Emma Auld

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January 2021. How did that one happen? A full year passed, just like that. A full year older, yet none the wiser. A full year getting to...

Why do you label me with those eyes? Don’t you know that I am that bold, strong grounded queen? This world attacks, always comes with...

“I can’t do this anymore…..” I sobbed down the phone to my mum in a hospital corridor. Why? I don’t know. I probably waited too long in...

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....

Dear Me, This seems like a perfectly fitting time to write this. Right now, I’m scouring the internet for a hint, a clue, a point in the...

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...

I was so looking forward to turning 17. I could start my driving lessons, I was going into my final year of high school and I could...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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

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...

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...

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...