I was 11 or 12 when I logged into my first chatroom. I’d only just gotten the Internet, so besides flash games, animations on Newgrounds, and daily joke sites, I found the idea of speaking to people online very novel. I asked my mum if I could sign up and, unsurprisingly, she said no….so I…
Part 1 I’m not very motivated. To say so, in fact, would be an understatement; I have a tab on Firefox that’s been there since 2015, I don’t make food until my stomach’s been growling for at least two – maybe six – hours, and I actually started writing this post in January, so the…
On the desk opposite are a pile of letters. It started in May, when I moved into my flat, and I haven’t touched them …Well, that’s not entirely true, I shuffled them into a neater pile, but I haven’t opened them. I’m too busy thinking about: how much recycling I’ll need to do once I’ve…
Is this real life? In one of my closing therapy sessions, we were told to look at some pictures and comment on how they made us feel, or what we saw. For example, to accompany a picture of a lion, some of us wrote ‘scary’, one wrote ‘majestic’, someone even wrote ‘is going to eat…
Recently, one of my friends asked how I’m so comfortable being naked in front of new people. When I’m about to get undressed in front of someone for the first time, I pay little attention to what they’re going to think of me, I just get naked. In fact, if I’m thinking anything, it’s probably,…
I am a self-described Social Justice Warrior (SJW). What that means, to me, is that I try to be actively aware of and fight against oppressive thought, usually when it comes to minorities and hard-done-by groups. I used to struggle to see how that could ever be a bad thing, but SJWs who have the…
Something that I’ve had a chance to think about recently is this: we are all in charge of how we are perceived online, more so than in person. With the ability to delete or edit things in as little as a few seconds we firmly hold the reins attached to our online persona (this isn’t…
I’ve never had a good relationship with food. Ever since I was a baby and moved onto solids, the idea of food was never sold to me. All I knew was that I had to eat it, or I would ‘waste away’ as my mum would regularly say. I had to be scared or rewarded…
Small Woman, Big Voice 