Only 3% of women in the UK are totally happy with their bodies...that is ABSOLUTELY CRAZY...even the slim people are bloody unhappy with their bodies...don't you get it? slimness shouldn't be the goal...happiness should be regardless of what size you are. I argue that being unhappy is THE most unhealthiest way to be.
The vernacular of 'Science 2.0' has become increasingly utilised in the debate about the future of science. Many media articles and conferences focus on this topic, and the European Commission has recently held a public consultation to better understand the impact of 2.0 and desirability of policy action to enable it.
Whichever way it goes, I will be challenging myself to remain steady in an idea of global Britishness. I won't be accepting the Scottish nationalists' invitation to think of myself as reduced and obliged to come to terms with my Englishness, but will be working to enhance strong, ongoing narratives about a Britain that embraces and integrates.
It is incredibly hard for me to fully come to terms with being transgender and to explain just how I feel but I am growing with each day to accept who I am and taking any steps necessary to get where I need to be physically and mentally. The road is long, and at times painful but support is more than definitely out there if you want or need it...
It was love. Beautiful but weighted with the knowledge that it wouldn't last forever. It generated desperate need but was fragile and could be choked off by need itself. It was insecure making and led to jealousy because without him, it felt like I would die. It's what Hollywood preached and what Auden captured in heartrending simplicity.
As you may or may not know, we are currently at the 'end of the beginning' of the Third Industrial Revolution (as some call it). Otherwise known as the Digital Revolution. I don't know about you, but at my age, I am kind of surprised to find myself part of a revolution! Flattered perhaps. And there's nothing like a revolution to get that old body out of bed on a Monday morning.
Against all my own expectations, the Olympic Games have emerged like unexpected blossom on a tree that only flowers erratically. When was the last time GB could stand so proudly tall? I'm reminded of the post war years when the response to the end of WW2 was to implement the Beveridge Report and build the welfare state. Am I comparing a few sporting triumphs to the construction of, amongst other things, the National Health Service? No - that would be pure bathos. But I am comparing a display of national character, where the choices that were made in a moment of coming together, were open, inclusive and dynamically forward looking.