote self love and the instinct of intuitive eating.
The world of dramatherapy is not something I've ever found myself delving into, be it as a reader or a patient myself. When I heard of 'Before You Let the Sun In (and other dramatherapeutic stories)' I was automatically itrigued. Would it be fiction? A biography? How was I going to be gripped into a… Continue reading Before You Let The Sun In: Intimate Dramatherapy shared with the world (Ian Robertson and Katerina Courocli-Robertson).
It's Tuesday, and here on Stories Can Make Us Fly, I'm bringing you my first of a seven part series of posts called 'Tattoo Talks'. This series will incorporate everything from keeping it cruelty free with tattoos and aftercare, the process, my artists experiences and much more. But, today, on this fine Tuesday afternoon, I'm… Continue reading Tattoo Talks: I’M TATTED (01×01: My Tattoos)
I first heard about ‘Learning To Love The Girl In The Mirror’ a while before I was approached about joining the blog tour. As soon as I saw it, I knew that it would be a book I was going to pick up as soon as I got my hands on it. I don’t know… Continue reading Learning To Love The Girl In The Mirror – Helena Grace Donald (BLOG TOUR)
There is one phrase I live by when times are tough; "Nourish your soul." Primarily, I began to use this for bopo purposes, in the sense of 'nourish your body', without allowing it to be exclusive; because when the ED hits and thoughts are spiralling round, nourishing your body can seem like a toxic idea.… Continue reading Nourish your feed, nourish your soul: #SockItToEatingDisorders
26th February marked the beginning of a very important week; Eating Disorder Awareness Week. If you don't do anything else this week, I ask just one thing of you: To be aware. Not everyone will be comfortable enough to share their stories. Not everyone will have the emotional energy- whether it's the ED that sucks… Continue reading On Eating Disorder Awareness Week, be aware.
Tick, tick- Two years since I knew something wasn't right, I knew- just not what. I thought I deserved it. Deserved what? What was wrong? Two years since I cried, I cried, I cried until my sadness, my hatred turned to sheer emptiness- a void (where a whole heart should have been). You were my… Continue reading Tick, tick (the unspoken)