Part 2 is here, and Katie is sharing her go-to tips and advice for how to reduce the UTI burn.
I had my first UTI at aged 2 and a half, and ever since then I’ve continued to have the same problems. UTI’s have become a constant in my life, and this is my journey of diagnosis and medication.
This personal essay is a series of endings and beginnings, a reflection of past moments, coming to term with change and the complexities of intimacy without physical touch.
When out walking the dog, what happens if a stranger says hello? What if they try to push the conversation, and won’t stop? This is poem that discusses the strangely guilty feeling we have when we don’t feel safe in the persistent company of a stranger on the street.
Esme Michaela writes about how diet culture and the portrayal of slim-bodied women on screen fed into the expectations she had of her own body since childhood, and shares her journey to recovery and bodily freedom.
Over the past few months I have indulged in my anxiety. I have always found it difficult to leave the house on a ‘normal’ day, feeling cemented to the front doorstep for reasons I can’t explain. The introduction of lockdown brought with it the perfect excuse: I am not allowed to go outside.
Have you ever avoided a particular place, perhaps a bar or a venue, maybe at a specific time, because you consciously or subconsciously associate it to a particular person, one you’d rather not see? We’re definitely guilty of it.
This list of resources has been compiled to help those affected by sexual assault and abuse, with additional educational resources for people supporting them.
What we would like to do here is encourage everyone who can to have a look at the following links to see how you can aid the Black Lives Matter movement. Only through committing to long-term action will we move towards change.
Welcome to the first edition of The Period Party, a series created to celebrate all things period. To kick-start the party we discuss our first periods and what it would be like if we had thrown ourselves a party to celebrate them.
One of the places I find solace during this crisis is in the kindness of strangers and the small things you can do each day to make a difference.
You might occasionally return to a place you went to with someone you used to date. A memory of the moment will come forth, unable to pass up the opportunity to remind you that it still exists, a bit like the boy who texts “hey, how are you?” when you haven’t spoken for two years.
A beast in his lair, flatmate from hell, in a pit of despair.
Personal space is something we all have a right to and even more so during a time of social distancing. As we are spending more of our hours indoors, anxiety of the outside is increasing and we need to be more mindful of how we conduct ourselves in public spaces.
This is a personal essay looking back on a moment of invaded personal space.
It’s week 5 for Katie and Nikitah, and it involves eggs, spiders and tie-dyeing items of clothing.
Eyelashes taped down, eyelids clamped open, vision bathed in a blur of anaesthetic drops; the current situation had quickly escalated the ranks to join the top five most unpleasant moments of my life.
I woke up this morning fresh and early. I had just about summoned the energy to get up, start the weekend and be ‘productive,’ when suddenly shit hits the fan.
The days and weeks blur into one as my body clock struggles to adjust to the eternal recess we are living in. Each day is either a Monday or a Sunday.
Welcome to this special edition weekly diary, isolation-style. Here we follow the highs and lows of life during what future history textbooks will refer to as the year the world ran out of toilet roll.