I have never been into fitness. I used to cry the night before PE lessons, and sometimes during them. The first time I stepped foot inside a gym, I was 20 years old, and I fell off the end of the treadmill. While many people find a long run relaxing, or get a buzz from… Continue reading Why I am my own #Fitspiration
Category: Essays
A tribute to my three mothers
Every Mother's Day, I consider how much I appreciate my mum, Gail. I send her a card, sometimes buy her flowers, tell her how much I love her and try to be on my best behaviour. This year though, is a little bit different. It's the first year my mum no longer has her own mum, and… Continue reading A tribute to my three mothers
22 lessons I learned as a 22-year-old
I don't know about you, but I'm no longer feeling 22. That's right folks, yesterday I turned 23 and the Taylor Swift song no longer applies. I'm a whole year older - and yeah, I actually do think I'm a bit wiser. I've been through a lot of change since my 22nd birthday. First permanent… Continue reading 22 lessons I learned as a 22-year-old
My version of love
I have to admit, I'm not the biggest fan of the cultural phenomenon that is Valentine's Day. There's something mildly icky about panic-buying the same old bunches of roses, boxes of chocolates and cringey cards, paying double for hotel rooms and sitting knee-to-knee with other couples in overpriced restaurants with heart-shaped confetti all over the… Continue reading My version of love
Relationship status with social media: ‘It’s Complicated’
I know what you're thinking: Arielle, you love social media. You're always tagging friends in memes on Facebook, drunkenly snapchatting your friends singing in ubers, tweeting #JournoRequests and writing excessively long captions on Instagram. Yes, yes, I know. I live in the social media bubble just as much as the next millennial. I probably unlock… Continue reading Relationship status with social media: ‘It’s Complicated’
New year, new me (etc. etc.)
Picture this. Midnight, 31st December. I'm at the front of the dance-floor in a renovated old newspaper factory (even my raves are somehow linked to journalism... #OnBrand). Some house DJ called MK is playing Piece of Me (the only song I know) and all my friends are losing their shit. The countdown begins, prompting the… Continue reading New year, new me (etc. etc.)
How can you enjoy Christmas when you’re grieving?
It's the 10th of December as I write this, which means the festive season is truly underway. My advent calendar is peppered with open doors, the christmas tree is covered with glistening lights, and it genuinely, actually snowed today. If it were any other year, I'd be at my happiest. I'd be excitedly anticipating the… Continue reading How can you enjoy Christmas when you’re grieving?
