Feminism is meant to be all about body positivity, right? We love and accept other people’s bodies and we love and accept our own. Except it’s not that easy.
Last week I sat in front of my rheumatologist and heard words I never thought I’d hear: “We’ve done everything. Chemotherapy hasn’t worked. There’s nothing else I can do for Continue Reading →
I, like many others, had given up hope after Election Night. I honestly didn’t think there was any chance that NZ First would form a coalition with Labour. I thought Continue Reading →
Today is Suffrage Day in New Zealand. On September 19 in 1893, we became the first country in the western world where women won the right to vote.
As we gear up for the general election, I’m reminded of another September, three years ago. A night where I watched the numbers rise with horror. A night where I Continue Reading →