From a young age we are taught that forgiveness and acceptance is the key to happiness. But have these teachings been misconstrued to such an extent that we now have a warped view of what actually deserves forgiveness and acceptance? Do we now unconsciously gravitate towards destructive relationships, believing that without pain there can be no real passion?
As a mother myself, I feel very strongly that my children are part of me. To be able to absorb your babies back into your body rather than give birth to them in a place which is unsafe or where food and water is scarce would be the best option, if only it were possible in humans. So in that sense, isn't abortion the most maternal, selfless, protective act a mother can do?
The world cup has kicked off in Brazil, so no doubt fashion this summer will pull some influences from the flamboyant Brazilians. The biggest style icon to ever come out of Brazil is indisputably the singer and actress Carmen Miranda. There is no star in history that has ever had a stronger signature style of colour, frivolity and fun.
I often wonder how different the world would be if it was governed more equally. If compassion ranked high on the agenda with power, wealth and status, which seems to have been the driving force in our world for centuries.
Take a quick look around your office - how many desks are occupied by women over 50? I know that the 'fairer sex' are supposedly sensitive about revealing their ages but the issue of unemployment in the over 50s is not something to be coy about.
As we casually strolled down the street, following the curve of the beach towards Jaffa, sipping our takeout coffee and munching our delicious breakfast pastries, it was simply impossible not to feel a pang of guilt at our 'hedonistic' lifestyle as we watched toned, athletic, sun kissed bodies... pounded the streets.
For a long time there has been a cultural subconscious at play that seemed to demand that stress should be pinned proudly to your lapel as a badge of honour. Without it we must be doing something wrong in our lives; not working hard enough, not achieving enough, not taking enough on, not capable.
A summit took place in London this week tasked with ending sexual violence in conflict. Even if you weren't aware of this, you'd have been hard pressed to miss the fact that Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt were in the country. The two incidents were, of course, related, although from the barrage of press releases hitting my inbox charting the Hollywood stars' choice of designer outfits, not everyone seemed aware it wasn't a red carpet situation. Dubbed 'Team Hague' thanks to the stars flanking the foreign secretary as he made his way through the four-day global summit, Brad and Angelina were in London to bring attention - and more importantly action - to a topic that all too easily falls off the news agenda.
I asked for a trim before commencing the obligatory small talk. I had spoken to this hairdresser on many occasions. I always hoped that she would remember me so that we could have some form of ongoing discourse. Naturally, I was too unremarkable for that so on each visit we started anew.
A critical component in addressing sexual violence is to build a protective environment to prevent children and women for being exposed to violence. In the midst of crises, even the most basic risk-mitigation efforts that can be life-saving are often deemed non-essential and overlooked.
I knew all the tricks of the trade. And over time I got better at lying, hiding food, causing a scene at a meal time... I was pleased with myself. I felt proud as I began to lose weight. Proud when I missed meals and no one knew. My anorexia praised me. She told me how well I was doing.
For many of the women who take these chances for better work or education, prison, or sometimes detention centres, can be a terrifying ordeal. With a lack of family presence and a very likely language and culture barrier, getting the right advice or support can be almost impossible for foreign national women,
Social media fuels the epidemical nature of the quest for the "perfect" body for summer that sweeps across the country. With Instagram's salad obsessed, Twitter accounts devoted to fitness and 'I wish I could look like this' captions, and the disturbing "thinspo" hashtag, the "summer body" infiltrates our lives.
The truth is that sexual violence - in warfare and otherwise - is still a choice someone has made. And at the moment it is a choice that will likely never see any form of redress or retribution. By teaching women who have been raped about their rights, supporting them to prosecute rapists and getting them vital medical support, we are not only helping survivors get the justice they deserve and crave, we are making a statement.
There's a fresh chance to remove the anachronistic requirement that two doctors must authorise a woman's request for an abortion before it can be performed. On Thursday, a private members' bill to reduce the number of doctors required to authorise an abortion from two to one is to be introduced by Baroness Jenny Tonge in the House of Lords.
As women we've all experienced catcalling and street harassment. Sometimes its mild and sometimes its extremely vulgar. When its bad and I'm in a particularly bad mood I wish I could pull a sawed-off shotgun out from under my floral dress, point it at the lowlife and say, "not so pretty now am I!" but in reality I can't do this.