I’m just going to go on about myself for a few minutes so click away now if you’re not in the mood 😅
I’ve been writing, blogging, over sharing to anyone who’ll listen for the best part of ten years.
I push myself with every single article/post to strip back my inhibitions and share thoughts that even I wasn’t aware of until I revealed them to you. By the time I post it, I’m feeling so exposed, I usually have to close my eyes, take a deep breath, hit share and just wait for the adverse reactions the raw truth can invite.
I’m a mum and wife. It sux.
I’ve never been happier and never been more miserable in my life. I’m in a constant state of confusion as to whether or not I’m “happy”
Finally, I love women. So much, they inspire me, warm me up and drive me to help make a difference. Younger queens, older queens, baby queens, queens from all over the world.
I want to connect with them, learn from them, fill them with confidence and validate them for all the crazy weird and wonderful shit they go through.
Women are so incredible, I cry daily with my readers and their personal struggles, then the funny fuckers make me wee myself with their hilarious antics. I am completed by the queens that have reached out to me.
So much love.