I’ve always been proud of being a Duffy. My mums parents, my granny and grandad, are the Duffy side of the family. I was in England years ago visiting my grandparents, young and head over heals in love. My ex and I had nothing in common and struggled from the beginning of our relationship, but… Continue reading When too much is not enough.
I love my muffin top. I love my thighs. I love my curvy thighs that wont fit into any other kind of jeans but the ones that are high waisted and curvy, and you know what? I love that. I love my feet, beaten from my previous years in dance – a bunion throbbing daily… Continue reading A piece about just fucking loving yourself.