This year I finally managed to kick my obesity in the teeth. For two decades, I have struggled with being fat and have wrestled with consistent negative thoughts about my body. Yet despite enjoying clothes that no longer cut off my circulation and the health benefits of being slimmer, I find myself still hating my body when I look in the mirror. This is a problem I know isn't mine alone. So why is it that so many of us are ashamed of our bodies?
It is only when we live without touch that we realise how fundamental it is to our existence. In a culture with endless rules governing our physical interactions, how can we reclaim the innocence of touch again?
I knew working in a controversial field was going to force me to encounter regular confrontation, but being catapulted into the heart of the vitriolic tribalism of our age hit me like a ton of bricks. So why is it so difficult to disagree well with other people these days?
No this isn't an article about drinking. Join me as I navigate the bleak sobriety of being a 30-something Scrooge in the world of incandescently happy Christmasaholics.
If we learnt anything from classic films such as American Pie and The 40-year-old Virgin, it was this: the pinnacle of human experience is to have sex. Therefore, a life without it must be the absolute WORST. I respectfully disagree. Life without sex ain't all that bad. Get yourself a cup of tea, have a sit down and read about my adventures in celibacy.
Do your Valentine's Days end in disappointment, tears and the occasional kebab? Me too, mate. How on earth can a desperate singleton survive in a world obsessed with romance and relationships?
Unemployment sounds great in theory. Imagine pyjama days every day, no alarm clock jackhammering into your mornings, and time to re-evaluate your entire life priorities whilst catching up on Loose Women. Except, as I recently discovered, it also forces you into deep crisis. Say hello to frozen pizzas and a blossoming relationship with your recruitment agent.
The tale of one girl, a bag of chemically-enhanced fries, and this question: why am I lonely?
In the past few years, the study and practice of mindfulness has exploded in Western culture. Originally deriving from Buddhism, it’s now utilised as a form of treatment for both mental and physical illness. But does it really possess the answer to the problems we face in life?
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