Yup, I must really annoy you.

Yup, I must really annoy you.

I must really annoy you, huh? Me and the way I won’t let you tell me what to do. The woman I am must push your buttons. I look at you, the faceless, and I stand determined, in spite of everything you said is broken about me. That must get to you. But I won’t be sorry for who I am. I won’t bow down to the lies you tell me about my worth, my body or what you deem acceptable. I bet that annoys you. And, to be honest, it’s part of why I do it. Annoying you is a part of having the chance to be free. Not being afraid to let you down or disappoint you means…

A day in my blog office

A day in my blog office

See what I did there? Optimal. My blog office daily routine is a little less “on-task” and a little more easily distracted. It’s all about being realistic because there are days, many of them in fact, that this just doesn’t happen. Such is life. Setting out with an idea of what I want it to look like helps me be more productive, get more done and know what’s coming up next. What does blog life look like? It goes a little something like this; I work about 15 hours a week outside of my home, usually across three short days. I work the rest of the days, in my blog office, on my blog and social media business. The combination of the…

Suger+Ink: Welcome Back – Season 2 Ep 1

Suger+Ink: Welcome Back – Season 2 Ep 1

Annnnnnd we’re back! For those who are into the Suger+Ink podcast, or want to be, we are live with season two. This welcome back episode covers off on our summers (I did a fair bit of complaining about the heat), blog updates and plus size industry news. Considering the topics you’d think I was pretty chill and not ranty, right? Well, as usual in relation to this, you’d be wrong. So wrong. It happened. What can I say, I’m really into being ‘sooo over’ stuff thing. Haha. While discussing the coverage the blog received at the start of this year, I couldn’t help but share my views on why some people suck. And more than that, why they’re dangerous. Suger+Ink has…

Rough cut kale coleslaw

Rough cut kale coleslaw

From packed lunches to bring a plate BBQs, this rough cut kale coleslaw is as good looking as it is delicious. By using the multiple cabbages and mixed kale leaves, you get a colourful, crunchy dish. Add your favourite whole egg mayonnaise with a dash of mustard, and you’re good to go. I use this coleslaw as a base for weekday lunches, adding eggs or tuna, chicken or even leftover roasted potatoes. It’s amazing in stuffed jacket potatoes as a meal or serve alongside things like pulled pork or anything that is rich and full of flavour. As far as storage goes, this kale salad keeps really well. Make it ahead of time and save yourself all that chopping on the…

34.

34.

How very Adele of me. Thirty-Four. Written just like that as if it will summarise all that this year has been and all the future could be. It’s my birthday, could you tell? Today I turn thirty-four years old and I have feelings about that. Not the usual feelings, I don’t think, but then I’ve never been 34 before. You see, I don’t care about getting old.  I don’t care about ageing. I don’t care about wrinkles or creases, aches and pains. That disregard is a privilege over those whose health isn’t as easy to get along with as mine. But I don’t fear getting old, or being old, I would consider that a gift. That’s not it at all. For…

This morning.

This morning.

This morning, blissfully unaware I am being watched, I stroll back and forward to the bathroom. Times like these I miss my old house and its ensuite. But oh well, we adapt. My bedroom sits atop the lounge room, a mezzanine sort of thing, with about five stairs to take you to the upper bedroom level. As part of my morning routine, I loiter the top story of my house in underwear with music blaring. My current album of choice, Human by Rag’n’Bone Man, requires a lot of singing along. And we all know that singing is better the louder you can push it out. Obviously. Realising my bras were all downstairs in the laundry, damn it, I grabbed my t-shirt…

My favourite summer purple smoothie

My favourite summer purple smoothie

This purple summer smoothie is a must try and not just because I am a smoothie superstar, which I am. It’s delicious, refreshing, basically a meal in a cup and did I mention delicious? Grab your blenders, it’s time to make this refreshing, tangy, icy cold purple smoothie. Can’t argue with that! I’ve listed the ingredients I used to make this one, rather large glass. If you want to bulk up the nutrition in this one to use it as a breakfast or lunch on the go, add a scoop or two of your favourite vanilla protein powder. Oats work, you just need a little more liquid or you could double up on the yoghurt to add more calories. Whatever floats…

Body Image Podcasts I’m loving right now.

Body Image Podcasts I’m loving right now.

If you think blogs are a great at changing your ideas about body image wait until you hear these killer body image podcasts! They are going to go head to head with that little voice of yours and kick its ass. Are you ready for that? Let’s just say that I was a bit of a podcast newbie. I’d downloaded a few after a blog conference once but couldn’t really get into the format. It’s not my fault, I doze off when someone reads me a story. It’s a throwback thing, I’m sure. Since starting my very own podcast SUGER + INK last year with Samara of Blonde Ink, I’ve delved into the world of podcasts. And short version? Now, I love…

Why I’m not a ‘not like other girls’ girl, anymore.

Why I’m not a ‘not like other girls’ girl, anymore.

Wow, confusing title, right? My bad. This post is about me being ‘not like other girls’ and why I gave that up and embraced female friendships and empowerment. Taking the time to reflect this International Women’s Day, I wanted to acknowledge where I’ve come from and where I’m going. I’ve always been a Feminist, long before I had the language for it. Long before I knew that wanting to define myself and what I was capable of based on my ability rather than my gender, was feminism. I knew it annoyed me that my brother wasn’t immediately involved in tasks at my Grandmother’s house. I couldn’t understand why people didn’t believe that my mother rode motorbikes, but deferred to my…