Tag: Children
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PJ’s, Popcorn and Dating Apps.
Slouched in my pyjamas, displaying posture any grandmother would be mortified with; hair untied revelling a kinked, messy mane; one hand mindlessly shovelling popcorn into the centre of my face while the other swipes left or right based on a snap judgement
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Accepting Me.
Every two years, a new version of myself emerges into the world, donning a new style, hair colour and interests. A rebirth aiming to bring me the happiness I’ve seen in others who look the same. But perhaps it’s times to shed this skin. Become me and accept that I am who I am.
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The Injustice of Costume Contests.
I was never one of the rich kids at school so when it came to costume competitions, I would have to get a little bit creative…
Curious Peas 