Scrolling though the news channels this morning was like the opening sequence to a film in which the director is trying to convey just how chaotic the world has become in the dystopian future. Except it's real life. It's right now, and though I can choose to turn off the TV, I cannot forget what I've learned and I cannot ignore it - and nor should you.
A traditional story implies a beginning and an end, but this one has no end. My journey of recovery through anorexia is ongoing - it's a process; it's patience; it's often moving one step forward, two steps back; it's not a result or a full stop; it's about the everyday, the small steps, which test my limits, yet from the outside seem insignificantly inconsequential.
While Room has the makings of a terrifyingly real horror story or psychological thriller, director Lenny Abrahamson refuses to diminish or cheapen Donoghue's life-affirming story with gimmicks or horror-movie-frights, and instead creates a heart-breaking, and paradoxically heart-warming, masterpiece of cinema which tells a story of human spirit, hope and the incomparable love between a mother and her child.
I believe people are starting to come together, and considering there are 7 billion of us it will always take more than a year. We all have different views, and rightly so, but surely we must all agree that a world focussed on progressing forward and away from hate should always be a slightly better one?
A Way Out wants to be part of the support that ensures our women can make this choice. Rather than succumbing to negativity, concurring with stereotypical assumptions surrounding those in sex work, and agreeing with the generally accepted inevitability that change is impossible, we believe in possibility and potential...