Beauty, sex and disability
This is kind of a part two to my previous piece on body image, health, and feminism. In that piece, I started to look at my beliefs about body image, where Continue Reading →
Category Archives: About illness
Food, fat and feminism: why eating is another fight
I think about food a lot. I love food. The fact that that feels like a guilty confession is one of the reasons I want to write about this.
Just play nice
I am exceedingly unkind to myself.
Finally… Diagnosis
Today I found out I have Ankylosing Spondylitis. Arthritis in my spine.
Stop telling me how to get well
Coconut water, oxygen chambers, rescue remedy, aquajogging, Vitamins A, B, K, and Zinc, more sleep, less sleep, kefir, raw food, cultured food, super greens, no greens, all greens.
What is pain?
I often talk about “my pain” and I know people probably wonder what I mean. What sort of pain? Where? What does it feel like? These are difficult questions to Continue Reading →
Depression and writers – the great myth of romantic pain
“Brilliance, it seems, is the product of a well-rested mind, not artistic all-nighters.”
Come into my cage
You probably read that title and thought “Um, no? I don’t want to?” Yeah. Cages aren’t fun. That’s what chronic illness is like.
Walking down the other street
It’s been a tough week. I’m on hiatus from most online activities at the moment, trying to give myself some headspace to do some thinking about… well, life, I guess.
‘A little kindness goes a long way’
Yesterday the Sunday Star Times picked up on a subject I’ve been banging on about for ages – the old “You don’t look sick” comment.