Weird and wonderful |

Weird and wonderful

By Maddy

I was bullied pretty much my whole way through primary and senior school for being ‘different’; I hit puberty first and was ‘bigger’ and bustier than the other girls my age. I went through a series of weight gains and losses trying to cope with what I was experiencing.


My sense of home comes from within |

My sense of home comes from within

I was born in Xi’an China where the Terracotta Warriors are. When I was a child, I went to 9 different primary schools in 3 different countries (China, Canada, Australia). In 2013, I packed all my belongings in 2 suitcases and moved to London permanently from San Francisco.


I am ok |

I am ok

By Alice M

I have never felt like I loved myself, even liked myself. Growing up, I was constantly picked apart by my mother telling me I was too big, too thin or that I looked like my male cousin (which as a pubescent girl wasn't something that I wanted to hear). Nothing was ever right.


What if this wasn't a dress rehearsal? |

What if this wasn't a dress rehearsal?

By Alexx

Finding out I had a brain tumor at 31, losing the ability to speak. This wasn't the plan. To have surgery a year later and learn new words to describe my body; long, clinical words that made my body sound faulty, ill, wrong, different, that wasn't in the script either.


Queerly Autistic and Autistically Queer |

Queerly Autistic and Autistically Queer

By A.M.

I'm Autistic. The A-word. Capital' A' Autistic. No, I'm not good at science, and I won't even begin with how poor I am at maths. I can't predict how a game of Blackjack is going to turn out: if I could, I wouldn't be stuck with nearly this much in student-loans. I'm also Queer, in many senses of the word.


Who I am |

Who I am

By Liz

The words I used to define myself are many and varied: Radiation protection scientist, principal investigator, researcher. Leader, manager, colleague. Wife, mother, lover. Vegan, runner. A non-drinker (just now). Extrovert. Good intentions, kind, easily riled. Not great at recycling, but trying. Happy, some of the time.


Being vulnerable so I can help others |

Vulnérable afin d'aider les autres

By Naomi N.

Ce n’est que l’année dernière que je me suis sentie capable de parler ouvertement et parfois même avec confiance de mon passé à quiconque autre que des professionnels. Je n'ai pas peur de partager mon histoire, aussi vulnérable me rende t-elle. Donner de la lumière à nos expériences, aussi difficiles soient-elles, est une façon d'aider les autres à surmonter leurs propres combats. Je n'ai rien à perdre. J'ai donc décidé que je ne cacherais plus rien; Je ne peux pas changer ce qui s'est passé, mais je peux certainement changer la façon dont cela m'affecte aujourd'hui. Cela m'a donné un énorme sentiment d'appartenance: ce «secret» ne me possède plus, ce n'est plus quelque chose que je dois essayer de cacher.


Life's glimmering moments of understanding |

Life's glimmering moments of understanding

By Lena

2020 has been difficult for everyone, without a doubt. Definitely, a year to remember but also one I would eagerly forget. For me, it started with the abortion of an unplanned pregnancy. My long-term partner and I didn't feel like it was the right moment for us to start a family. Days after, he was diagnosed with a rare type of cancer, and the fight for his life began. Within weeks we heard of the global pandemic making its way to the UK. As if that wasn't enough to pull the rug from under my feet, I also had to deal with the sudden news of my partner's infidelities. 


Sexy without your permission |

Sexy without your permission

By Naomi C.

I had always feared sexy underwear. A bit of fabric. I felt embarrassed trying to wear something which hadn’t been made with a curvy insecure woman in mind. I thought I had to change myself. Methods throughout my early twenties included eating disorders, exercise abuse and self-hatred. Painful beliefs about myself were burned into my thought processes during broad daylight via ‘normal’ relationships and daily media bombardment.


Smile Love |

Smile Love

By Liv

How many times in a day does being a woman fuck with your job? I don't know about other industries or what it's like to work in them, but after nearly ten years in the one I've landed – buckle up, kids, it's storytime.


I thought stability meant playing it safe |

I thought stability meant playing it safe

By Nanou

I thought stability meant playing it safe and commitment meant forever - and that was unacceptable. I committed to deviate from life-long safety and found stability in books and the idea of adventure. It was settled, in my childhood brain, I had projects (Novelist/ Performer/ Arctic explorer) to see through. 


Towards other-motherhood |

Towards other-motherhood

By Hannah

In October 2019, I was diagnosed with premature ovarian failure and was told that I had gone through menopause. I am 33 now and was 32 then. None of my friends is experiencing anything like this, and I sometimes feel like that word "failure".