Dealing with the #notallmen crowd is a bit like standing in front of a mirror and whispering “men are trash” three times, not unlike Bloody Mary herself.
Have you ever gone travelling and then gotten annoyed that not everyone could understand you? I’ve got news for you, my friend!
Which London commuter are you? From the Socialite to the Barely Awake, you’re bound to find at least one on your commute in London.
I am super duper here for all the body positive bloggers challenging what it means to be beautiful. But I’m not there yet, not for myself.
I can’t / won’t visit the US at the moment, with politics the way it is. But what is it like for the people who live there?