I don’t know about you, but I hate receiving sales emails in my inbox, they are deleted without even reading (unless we are talking about clothing sales, because those are immediately opened).

When giving advice to people in relationships, the most common phrase seems to be 'compromise.' My boyfriend and I compromise in all sorts of ways: curry is my boyfriend's favourite food, and he hates cheesy sauces.

I decided to have a little social media detox and delete the Instagram and Facebook apps from my phone.

Humanity has never been so targeted, for almost a century! But, three months down the line, after the virus hit the globe, I realised, it’s more a story of the response generated to the aggressor rather than the aggressor.

Who knew a little plastic rod could take me on such a ride? No, I’m not talking about the latest bullet vibrator, I’m talking about my contraceptive implant. Contraception is not one-size-fits-all. It most often falls to the woman to navigate the painful process of trial and error with pills, coils, patches and implants in the hopes of finding the one with the least amount of side effects.

Day One

With no malice or discomfort or regret,

I know I must try to leave this place,

Once this is all over,

Even if I don’t know where I am going or why.

And I can,

Anyone who knows me knows I LOVE my sugar. There’s just something about that not–so-good- for-you sweet treat that makes everything feel better.

Florence Given is quite simply, revolutionary. At just 21 years old, she’s managed to create an empire for herself as a sustainable, eco-friendly, fashionable, feminist illustrator and soon-to-be author.

In light of yesterday being #MenstrualHygieneDay (28th May), I thought it fitting to talk about a product that has been beneficial to me in several ways.

I read this play in my female-only English Literature class in sixth form, and safe to say it conjured up some heated discussions.

I have been a coffee addict since my early twenties. I’m not talking some cutesy latte addiction either. I’m talking, pure, fresh, unadulterated caffeine. The good shit. My very own black tar heroine. Think, Lorrelai Gilmore running around Stars Hollow in search of the perfect brew kind of obsessed.