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A letter to 22 year old me (from 23 year old me)

It gets better. There’s much more to it than just that of course, but that’s the main point I want you to take from this letter.   Right now you’re probably working until 8pm because even though you’ve been promoted, you’re still working your old shifts. You usually get picked up by him. No doubt… Continue reading A letter to 22 year old me (from 23 year old me)

20s · feminism · ramble · reflecting · self love · sex · twenties

On being broody and not wanting kids (yet)

I shouldn’t have to apologise for being broody. No one should. My body is designed to carry small humans, it’s designed to bring them into this world, to feed them. My body wants to have babies. It reminds my mind of this by pushing up my sex drive. It punishes me for staying childless by… Continue reading On being broody and not wanting kids (yet)