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To the Girl I Used to Be I wish I could tell the Felicity who was cleaning toilets or serving really awful customers (mostly men, shock) that one day she would be sitting here, writing this, with the sun on her back in the middle of California. That she would be planning a beach trip.… Read more
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My boyfriend and I have been planning for over a year. Travelling for a few months, living out of a backpack, quitting my job, leaving my family and friends behind. Navigating being 21, I’ve slowly come to accept I am not behind in life, there is no such thing. My parents intalled in me to… Read more
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Where this started The proudest piece of work I produced was my dissertation. Academic validation did not satisfy me, I wanted to make a real life impact, not be defined by a number, although that number got me a degree I am proud of, I relish in the thought my work can have a greater… Read more
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Boys will be boys is such a cliche. Why is it the term excuses male behaviour, as some kind of joke or liniency or excuse? Whereas, when men want to complain about us its ‘women’. Which holds such a negative connotation, women are dramatic, annoying, and hypochondriacs. The me too movement held some backlash, portraying… Read more
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I always thought yoga was for pretentious, fake ‘wanna-be’ influences posing that an hour class was life-changing or ‘vital’ to set them for the week ahead. The gym was too hardcore for me, making it a chore where I left the session feeling worse about my body, not being able to hit certain numbers or… Read more
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Being a postgrad, still sitting with the anxiety of a deadline is due any moment whilst having a creative burnout has meant I’ve had to wipe the dust off my laptop to write this. My name is Felicity Marshall, 21, Female, I’m built line a linebacker, find my solitude in the gym or feminist education.… Read more
blogging thoughts + feelings through my 20's as an empowered young woman
