The Politics of Food, and Why I Hate Sachets

Note: this post contains sensitive material related to body image and eating disorders.


Home is Where the Heart is

Fitting everything I thought I’d need for my first year of university into a handful of boxes, bin liners and one trusty blue bag from Ikea, I remember moving into my university accommodation with the unshakeable feeling that I’d left something behind. As it turned out, I had forgotten numerous things – my ID among…

New Beginnings

I was adamant that my first post would be about hot chocolate – and I’m sure you’d expect no less, given the title of this blog.¬†Instead, I’m going to be introducing myself by talking about something much more personal, namely living with mental illness. I have anxiety. I live with it, I suffer from it,…