This year I found a confidence I have never known. A deliciously divine expression of self love in the form of meditation, reflection, truth, sexuality and compassion for my mind, body and spirit.
I never thought I’d say this - and all of my ex’s would be shocked to hear it - but I want less space.
Let me start off by saying; I'm a sookie sickie bum today with an extremely runny nose and quite an intense case of the "I wish my girlfriend was here to cuddle me" sickness. I'm also a Cancerian and anyone who knows me can attest to the fact that I - no matter how hard…
It will come as no surprise to anyone who follows me on Pinterest that I have spent a great deal of time (some may say possibly too much) thinking, dreaming and planning my future wedding.
If you follow me on social media, you may have noticed a particularly significant and somewhat alarming glow. A glow which until recently, I believed to be mythical IRL and reserved for big budget romantic comedies and sun-kissed Instagram travel bloggers.
At some point in the years between birth, meeting a well-meaning but inappropriate giraffe in a caravan and my very first sexual experience, someone tried to teach me that 'good girls' don't openly think, talk or act on their sexual desires. I call bullshit.
Normally I would prefer matching on some stupid app, getting to know you over the course of a few weeks and then acting surprised when you admit to still being in love with the ex you haven't stopped talking about but I've had just about enough of that bullshit, if we're being honest. So, in…