The term ‘lost’ when referring to death, limbs, body parts (boobs, in my case) and so on has always left me bewildered. ‘I’m so sorry you lost your breasts, Sonia’. Losing them would have been extraordinarily careless. They likely won’t turn up behind the sofa at some point…. It literally makes me laugh – dark Continue reading

As anyone who regularly reads this blog couldn’t fail to notice, I regularly take my clothes off in public. Ostensibly to promote the fact that living life with no breasts is not only possible, but can be celebrated. With regards to body parts, a few years ago it struck me as ironic that I was Continue reading

Apparently caterpillars turn into a gooey mess first, then emerge as butterflies. I’m not entirely sure how I feel about likening myself to a butterfly – I mean, delicate….graceful…..dainty…..not so much. But emerging from a gooey mess and growing wings, absolutely. The gooey mess (I like writing those two words, can you tell?) has been, Continue reading