Amy Roullier is a British writer and author of Silent Reflections of a Fragile Heart. Through her blog, she challenges the negative stereotypes surrounding being single, while candidly sharing her experiences with mental health, personal losses, and the complex, often misunderstood realities of adulthood.
I know that I should love my body for all that it is, and not over-ride how I look now with how I hope to look one day. But body acceptance is hard. A few years ago, I became very aware that this vessel has got to get me through another forty plus years. But I hadn’t treated it that well up to that point. I started considering nutrition and …
I keep coming across articles that say things like, ‘What not to wear after 30,’ ‘How to dress your age’, ‘The new ‘rules’ of getting dressed in your 30s,’ ‘Things to stop wearing after…’ But seriously, who makes these rules? This is not the 1950s and I’m not dead yet, so I’m wearing whatever makes me feel good. Clothing that absolutely feels right to me. Because finally at 37, I …
Periods. Yep, I said it. I’m slightly uneasy writing it, you’re probably a little uncomfortable reading it. But it is a totally natural process. Although one that somehow elicits these feelings of being wrong, shameful, or like you’re speaking out of turn for just mentioning the ‘P’ word out loud. So why am I writing about menstruation at all if it’s such a shameful and taboo subject? Because period-shame is …
This is a guest blog by Lisa Holmes: Chances are, if you are reading this you could be in your 30’s and thinking, “No, I’ve never thought about the menopause.” I hadn’t either. Before all of this I had never even heard of the term peri-menopause. Until I was in my late 30’s and various symptoms and ailments (some very odd) were beginning to appear. And now I’ve just celebrated my …
I turned 37 this week and I am growing more concerned every day with this mid-30s awkward aging process. There are lines on my forehead that don’t go away anymore. Aches in my joints that didn’t niggle a year ago. Those faint smile wrinkles seem now permanently engrained even when I’m pulling a resting bitch face. And the glow of my once youthful skin is looking a little more haggard every …
