It’s not a good skin month or 2… My winter skin is well and truly here, the freezing cold and mean winds battering my face has caused all kinds of dryness. Plus for the past few weeks my usual moisturiser and cleanser have caused some serious irritation, which is irritating me (ha!) Ngl though,
Scenario: When your brother confides that your children are the sole reason he has chosen to remain childless. He admits he loves them and they are little angels but the variety that have come straight from the guts of hell. His pet name for them, ‘The hell’s angels’ now makes a great deal of sense.
Throughout December, you’ll have seen declarations of support for the homeless and hungry on Facebook groups, your Instagram feed and in the news. Community groups coming together to feed the hungry through the pandemic, adorned in facemasks and plastic shields and hands anti-bac’d hundreds of times hit the headlines. Celebrities, out in the cold, handing
People who lounge in jeans. I’m sorry, but what kind of masochist enjoys getting snuggly on the sofa with the most restrictive of all the waistbands biting into your muffin top. I don’t care if you have 5% body fat and are shredded like a Greek goddess…this cannot be comfortable. People who eat their porridge
Like a lot of women in their mid-20s, I’ve been on some form of contraception for the best part of a decade. The Pill, the Implant & the Mirena Coil, I’ve had it all. So when my Coil was due to be removed in December 2020, I faced the decision of what to do next.