The boy in the pink tutu needed me. And I failed him.

Sometimes you’re thrust into situations you’re not prepared to tackle. You’re forced to think on your feet. Sometimes those situations are superficial in nature. Twix jumbo chocolates are half price. They’re right there in front of you. Help. Sometimes those situations are significant teaching moments. Like last week for example. I’m work as a nanny … More The boy in the pink tutu needed me. And I failed him.

I’m a chick. I play rugby. This is how it’s changed me.

First of all, dear readers, I need to apologise. I’ve been slack. I haven’t written as much as I would have liked to. If I’m being honest with you, my creative juices just haven’t been flowing. I’ve had a bit of writers block. Every time I sit down to write or I have an idea, … More I’m a chick. I play rugby. This is how it’s changed me.

War and Peace: My experience with control and binge eating.

By Krystina Batt Control is a bittersweet word. I can either “have things under control” and feel like I’ve got my sh!t together, or I can “lose control” and the whole world can come crashing down. Control for some can mean a healthy balance and for others it can signify a daily battle of restriction. For me, … More War and Peace: My experience with control and binge eating.