Poet & award-winning theatre maker
Fat Girls Don’t Dance
Leeds Riviera ☀️
I used to feel guilty for sometimes wanting my old self back. A night with Matt to just be us instead of Rory's parents. To do my hair, put on some make up and wear something I don't feel frumpy in. To drink gin and go to pubs and watch some drag queens and stay out late. The weekend before his birthday we honoured that feeling and did all those things (apart from stay out late because sleep deprivation) and it was just what we needed. There is no shame in having a night to let off steam, step away from the nappies and reconnect with each other and yourself. I believe I can be a better mother because of these moments. I also still look pretty fit in a miniskirt. Just saying 🤷♀️
What a weekend celebrating Rory's first trip around the sun 🌞 It takes a village and this is mine ❤
Spring has sprung little one 🌱🐣🐰🌸
Spent most of the week anxious because I had to find something to wear that I felt comfortable in, was suitable for a wedding and that I could breastfeed in. Still getting used to my post partum body, the fact I'm going grey (which I'm trying to embrace) and that most days I feel like a troll covered in snot and yogurt. This woman looks pretty happy, though. And quite nice, really. Cheers 🥂🌸💒
Happy #worldpoetryday to all who observe.
First Mother's Day earthside 🌏💛
Highly Commended for the Forward Prize
Written on 2 Oct 2020
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