Words by Elizabeth Seychell
As someone who’s lived in Melbourne their entire life, I can’t imagine ‘home’ being called by any other name.
Words by ANONYMOUS
I learnt to switch off whenever I was caned, because the pain was only temporary, and little by little, I started to resent my mother.
A little under a year ago, I was diagnosed with coeliac disease. This devastating announcement seemed like the end of the world to me – a die-hard fan of pizza, pasta, pastry, cake, biscuits, scones…you get the idea.
I’ve always been what you’d call an expert on the human expression, a creative genius, if you will – not that I’ve ever been one to blow my own trumpet.
I hated my stripy red, white, and silver stretch marks for a seriously unhealthy amount of time. … A Mark To Remember