To the Bone; why I disagree with the critics.

“To the Bone” is a new Netflix original film – starring the likes of Lily Collins and Keanu Reeves – and has been met with mixed reviews. Many critics have claimed that the film glamourises eating disorders (EDs) and the film has received backlash regarding this.

However, I genuinely disagree with this perspective. I don’t believe that EDs are at all romanticised within the film but rather the harsh reality which concerns them is focused on. If anything, it is a story that promotes the concept of recovery and has the ability to start an honest conversation about mental illness and eating disorders that the mainstream media fail to explore in the depth that it deserves. Continue reading To the Bone; why I disagree with the critics.

Back (and forth)

Back and forth for a while. Don’t grow to expect my posts regularly any time soon, but I hope it’s a pleasant surprise when you do.

Thoughts, about nothing in particular.

I’m often astounded by people; both negatively and positively. Unfortunately, for a long while, I’ve been astounded by people’s negative tendencies and ability to act so selfishly and show little remorse. Likely because this is something I’ve been witness too more often than I’d like to have been, and if you know me well then you will most probably understand the connections I am making here. If you don’t know me well, the same unfortunately still exists in a more universal sense too: in everyday life, most people act selfishly. Continue reading Thoughts, about nothing in particular.

Tom Misch

Track of the day? Week, month? Regardless, Tom Misch is pretty good.

Things to Live By #1

I’d rather be over-ambitious. 

Fiction?

You’re selfish. In the most manipulative and discrete way. You’re a storyteller with the most innocent looking of faces. We believed you, we trusted you and we fell victim to your cruel games and there are still days we’d take that all back because the gold still glistens. That’s the hardest thing; the thing that damages our pride most and feeds yours.

You’re a conflicted character. I’m not sure if you even know who you’re supposed to be yourself. The character you’ve created is surely different in your eyes as it is in ours; and in mine to theirs, theirs to others. No one knows, but we all like to believe that we do.

It’s difficult to imagine that you’re not one of a kind but frankly, you’re both as bad as each other.


Not in the business of writing explicit details or specifying fact or fiction anymore. If the shoe fits, they say. 

Comments that don’t make sense. 

Late night, almost next day. 

Thinking a lot. Thinking too much?

Excited but scared, loving but hating, tired but awake. 

Two posts, one day. But let’s pretend this one’s for tomorrow, because I’m already in focusing on that day. 

31%. The amount of effort I put into preventing the invetiable? My phone charge.

80%. The amount of effort I wish I’d put into preventing the inevitable. It’s inevitable, don’t waste your resources.

1st since 11.

Friends. More than before. Real friends. More than before. Satisfaction. No comment.

Cold feet, spotty socks.

Rain. Open window. Old school Taylor Swift song. Peter Pan.

Tomorrow. Happy birthday. The day before Pancake Tuesday. Happy birthday. Refer to 1st since 11. College. 11:40. How many birthdays?

Tea tree oil. Scar. Illness.

28%. The amount of effort I’m putting into writing this? My phone charge.

Messages. From people that care? About you, or themselves? Both. Neither.

20 minutes. For this post to still be valid? But it isn’t valid.

Random numbers, random words, random thoughts. My thoughts. Right now. 

You won’t understand this, but maybe someone will.