You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.

I tore up and ate my own passport in an airport hotel once. I'm bloated with language I can’t afford to forget.

Make peace with your body, it's not manmade, there are no flaws, there are no mistakes.

You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.

Document the moments you feel most in love with yourself - what you're wearing, who you're around, what you're doing. Recreate and repeat.

I won't glorify or romanticise heartbreak, for me it was a kind of death and I was forced to keep living.

My name is indigenous to my country, it is not easy to pronounce, it takes effort to say correctly and I am absolutely in love with the sound of it and its meaning. Also, it's not the kind of name you baby, slip into sweet talk mid sentence, late night phone conversation, whisper into the receiver kind of name, so, of that I am glad.