My mouse hovered over White. Then Black. Other?
Do you identify as coming from a diverse cultural background: Yes ( ) No ( )
Help.
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Feminism and the Fitness Industry
Being a feminist and working in the fitness industry often feels like something of an oxymoron.
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MyHealth Memories
The doctor doesn’t eye me suspiciously before printing the prescriptions like I expected he would; he just flat-out refuses while staring at the screen. He says he wants a letter from my previous GP. How do I explain that I don’t have a GP? How can I detail my thirteen-year career as a consumer of mental health service – from Canberra to Newcastle, Sydney to Cooma, and back to Canberra.
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18 Months and Counting
Instead of looking for strength, what I wish someone had told me is to find a way to be content again and to just do the thing that makes you happy. Strength can wait.
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A Reason to Wake Up in the Morning: A Memoir of Motherhood
In that moment, I heard my daughter’s heartbeat for the first time, and even though I was afraid to admit it until later, I knew then that I was going to be someone’s mother. It was the right decision for me, even though it was difficult and even though it isn’t the right decision for everyone. So, I made it work.
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Dear John
CW: sexual assault, sexual harassment, victim-blaming A Dear John letter to her abuser that explores the difficulty of saying “me too.
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7 Days of Earl Grey: A Week of Confronting My Spending Habits
An anonymous money diary.
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Because of Her, We Can
I am a daughter, a sister, a niece, a nana, an aunty, a friend, a colleague, a scholar, Aboriginal, a mentor and a woman. I love being the woman I am and because of her I can.
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A Week in the Life of a Nap-Obsessed On-Campus Student
An anonymous money diary.
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Self-Care For When You Don’t Care
TW: MENTAL HEALTH, DEPRESSION
Dealing with depressive episodes can be incredibly difficult. When you search for images of “depression” you’ll likely see an attractive white person crying or sitting with their head in their hands in an elegant black and white photo. In reality, depression isn’t elegant…So, how do you come back from that?