Through the Looking Glass

We had mirrors growing up. Most people do. We had a mirror in the medicine cabinet, a mirror on my wall, round make-up mirrors sitting on sideboards. I’ve always loved the way sunsets dart from their silver skins like swifts, bursting orange onto unsuspecting walls. The first time I saw my adult self full length... Continue Reading →

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Young + Beautiful

Rosie. Fierce Feminist and Business Owner. 20. How confident would you say you were?    My self-confidence changes minute-by-minute depending on a multitude of factors. When I'm alone in my room, fresh face of perfectly applied make-up, pouting at my mirror, perfect lighting illuminating all the right points of my face, I feel fucking hot.... Continue Reading →

Young + Beautiful

Kiran. Cake-Maker and Brainy Lady. 24. Describe your relationship with your body. I have a very difficult and often confusing relationship with my body. There are days when I love the figure I see in the mirror and then there are times when I avoid looking in the mirror altogether. There are days when I feel... Continue Reading →

Shrinking Violets

‘The idea of shrinking is hereditary’ - Rupi Kaur. Shrinking myself is a behaviour I learned from my mother. From growing up watching her front room workouts, and I’ll-start-on-Monday diets. It’s a behaviour I learned from the magazines left lying around the house, that I’d cut up to collage and instead admire the stick thin... Continue Reading →

Young + Beautiful

Gold teeth, grey goose, trippin' in the bathroom? Bloodstains, ballgowns, trashin' the hotel room? It's the life Skins sold to us as teens and the life Lorde shot down. What's it really like being fresh-faced and fancy free? Here's another look at the life of a 21st Century 20-something navigating all the obstacles that come... Continue Reading →

Young + Beautiful

We all hate our bodies. We all want to be longer, thinner, bonier, better.The media ruined us and we're all on a diet. That's what we're told anyhow. I've decided to search out all the young women in my life and quiz them on how they really feel about their bodies. Here is the first interview... Continue Reading →

Reappropriating Reappropriation

Reclaiming words is officially a thing. From queer, to slut and even n*gga marginalised groups are taking back the words so often used against them and wearing them with pride. To an extent it seems like a radical move. Reappropriation allows people to own their identities and stick two fingers up at haters in the... Continue Reading →

Symposium

Symposium Séance in the moonlight and your eyes strike green – Snap. It’s just me and you. - They say if you stare in a moonlit mirror you see the devil himself. Boo! You’re my demon and I’m yours. - We’ve the same baked bread skin; our veins pool from the same ocean. Identical twins.... Continue Reading →

Miracle

  There’s a cobalt pulse shivering beneath my skin. A Y of rivers and rivulets.   A reservoir of worlds behind my eyes and the paths on my palms await pursuit. The lilac shells of my cut short nails cling to my fingertips like limpets on the shore and a row of pearls reveal either... Continue Reading →

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