Tomorrow, Donald Trump will officially be inaugurated as the President of the United States. Yup. That’s right. A racist Oompa Loompa with a Twitter addiction is going to officially be in charge of one of the most powerful countries in the world. If that doesn’t fill you with dread, then I don’t know what will. The inauguration of Donald Trump will undoubtedly be a turning point in history. The kind of turning point that history students will write dissertations about in years to come. We’re already seeing the far-right rise again across Western Europe (ahem, Brexit), and Donald Trump’s presidency is only going to fill those fascists and their followers with more confidence. It is, therefore, more important than ever for liberals and lefties (and even non-fascist conservatives) to stand up against these tyrants. And no, I don’t think tyrant is too strong a word. Changing the world and dismantling…

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Calling people out is somewhat of a ‘trend’ in the social justice age – and rightfully so. Letting people know when they’re spouting problematic bullshit is essential to changing the world.  Although call out culture often gets a bad wrap, I think it’s crucial in this day and age. It’s 2017 and trans women are still excluded from feminism, black people are still being murdered by police, and LGBT+ people are still being treated as less-than-human. It’s clear that if we want to change things, we’ve got to start calling people out on their bullshit. We can no longer turn a blind eye, or hope that with time and gentle education people will change their minds. We’ve got to call people out, loudly and unapologetically. That is, of course, easier said than done – especially in real life. Sure, it’s easy enough to reply to a Tweet, leave a blog…

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Warning: This post contains talk of disordered eating. If this is likely to trigger or upset you, please don’t carry on reading! During Blogmas, I spoke about my experiences with disordered eating. It was the first time I’ve ever been truly open about some of my mental health struggles on my blog. The post was so well received that I thought I’d carry on being open and honest! Although I am mostly ‘recovered’ from my struggles with disordered eating, I do still struggle from time to time. There are still days when I have to fight the urge to skip meals and count calories. Whilst those days sometimes just appear out of the blue, they are often triggered by external factors. The thing about triggers is sometimes they are obvious, but sometimes they just make no fucking sense. So, in the spirit of being open about my messed up brain,…

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I feel like 2016 was the year that the body confidence movement really took off. Everywhere I turned last year people were talking about body confidence. I can only hope that trend continues into 2017 and beyond. What’s rarely talked about when it comes to body confidence, however, is sex. We focus all our energy on encouraging people to feel beautiful, but we never encourage people to feel sexy. Probably because the body confidence movement is primarily (or at least should be primarily) centred around fat people. And we all know fat people couldn’t possibly be sexy or desirable, right?! Feeling desirable and sexy is something I personally struggle with a lot. Cute? Sure. Attractive? Of course! But sexy? Never. I think there are many reasons why people – women in particular – might struggle to feel sexy, even if their body confidence is through the roof. For a start, women…

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Dear student, First off, let me say how intensely jealous I am of you. I’m 5 months into the world of full-time graduate work, and whilst it’s as wonderful as working ever can be, I kind of wish I didn’t have to get up at 6:00am every day. Secondly, I know you’re probably stressed. You’re probably up to your eyeballs in essays and deadlines and projects and lab work, when really all you want to do is take a nap. You also might be depressed. Or anxious. Or struggling with your eating disorder. I know this, because I was you. I was there. Crying in my room at 3pm, unable to physically attend my seminar because everything felt so bleak. Wondering whether to drop out or walk in front of a bus. Wishing I could just be like every other person and have a normal university experience. But I’m here…

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