04/06/2026
I began to believe something horrid about myself, constantly telling myself how dreadfully old I looked and unwell. My body began to believe it and behave accordingly.
You see somewhere I lost sight, through this incredible and consistent story that runs across media, social media and, well, really ,every where, that there is something wrong.
It creates this hard edge of a statement of needing to be something beyond where and who we currently are and elaborately, deceitfully, forgets to remind us to be curious explorers of our own existence in our worlds.
It’s quite incredible to note that it runs across all platforms, modalities, and it seems this constant comparison between “right” and “wrong” actually really only serves to maintain the very opposite of that which each “side” argues, that there’s something inherently bad in that, which is different to our personal beliefs and perceptions.
In my world I’ve become fascinated and in love with this woman I am today and the trillions of experiences that have shaped her.
My life, a celebration; daughter, mother, grandmother a woman unique and brilliant who reserves the right to explore, express and be who she is, right now, in celebration of this wonderful life.