Dear Me, I’m not too sure who I’m writing to. I’ve thought about it for almost a week now and I’m still not sure. As I sit and write this...

Dear 16 year old me, I’ve read many of these letters to peoples past selves and noticed that they give advice to their younger self. Don’...

Dear 11 year old me. Firstly, I want to let you know that you will move past your papa’s death. It’s horrible right now, I know, but thin...

You are the size of a poppy seed, before that the size of a pin head and before that a ball of cells. I read that on the Pampers website....

If you had told me last year that exercising would help my mental health, I would have politely told you to go away and that I didn’t nee...

O OCTOBER MEEK AND MILD HOW YOU SWOOPED IN UNWARE. SILVERY MIST IS HANGING LOW DRAPING OVER THE SHRUBBERY WILD. ALL OF A SUDDEN OCTOBER E...

I once lived in darkness Now there is light I never felt the power Now there is fight The smallest of changes No matter how slight Have c...

Losing weight has always been a vicious cycle for me. I try to lose weight, end up miserable and binge until I’m heavier than when I star...

Our twenties are always going to be that time of our lives for the exploration of our ‘true selves’. Maybe not in the totally zen way tha...

Everything was mortifying. If I wasn’t myself mortified, I was mortified for the girls around me. I noticed it more in secondary school—t...

It’s 12:30 am. Syd is sprawled out on her bed, naked apart from a wireless cotton bra, sweating onto her freshly cleaned white linen bed ...

The way the houses all sat on top of one other reminded her of some quirky iPhone game where you had to pile blocks as high as you could w...

I can picture it. My fingers hitting the keys on the keyboard. I’ve many a thought swirling about in my head – a plethora of words gather...

I copped this idea from a post I saw on Instagram, but, it’s true, Bridget Jones was not overweight - Bridget Jones was scarcely a whole ...

I sit anguished and confused Having grown up in a world Where wearing melanin invites abuse. My own mother for one Struggling always with...

I’m writing an email to my creative writing tutor. It says, I think I might quit writing. I’m not exactly sure what the purpose of the em...

A match is struck A fire returns Flames have ignited and burns within. The colour of our skin Cannot be changed Chosen, selected or excha...

Having just began reading Dolly Alderton’s Everything I Know About Love, I’ve began to wonder, what do I know about love? At 22, one woul...

Well, today’s the day! We’ve been working hard behind the scenes to get The House of Revolution up and running and our launch has finally...

Throughout my teenage years I have learned more about being a woman than anything else – and that’s with over five years of studying. I’v...

I sit in my car looking out the window knowing what is about to happen. The rain interrupted the silence. I’m numb. I feel exhausted and w...