Mental May 2k17

This month has been very busy (at least for me; probably about average for a popular, active person). I’ve finished University for the year, written three big essays, had plenty of opportunities to get merry, including the Radio 1’s Big Weekend where I saw my beloved Haim on the Saturday ❤ and the day after when my brother Marc got married to Kristie! Both unforgettable experiences which I shared with Hannah 😁 AND to finish May off, tomorrow I’m going to see Sugarhill Gang and Grandmaster Melle Mel & Scorpio’s Furious 5 at Fruit with Greggers! Which I am sooo excited for 😭 I also got fairly sunburnt this week in a series of unprotected outdoorsy days, so I’m a bit itchy now, but damn, do I look healthy. 

Now it is time to relax before I start working in the shop more. Both Mandy and Sue are leaving at the same time, so they want me in for both packing and shop cover if it’s desperate. I’m utilising this time by watching all of RuPaul’s Drag Race from the beginning and attempting to design an album cover for Zanna.

Hopefully the rest of the summer holidays won’t pass too quickly with work, but there will be money, and plenty more fun stuff happening! 


Post-pill life.

Now I’ve never been one for particularly caring about my body or the planet or animals etc. so moving in with the family I currently live with who are part vegetarian, non-floride using, filtered water drinking, yoga/qi gong practicing, non-animal testing was a bit of an eye opener. I still practice none of this.

I was a constant user of the contraceptive pill for 6 years (16-22), then came off it for a year to see what I was missing. Not much really, although I had only 8 periods in one year. Just as it was starting to regulate again (as much as my ridiculous body clock can) the following summer, I met somebody and decided to go back on it. Mistake. 

One more year later and here we are. I stopped taking it about 4 months ago because I had regained weight since starting again and nothing is worth that! And I’d been feeling depressed again for no real reason, which is DEFINITELY a place I REFUSE to go back to. Now I’ve found it slightly easier to control my appetite, but oh god, the sebum (I hate that word so much) that my face is producing is nothing I’ve ever known before. This morning I learnt that the pill suppresses your sebum quantities to a ‘childish amount’ so about 3 months into the withdrawal period, your body is like WOAH IT’S AN ADULT! 

So… spots. I mean, there have always been some spots, but in recent years it’s been clear sailing. Now I’m getting those big hot red fuckers on my chin again – not cool.

Also, so far my periods are every 34 days, opposed to the traditional 28 days. Huzzah.

So that’s it. No more birth-control poison for me! And my friend who cares about everything is doing it at the same time, so we’re both comparing notes now and again. There are now no men allowed in this house. Be gone, with your sperm!