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.
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.
An inner wine glass pocket in the jacket of a suit is an innovation that future me would have found aspirational, but 19-year-old me was shocked it was something a grown man would employ, especially at 7pm on a weekday.
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.