Update….

Dinner was not a burger.

Help!

My friend Carrie and I are at Renew Fitness Retreat in Hereford. They are working our ARSES!!

Just did an afternoon of boxing and running. It hurt. About to go on a three hour hike.

VERY healthy food.

Vagacial. Yeah, thats what I said.

This is an article I wrote for Cosmo a few months ago. We had to edit it down for the mag, but here is the origional. Will post the copy that was published too. It is often interesting to see the process  x x x x x

As the plane touched down in San Fransisco I discreetly pulled my jeans away from my tummy and looked down into my knickers. As I sat in seat 23 E staring quizzically at my groin I wondered what on earth I was about to put it through. I was on my way for a Vagacial, the latest beauty fad to hit California.

Was this to be yet another procedure I would have to add to my already crazy list of things to do to make me body beautiful? Don’t we have enough to worry about already with our waxing, manicures and threading? And I don’t know about you but since anal bleaching came along I barely have time in my diary for anything else!! However, always on the look out for exciting new ways to make me feel good I felt impelled to give it a go.

Those special friendships outside of friendships and relationships

I was having a couple of drinks with my friend Mari last night, and it made me realize how important friends that are not really a part of your social life are. They are even better than being friends with people you work with, because friends that you have independently from your friends and away from work, are people with whom you can be 100% yourself.

Whenever I see Mari she tells me all about her life and I tell her all about mine. In many ways we might know more about each other than any of our closer friends do because we don’t have any politics to deal with.

My life in Periods…Part Three

The pain that can be affiliated with your period can be crippling. I escaped this for the first few years – which I am grateful for, as a throbbing womb with the mad moments might have resulted in certain insanity by my 15^th birthday. However, when I was 16 I experienced period pain for the first time and I am not exaggerating when I say that if I can get through what I got through that day then childbirth will be a synch. It was when the pain started to be a part of it all that I opened up a lot. I couldn’t hide what was happening because I needed help. My aunty, my teachers, people on the street…when the throb struck I would go to anyone but anyone for a hot water bottle. I was shameless, but I was still yet to go into a shop and buy my own tampons. I know. I know. So odd!