I have no idea what I'm doing, and thats okay.

The older I get, the less I know what im doing.

At least that’s how it feels sometimes.

There may (will) be some people reading this that will understand this feeling completely, but remember you aren’t alone. We aren’t in school anymore where we must know what we are doing with our lives and how we are going to get there, with each step meticulously planned out.

Life doesn’t work that way and never will, there will be twists and turns and bumps in the road that you wont see coming; it will change what you want, and what you have.

But remember, that’s okay.

Dear Daughter

Dear Daughter,

You aren’t much of a thought yet or a twinkle in anyone’s eye, but there are a few things I want you to know, and a few promises I would like to make.

I promise that whenever I step on the scales I will smile and laugh, and tell you that a number doesn’t matter. Because it doesn’t.  How much you weigh isn’t an indicator of your intelligence, your kindness, your strength or your determination.

I promise that I won’t be going from diet to diet, following fads like I did as a teen. I’ll tell you the truth about the models in magazines: it’s not all real.

'Can journalists have tattoos?'

Out of sheer curiosity, I decided to type the phrase ‘can journalists have tattoos?’ into Google.

Okay, maybe not only out of curiosity. There is perhaps a touch of paranoia in there too. That possibly the tiny red lines on my little fingers will hinder me from getting a job, or that by putting my hair up to reveal the tattoo on the back of my neck I somehow would then be unable to do said job correctly.

How you can help someone coping with an eating disorder over the holidays.

It’s Christmas Eve and tomorrow is the big day! Yes, another year has passed us by and Christmas day is right around the corner, I’d like to take a moment to think about those struggling with eating disorders over this festive period. Picture this scenario:

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