Slut shaming, virgin taunting. Working mums are selfish, stay-at-homes lack ambition. Too posh to push or earth mother? Judgement in abundance. Body shaming. Too fat, so flat. No booty, too booby. Bitch, slag, stuck up, common, princess, ho! All driven by insecurity with nowhere to go. Self-harming, sisterhood wanting… Love acceptance and unity choices madeContinue reading “Sisterhood”
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The Tide
How long does the pain remain? It ebbs slowly, growing fainter by the day, only to come crashing back in,The next wave of loss and guilt in the tidal rhythm of my life. Sometimes, now, it is the muted sunset of low tide with the gentle lapping of tepid memory Swirling around my feet, teasingContinue reading “The Tide”
Joanne Green 