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.

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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.

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.

Why I changed my mind about Twitter

Since I stopped blogging I’ve really fallen in love with Twitter. Firstly, it was for the networking opportunities. In the business I’m in (photography & design), networking is one of the most essential ingredients to success: your contacts are the people you rely on to make things happen. Continue reading Why I changed my mind about Twitter

Censorship feels like too basic a title.

It’s a weird concept to be so aware of who can access the content you post online, and it’s not really something I’ve fallen victim to much in the past – on this blog at least. It’s definitely restricting. You can’t necessarily express yourself entirely in the way that you want to because you don’t know who might be reading what you write or how they might interpret that. I’m finding it a lot in regards to a recent project of mine, where I’m aware more so than ever of my views and how my own opinions might offend people or how they might be perceived differently to how I intended. Continue reading Censorship feels like too basic a title.

Not so Theroux-ly written.

Thing’s have been going well, which is something I haven’t been able to say for a long while. I won’t go into too much depth about why or how they have been, but I think it’s good to finally express that the place I’m in is a lot brighter now than it has been. Continue reading Not so Theroux-ly written.