To live, is to regret. To not live, is to regret. But, what would you regret more?
In trying to relieve pain, I come face to face with a painful memory I realised I had never addressed.
How life being divided on the basis of genitals makes no sense
‘I wish I could tell you
That I don’t feel pain
That your apathy
Doesn’t drive me insane’
My first (and final) impression of ‘Darling Rose Gold’ by Stephanie Wrobel
Where I take a trip down memory lane, and explore the spectrum of body shaming and body positivity with you