When we’re lying in our deathbeds staring the grim reaper in the face, I highly doubt we’ll be proclaiming, “I just wish I’d lost that extra ten pounds.”
As I write this I’m staring down at a thick and creamy crema on top of my black coffee. It’s decaf though. A fact that my body will punish me for later, but I have to try and kick this habit.
The future is unknown, but then such is life. I need to start realising that my time here on earth is a magnificent journey through hundreds and thousands of different emotions, decisions, experiences and possible outcomes.
I feel the concept of being afraid of people who aren’t ‘like us’ is pretty childish, but I still see it as strongly now in adulthood.
Today I passed the Easter aisle in Tesco and felt like jumping on top of the easter eggs and breaking into them like a jacked up zombie on a fresh body.
Kylie Jenner brings out a lipstick and suddenly you’ve got 12 year girls pressuring their parents to buy a product which is worth a couple of pounds, at best.
Does my arse look big in this? Yes. Do I care? No.
A review of the Sugar Rush documentary by Jamie Oliver on Channel 4. Exploring the concept of a sugar tax in the UK.
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