I have had issues with food for a long time. So long in fact that I didn’t realise how bad the issues had become until recently, when their absence has been so shocking that it has become impossible to ignore the situation. Various doctors have mentioned the FODMAP elimination diet to me over the years but only in passing and I never thought that I would have to try something so extreme.
When I decided to start writing about beauty I chose to focus on nails because, although I was just as excited by make up and skincare, I saw this as a great way to talk about beauty without having to show my face to the world.
I have rosacea, a skin condition that means my face is always red and can flare up at any time. I never leave the house without make up and the thought of sharing photos of my bare skin used to fill me with dread. So what changed?
Earlier today I read a wonderful article on twitter. You should read it, but for the lazy/time limited ones among you, the basic premise is that if your response to something isn’t to say ‘hell yes’ then it should be a ‘no’. This may seem reactive and excessive, and at first it petrified me as I am very much the type of person who has always dwelled in the grey area. In the past I thrived on the intricacies, the confusion, the up-in-the-air aspect of the grey area.
It’s Endometriosis Awareness Week which gives me an excuse to write the blog post I’ve been planning for ages but was a bit nervous to write.
Warning: if you’re particularly squeamish or react like a 14 year old boy to the word ‘period’ then this post probably isn’t for you. But you may want to consider reading it anyway if only to help you get over that unfortunate immaturity.
Yesterday I woke up and did what I always do: I checked twitter. Commuter woes, politics, bad puns, cat photos… the usual. Then I saw that someone had retweeted this utter load of piffle into my timeline:
So, without even thinking, I reacted:
