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Not Just Pretty

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When I was a little girl, I wanted to be told I was pretty. I think it came from a place of not beingĀ quiteĀ sure; it came from a place of wanting to be told that I was more than I was, somehow. I’ve spoken in the past about growing up with a beautiful mother, and about the pressure I felt…

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Bubbles of Excitement

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I said something last week that I’m not particularly proud of. During a moment of self-pity when I was bemoaning the tragedy of my life (as I put it so eloquently during that particular moment), and complaining to one of my best friends that I was surely beset with misfortune as I had not yet managed to have a child…

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Children Are More Important Than Guns

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I have made my hatred for guns clear, but apart from watching ‘Bowling for Columbine‘, and feeling sad/shocked/horrified about the various gun-related tragedies that seem to consistently target the people of the United States, I’ve never quite voiced my opinion of US gun culture. Let me change that. I don’t think that the right to bear arms is more important…

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Fattists Not Welcome

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When my godsonā€™s seven year old sister Anaina visited her best friend J a couple of days ago, she was expecting to just be a seven year old and hang out with her friend. She was looking forward to playing with J, showing her the new present her uncle had bought her, and hanging out. But when she went back…

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More! More babies!

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I’d be happy to have one child. I think everyone who reads this blog has sort of realised that by now. One child to call me mum. I’m also not sure how I’d react to anyone telling me to ‘have more babies’. Yet, I see that sort of thing all the time. Recently, a friend’s birth announcement announcing the birth…

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Little Girls Don’t Have ‘Boyfriends’

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I was at the beach the other day, pushing my toes into the sand and reading a book, when a family of four arrived and parked right next to me. Now, I’m not anti-social. So I didn’t mind that from all the empty bits of beach to choose from, they chose the bit next to me. I quite like people,…

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For The Love Of A Child

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When I was out running errands yesterday I stopped for a cup of coffee and a calming piece of biscotti in one of my favouriteĀ cafĆ©s.Ā I wasn’t feeling particularly interested enough in humanity yesterday to indulge in my favouriteĀ cafĆ© pastime of people watching, and I wasn’t interested in the various newspapers that hung temptingly on the newspaper stand beside the revolving…

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Settle down, your life is over.

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I find that I’m unusually contented with my lot lately. It’s not rare for me to go through periods of contentment where I am happy to go through my day doing my work, and living my quiet life. But underneath that contentment there’s always a fire, a perennial longing to do today all the things I want someday. I’ve learned…

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