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I’ve decided that instead of saying “oh, my skin is so bad at the moment”, I’m going to refer to my skin as morally reprehensible.

I spent such a long time telling myself that my body is not a battlefield. I let my body process trauma in the way it needed to, comforting myself with the words “my body is not a battlefield”.

This week, a chap has emailed into the show with this catastrophic problem:

“My wife doesn’t like it when I call her mum, even after twenty years of me doing it.”

Well, duh.

It’s day 4896 of my period. I am uncomfortable as hell, and I really don’t want to be using pads at the moment, partly because I have acne between my butt cheeks (delightful) and am feeling rather how I imagine how babies feel when they get nappy rash. In other words, it’s not good, my…

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

It’s not even November, and yet the insidious pre-Christmas diet peddlers are out in force.

I saw a photo of myself at a networking event, and my first thought was THIS IS NOT GOOD. I look enormous. And I was confused, because I don’t *feel* enormous, and I don’t see myself that way when I look in the mirror. I was genuinely confused: my brain was having a proper “does…

Dear few who read this blog, I must share with you a little story I heard earlier this evening. My MFEOBFF (made for each other best friend forever) and I met for a little dinner and a catch up this evening. After a lot of dinner, the Mandy Moo shared with me that today she…