Archives for posts with tag: self love

Christmas treats and a cup of tea.

Married at First Sight.

Looking after myself – buying food, cleaning the bathroom, buying moisturiser, cooking soup.

A morning message from James asking how I am. That was really appreciated.

A short self love yoga with lots of massaging of shoulders and feet. Plus some freestyle yoga afterwards.


The long awaited canals meeting is over! A big smile of relief to tick that one off.

Delicious bread with olives in. I love olive bread.

A massage with Joy

Self love life drawing. Drawing. And being drawn.

Doing a second pose that wasn’t so scrunched up.

Letting myself walk calmly down Oxford St.

Getting a gold star for data protection.

A lovely email from another woman who has felt so self-conscious about her labia but now feels a bit better thanks to my site and Insta.

A person in my book with a spy name of FANY. It just made me laugh.

My strangely patterned avocados.

A quiet haircut, whilst it rained outside.

Discovering Bridget Jones’s Diary in the house. I’ve been wanting to watch this for weeks! Enjoyed with two slices of warm banana bread, smothered in Malteaser spread. Happy Sunday!

This is a bit of a special one off post. Last year I decided to write down all the new things I did in 2016. Partly this is because it’s good to recognise and celebrate the new things you do in your life, just like it’s going to recognise and celebrate the things that make you smile. Partly it was because I’d just broken up with my boyfriend of 6 and a half years and I needed to remind myself that I was strong and I was doing new, exciting things by myself. 

Some were exciting – I went skiing. I went on holiday to Toulouse by myself. I performed on stage with Sister Sledge. I went on my first internet date. I walked up Ben Nevis at night. 

Some were less exciting but still new experiences. I ate a fresh fig. I bought a wig. I drank bubble tea. I watched Gogglebox.

And some were just silly. I washed and cut off some of my pubic hair in the Southbank Centre as part of an art project for Women of the World festival. I cleaned stairs with a toothbrush. I waxed off my moustache. 

In all, I did 78 new things in 2016. And reading back through them makes me smile so much.  I’m proud of myself. And I’m impressed. Maybe this year I’ll do 80 new things. Maybe I won’t. But at least I’m here, giving everything a go.