Summer is great for a lot of things: spending time outdoors, hanging out with your mates, unsheathing your pasty arms and legs from their winter woollies and getting some vitamin D… the list goes on.

You know what it’s not good for, though? Being a goth. Or in my case at least, being a rubbish goth.

At my school, come year nine, two main groups emerged: the chavs and the alts, and you had to pledge your allegiance to one or the other. You were allowed to sit on the edge with a gentle nod towards your chosen clan – an Adidas satchel or a bit of extra eyeliner, for example – but choose you must.

I’ve always been an angsty person – even as a child I’d get myself worked up about the meaning of life – so the alts were my obvious choice. And boy did I commit to it, bypassing the entry-level studded belts and skater shoes and launching headfirst into raven-black hair and boned corsets. In my mind I was a beautiful angel of darkness, with an ethereal aesthetic that matched my troubled soul.

The reality, though, was rather different. Caking white foundation over my already-bad skin just made it look worse, and my Potter-esque glasses only magnified the fact that I didn’t have a clue when it came to blending eyeshadow. I did a rubbish job dying my hair, my braces rubbed all my blood-red lipstick off and I could never get my blacks to match.

Plus, I lived in the middle of nowhere, so I couldn’t just pop to the shops for the stuff I needed to actually make the look work – visiting my nearest town involved sitting on a bus for more than an hour, which is not something I recommend when all the other passengers are aging farmers and elderly conservatives and you’re wearing a black wedding dress.

But I stuck with it, because even though I was doing a pretty bad job of it I felt that rocking a goth aesthetic was part of my identity. The music, the people and the mindset of the alt-goth scene spoke to me and made me feel like I was part of something meaningful and different – that I was meaningful and different.

So I was prepared to deal with the time-consuming faff of the hair and makeup, and I’d gotten used to the horrified stares from people in the village and the stupid insults from kids in school. It was the payoff for finding my identity and ‘my people’.

What eventually broke me, though, was summer.

No amount of factor 50 suncream could keep the freckles and weird tan lines at bay. No amount of powder would keep the white foundation on my shiny face and no amount of deodorant would stop me sweating profusely onto my thick velvet dresses. Any time I succumbed to the heat and wore a light dress or a pair of shorts the sudden change in aesthetic was so jarring everyone would make a big deal out of it, which made me feel rubbish, like I was betraying my own identity.

This was back in the days before pastel and summer goth were a thing. Back before there were endless webpages of style inspo to look to and long before Instagram makeup tutorials came along. It was all or nothing, and I was uncomfortable, sweaty and defeated. If I couldn’t properly show off who I was on the inside on the outside, I thought, then I wouldn’t bother at all.

So instead I just wore what was comfortable. I still went for blacks and dark colours, but there was no more scratchy velvet or rib-busting corsets. I stopped trashing my hair every month with black dye and started using a wash-in red to give my natural mousey-ginger a bit of a kick. I swapped the painful Victorian-style heels for a pair of comfy biker boots and while I still trucked on the black eyeliner, the white foundation went in the bin.

For a while I felt like I was compromising; like I was doing a bad job of ‘being me’, but gradually it dawned on me that, actually, I felt better in my own skin. I spent less time in front of a mirror fretting about my makeup. I moved around more freely and worried less about the vibe of my outfits.

I still listened to the same music and hung out with the same people – people who liked me for me, and not what I looked like. People who probably liked me even better when I stopped constantly tripping over my long skirts and being preoccupied with staying pale. I had, without even realising it, developed my own style and was more ‘me’ than I’d ever been.

So that summer was good for a lot of things, and as it turned out in the end, being a rubbish goth was one of them.

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Some days are sad days. Days where it’s a little harder to get out of bed. Maybe it’s because you’re dreading going to school, maybe you’re scared about the state of the world, maybe you just remembered Alan Rickman is dead. Maybe you’re just feeling a little, well… weepy.

We totally get those days. Hell, we started Weepy Girls’ Corner for those days. The days when all you want to do is crawl under your duvet with a box of Kleenex, a jar of Nutella and a Pinterest board of unlikely animal friendships.

And sometimes, crying along with a favourite song – whether a massive, snotty, gulping-breaths kind of cry or a silent, staring-out-the-window-like-a-tragic-heroine kind of cry – is the very best medicine there is. So if you’re having a Weepy Day today, here are some of our favourite songs to weep along to.

Go on, get it all out.

First Day of My Life – Bright Eyes 

“I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you
But now I don’t care, I could go anywhere with you
And I’d probably be happy”

We’re crying because: LOVE IS SO BEAUTIFUL, Y’ALL

All Too Well –  Taylor Swift

“You tell me ’bout your past, thinking your future was me.”

We’re crying because: sometimes you wish you didn’t remember everything so clearly.

Mississippi Goddam – Nina Simone 

“All I want is equality
For my sister my brother my people and me”

We’re crying because: this beautifully angry song about race is still relevant, in 2017.

Beautiful – Christina Aguleria

“I am beautiful
No matter what they say
Words can’t bring me down”

We’re crying because: beauty is about how you feel on the inside.

When Somebody Loved Me – Jessie, Toy Story 2 

“Through the summer and the fall
We had each other that was all”

We’re crying because: we miss our childhood toys. That Furby deserved better.

Colourblind – Counting Crows

“I am ready
I am… fine”

We’re crying because: We’ve all said we’re fine when we aren’t.

Say Something – A Great Big World, Christina Aguileria 

“Anywhere, I would’ve followed you
Say something, I’m giving up on you”

We’re crying because: caring about someone who doesn’t treat you right is exhausting.

Angel – Jack Johnson 

“But you’re so busy changing the world
Just one smile can change all of mine”

We’re crying because: love makes people into idiots. Really happy idiots.

Not about Angels – Birdy 

Found something real that’s out of touch
But if you’d searched the whole wide world
Ho oh oh would you dare to let it go?

We’re crying because: life is so unfair.

The Stars of Track and Field – Belle and Sebastian

“Could I write a piece about you now that you’ve made it?
About the hours spent, the emptiness in your training”

We’re crying because: some people

Hurt – Johny Cash

“What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end”

We’re crying because: sometimes life is properly painful. 

Fix You – Coldplay

“When the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can’t replace”

We’re crying because: I mean, seriously, who isn’t crying at this point.

Delicate – Damien Rice

“So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you’ve borrowed
From the only place you’ve know”

We’re crying because: it’s ok to want to keep things to yourself, alright? SHUT UP.

All By Myself – Cèline Dion

“I think of all the friends I’ve known
But when I dial the telephone
Nobody’s home”

We’re crying because: sometimes we all feel Bridget Jones-level lonely.

Literally any song – Adele

And if you’ve still got some tears left? We all know who to call.

We’re crying because: Oh, who even knows anymore.

Sending loads of hugs your way, guys. And fetch a spoon for that Nutella.

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Animals often give us hope that the world is still a good place to live. Like when your dog sees you crying and comes over and licks your hand. Or when your cat jumps into your lap and watches the scary part of a film with you. When your goldfish… er, does goldfish things. Looks surprised with you? Anyway.

It’s also important to remember that sometimes humans are good too. Loads of humans. And in fact, perhaps humans are at their best when they’re helping our furry/fluffy/hide-y friends. So here are some of our favourite examples of humans helping out the animal kingdom, to melt your heart on this cold January afternoon.

Pigs in blankets (sort of)

According to BuzzFeed, 150 of these little pink bundles of joy were rescued by Russian firefighters after a barn caught fire in Siberia last week. Guys, this is basically the plot of Three Little Pigs come to life. Just with more pigs. And fewer wolves.

So they could get all the little piggies out in time, the firefighters had to form a makeshift assembly line. But with tiny baby piggies!

And others herded the drove of piggies along on their little trotters.

Let’s all take a minute.

Elephants in jumpers 

Meanwhile in India, the Independent reports that locals have been knitting jumpers for the elephants to protect them during the extremely chilly weather. These elephants have all been rescued from abusive situations, so when the Women from the Wildlife SOS Elephant Conservation and Care Centre heard that temperatures would dip below freezing, they got knitting. And quickly.

We’ll take three in XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXL, please.


Penguins in knitwear 

It’s not just the elephants that people are worried about. According to the Metro, Alfred ‘Alfie’ Dent, an Australian 109-year-old, (AKA the sweetest man in the world) started knitting jumpers for penguins following an oil spill that left the little guys unable to warm themselves properly.


It turns out Alfie has some serious needle skills – these outfits are all #goals, but special shoutout to the Penguin book jacket. We see what you did there.

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Ready for your weekly weep-fest? Both Barack and Michelle Obama made their final speeches as First Lady and President this week and they are So. Damn. Beautiful.

Right now, the outgoing president and his wife are basically like sixth formers at the beginning of July. There are loads of farewell parties on the horizon. Everyone’s asking them what they’re going to do next. They’re having to say goodbye to the people they’re used to seeing everyday. And there are tears. Lots and lots of tears.

Michelle said farewell on Sunday. Unsurprisingly she choked up delivering this inspiring final speech as First Lady, and we’re not gonna lie, we did too.

Her main message?

“I want our young people to know that they matter, that they belong. So don’t be afraid — you hear me, young people? Don’t be afraid. Be focused. Be determined. Be hopeful. Be empowered. Empower yourselves with a good education, then get out there and use that education to build a country worthy of your boundless promise. Lead by example with hope, never fear. And know that I will be with you, rooting for you and working to support you for the rest of my life.”

She finished off her speech by saying:

“Being your First Lady has been the greatest honour of my life, and I hope I’ve made you proud.”

Oh Michelle. We’re not even American, but you made us so, so proud.

Then, in the early hours of this morning, Barack delivered his own farewell speech and woah, that man can talk. He had some really nice things to say about young people, too.

“Let me tell you, this generation coming up — unselfish, altruistic, creative, patriotic — I’ve seen you in every corner of the country. You believe in a fair, and just, and inclusive America; you know that constant change has been America’s hallmark, that it’s not something to fear but something to embrace, you are willing to carry this hard work of democracy forward. You’ll soon outnumber any of us, and I believe as a result the future is in good hands.”

“I am asking you to believe. Not in my ability to bring about change — but in yours.”

*blows nose loudly on tissue*

Let’s do the Obamas proud, team.

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We all know that 2016 wasn’t a great year for Celebville. We lost so many talented actors, musicians and icons that it became hard to pay tribute to each of them in a meaningful way we so wanted to. But thankfully artist Martin Bruckner, the man behind the gorgeous blog Spaghetti Toes, found a way to say goodbye to some of those dearly departed famouses with his beautiful illustrations.

Grab your tissues, Weepy Girls, because a serious snot fest awaits.

Carrie Fisher 

Carrie Fisher is best known for her role as Princess Leia in Star Wars, but she was so, so, so much more than that. She was a fierce feminist, an open and honest ambassador for mental health and a hilarious writer with zero patience for BS. Carrie was a star in every sense of the word.

“I haven’t ever changed who I am. I’ve just gotten more accepting of it. Being happy isn’t getting what you want, it’s wanting what you have.” – Carrie Fisher


Debbie Reynolds 

The day after Carrie Fisher passed away, her mother, Debbie Reynolds suffered from a fatal stroke. Debbie Reynolds was a star in her own right, appearing in legendary 1950s musical Singing in the Rain (you know – the one with the rain). Her son was quoted as saying, “She wanted to be with Carrie.” SOB.

“I’m not a morning person. I’m barely an afternoon person.” – Debbie Reynolds


George Michael

Christmas Day turned teary for thousands when we heard that George Michael, lead singer of 80s band Wham! and solo pop icon, had passed away aged just 53. In addition to being an incredible musician who sold over 100 million records worldwide, he was an active LGBT rights campaigner, an HIV/AIDS fundraiser and a secret philanthropist who gave away millions of his own money to good causes. This last Christmas, we gave him our hearts.

“I’ve achieved what every artist wants, which is that some of their work will outlive them.” – George Michael


David Bowie

David Bowie was one of the world’s best selling artists, before (and after) he died of cancer in January 2016. One of the first global artists to experiment boldly with cross-dressing and sexual fluidity who reinvented himself constantly to keep the world on its toes, Bowie was a trailblazer in both his sound and his attitude. The musical world is a poorer place without him.

“I don’t know where I’m going from here, but I promise it won’t be boring.” – David Bowie


Gene Wilder

Best known for his role in our fave Sunday afternoon sing-along, Willy Wonka & the Chocolate FactoryGene Wilder was a genius comedy actor (check out The Producers and Blazing Saddles if you’ve never seen them) – and also an incredible writer who penned three novels. When he passed away, Coldplay performed a rendition of the Willy Wonka track Pure Imagination as a tribute to the late actor, and we all wished extra hard for a golden ticket in our Dairy Milk.

“I trust if your life is right, the right things will happen at the right time.” – Gene Wilder


Muhammad Ali

Boxer Muhammad Ali was arguably (and plenty of people have argued it) the best athlete of the 20th Century. To this day, he remains the only three-time lineal heavyweight champion – but Ali was almost as notorious for his poetic verbal punches, his quotable interviews, and his devotion to the Civil Rights Movement. A heavyweight inside and outside the ring.

“Live everyday as if it were your last, because someday you’re going to be right.” – Muhammad Ali


Alan Rickman

Alan Rickman, you beautiful hooked-nose hero of a man. Best known these days for his role as Severus Snape in the Harry Potter films, Alan Rickman was also an actor who could make us laugh, cry and want to read everything Jane Austen ever wrote. As Snape he taught us the true meaning of frenemies, and he will be sorely missed. Always.

“If you could build a house on a trampoline, that would suit me fine.” – Alan Rickman


Crying yet? Let’s all give Spaghetti Toes a follow, and keep 2016’s lost legends alive by loving their work. Bedroom disco and movie night, anyone?

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I’m not a crier. I mean, sure I cry, I’m not a complete robot. But I’m not one of those people who cries every day. I probably cry, on average, once every two to three weeks.

I’m quite a specific crier: I don’t cry from pain, I don’t cry in movies that I’m supposed to (honestly, I’ve remained resolutely dry-eyed in The Notebook like, 10 times but I did openly weep in Cinderella) and I absolutely loathe crying in front of people.

Because of this, I’m quite good at delaying my crying. I know from experience that I can feel a cry coming on, sit in the tube for half an hour, walk the twenty minutes home, open the front door, shout hello to my housemates, scramble upstairs and the minute I cross over the threshold into my room – that’s when the tears will come.

This tactic means that I can generally stave off my tears until I’m in one of my trusty crying places:

In the shower

This is a practical option because a) no one can hear me, b) I don’t have to wash my face afterwards and c) for some reason, when I cry, I sweat a lot too. It’s like my sweat glands feel left out and want to get in on the action, so in addition to being snotty and teary, I also have the added benefit of looking like I’ve just been on a harder than average jog. The shower fixes all that in one.

In the bath

The reasons are all the same, but the bath has the added benefit of bubbles and candles and a John Mayer album if I want a nice romantic cry.

In my bed

Once every six months, when I can’t fall asleep I will let my imagination roam so far into the deep recesses of my brain that I will imagine how it would feel if someone in my family died. I know it’s morbid, but if I let my mind wander at night without any leash, this is where it ends up. The crying makes my eyes sleepy and the next day I’m always extra nice to my family. So, I guess that’s a silver lining?

To my dog, Bella

Bella is a 13-year-old border collie who has gone grey around her nose and her muzzle. She has arthritis so she can’t jump up on my bed like she used to, but I don’t mind sitting on the floor to talk to her because she’s still the best listener in the world. Bellsie is the most loyal of dogs, who only gets mildly annoyed when I throw my arms around her and tell her how much I love her.


(This is Bella)

In the cinema

As previously mentioned, I don’t like crying in front of people, but I don’t mind crying near them so long as we are in a completely dark room and no one is looking at me. I cry in films all the time, sometimes for reasons I can’t explain. I am an expert at the discreet eye-dab, the subtle wiping of nose on the sleeve, the silent sort of weeping where your eyes just won’t stop leaking. Plus, the cinema always involves excellent snacks, so they’ll cheer you right up.

On the floor

I once knew a girl that would only talk about her feelings if she was sitting under the dining room table. This is kind of how I feel about crying. In my opinion, crying is best done on the floor, where you can wail and weep and be in the foetal position or child’s pose (the two best crying positions) in a matter of milliseconds.

To my mum

My mum is the only person in the world who has the ability to make me burst into tears by just saying ‘Hi darling, how are you?’ I am a terrible liar. I can’t lie to my dentist about how often I floss or even to street fundraisers (once I ended up actually cancelling my credit card rather than just coming up with a reason why I couldn’t donate to Greenpeace). But I especially can’t lie to my mum. She smells my lies. I’m be part way through saying, ‘Oh, things are fi-” and my voice will wobble involuntarily and before I know it I am sitting on the floor blubbering.

There’s absolutely nothing wrong with have a good cry, and anyone who tells you otherwise is either a liar or has never seen any of the John Lewis Christmas ads. Embrace your cry.

After all, it’s what Weepy Girls’ Corner was made for.  

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Christmas is a time for giving to those in need. Some people buy a copy of The Big Issue. Some people donate tinned food to the homeless. Some people buy houses for their neighbours.

*Record scratch*

Wait, what?!

According to Indy 100, that’s exactly what Danielle Calder did when her 89-year-old neighbour, Angie Tyma, was evicted from her home in Florida.

When Angie’s husband sadly passed away, a family friend bought their house – at first renting it out to Angie, but then when they needed the money, selling it on to an investment firm. The new owners evicted Angie and with nowhere to go, she spent three weeks living in a motel. Until neighbour Danielle – AKA the Angel Gabriel, fairy Godmother, the Florida equivalent of that lovely old dude from Home Alone 2 – stepped in.

Danielle contacted the company that purchased Angie’s house and bought it back from them.

“Quite honestly, I didn’t need another house,” Danielle, 65, told TODAY. “But I needed her. I couldn’t see her living in a motel room… she’s been here so long. Everyone looks out for her.”

On Angie’s 89th birthday, Danielle handed her the keys to her house back after the entire neighbourhood had helped repaint it.

“It was the right thing to do,” Danielle said. “We’re family — the whole neighbourhood.”

Unless you’re Mark Zuckerberg, you might not be able to buy your neighbours a house this Christmas, but that’s not the point. This Christmas, let’s all channel our inner Danielle Calder and look out for everyone in our community. The Angies of the world are relying on us.


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Well, 2016 has been an intense year. Brexit, Drumpf. Brangelina. But every so often, something catches our eye, warms our heart and suddenly things don’t seem quite as tough.

Meet Polly.

Polly is a baby goat (she’s just a kid, badum tssh).


(Srlsy, who knew goats were so cute?)

Unfortunately, Polly’s got some pretty serious medical issues. She’s blind, as well as having neurological problems that affect her ability to eat, so she’s really underweight for her age.

On top of all of that, poor Polly suffers from anxiety.


(Yes, that is a goat in a freakin’ dressing gown)

When her owner, Leanne Lauricella, who runs a goat rescue group called Goats of Anarchy (guys, goat rescue groups are a thing), went shopping just before Halloween she caught sight of a child’s duck costume, complete with a big orange bill and two webbed feet.

So she bought it for her kid. Polly. (Sorry, the kid pun was too good to only use once).


(I think Polly is also wearing a nappy, in case you weren’t already squealing)

In addition to looking adorable, the duck costume turned out to have a wonderful side effect. Lauricella says: “There’s something about that duck costume that calms her. She goes into a little trance. She just closes her eyes and she’s out.”


(Look at the flippers, guys. The flippers!)

Now, whenever lil’ Polly has a panic attack, Lauricella whips out the duck costume, puts her in it, and voila! Instant calm.

And it doesn’t end there. Because she’s what we call ‘a bringer of joy’, Lauricella went back to the store and bought some more outfits. Here’s Polly as a pig.


(ha, take that Peppa.)

And a fox.


(In this one it does look a *little* like the fox is eating Polly, but somehow it’s still cute.)

Thanks to Lauricella’s excellent work taking care of Polly, she’s starting to grow and soon, she won’t be able to fit into the duck costume any more. But Lauricella thinks she’s found the solution; a new rescue goat and ready-made BFF, Pocket.


(It’s a tiny goat being cuddled by an even TINIER goat.)

Lauricella noticed that when she lay teeny Pocket on Polly’s back, “It was almost like that duck costume. I’ve noticed that anytime he’s lying next to her, she just gets calm. I’ve never seen her do that with another goat here.”


See – didn’t that make 2016 just that little bit better?

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It’s cold, wet and oh-so miserable outside today… but if this video doesn’t warm the cockles of your heart, we don’t know what will.

Shannon Beveridge, whose Youtube channel ‘nowthisisliving‘ has almost 450,000 subscribers, uploaded this beautiful video to her channel last week about coming to terms with her sexuality.

Sorry, you’re probably crying. But see, aren’t your cockles warm now?

Last week, seven-year-old Lilly captured the internet’s heart when her mum, Jennifer, posted an emotionally charged and inspirational letter Hillary Clinton sent to her daughter on her blog.

Earlier in the year, Jennifer Rosen-Heinz sent a note to Hillary Clinton about how Lilly wanted to change her name to Lillary (which as a Lily, I totally appreciate):


Jennifer didn’t really expect anyone to take the time to respond to her note. She thought they might one of those vague, stock letters that politicians and famous people often send out.

Which is why she was so surprised when this letter landed in her letterbox:


I literally tear up every single time I read the last line, “I may become the first woman President, but you Lilly, could be the next.”

Lillary’s parents decided to share the letter with everyone so that others could share in the Hill-spiration – and ohh, we’re glad they did.

So what have we learned, weepy gals? Whatever you want to be, don’t quit. Because Hillary sure as hell hasn’t.

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We’ve all seen the adverts. We know that periods and PMS shouldn’t stop us from wearing white playsuits, or going swimming, or playing sport at a professional level, or chartering a rocket to the moon. But every person and every period is different, and for every month where someone feels unstoppable, there will be another person who wants to stop the world and get off for a bit.

During your period, you’re allowed to do anything, everything – and nothing. Here’s how to do nothing in a nourishing way, if that’s the mood you’re in.

Practise the art of self-love

During your period, it’s totally normal not to feel like your best self. However, it can be hard to avoid falling into a spiral of self doubt and negative thoughts. If you’re in a pit of PMS depression or feeling spotty, achy and bloated you don’t feel like a confident go-getter – you’re using all of your energy on going to the loo every twenty minutes. So a bit of mindfulness doesn’t go amiss.

You don’t need to overthink it; just try to catch your thoughts if you’re thinking negatively about yourself. Think “I love Me, I am doing everything in my power to take care of Me, and I am doing an awesome job.” Be your own best babysitter, and treat yourself as kindly and tenderly as you can. This means that you’ll feel super strong, confident and ready to do great things when your hormones calm down.

Eat your chocolate biscuits from a silver platter

With the caveat that periods are much easier to deal with if you fill yourself with vegetables and vitamins, sometimes the only thing that makes us feel better is to eat so much junk food that we start to wonder whether it’s worth camping out on a petrol station forecourt in order to be close to a shop that sells nothing but Doritos and Jelly Babies.

The trouble with junk food is that sometimes, as the name suggests, eating it can make you feel even more rubbish. But you can avoid this by making an occasion out of it. Put the crisps in the prettiest bowl you can find, instead of just shoving your head inside the bag. Arrange the cupcakes on a china plate. This makes your period wallow feel like a special occasion, and you are less likely to end up covered in crumbs. No matter where your cycle is at, being covered in Monster Munch dust just isn’t good for the soul.

Channel Winnie the Pooh

Winnie is a wise bear, and knows the value of ‘stoutness exercises’ – this means that if your tummy feels round and uncomfortable, some very gentle movement can make all the difference and help you to feel a little less like you’re being possessed by a sentient volleyball that’s about to burst out of you, uterus first.

But importantly, Winnie bear-ly (#sorrynotsorry) breaks a sweat, and sticks to his comfort zone. This isn’t about feeling the burn so much as getting slightly warm and then stopping to open a window. If you can face it, a tiny bit of exercise will relieve any cramps, and give you a bit of a break from your sofa-and-bed-based routine.

Have an Ultimate Bath

If you’re prepared to put the effort in, washing yourself can be an art, and one of the most rewarding activities there is. It’s only a matter of time before a TV commissioner capitalises on this and everyone sits down each week to watch The Great British Bathe Off.

For now, focus any energy that you have on upping your bathtime game. Find the nicest scent you can. If you’re so inclined, many essential oils are thought to have properties that ease your menses cramps, including lavender, clary sage, rose, peppermint and cinnamon (if it smells nice, it has probably, at some point in history been used to cheer someone up during their period) but the posh bubble bath you got for Christmas will definitely do the trick too.

Spend time getting the temperature right. Sometimes the body feels warmer during menstruation, so you might be more comfortable if your bath is on the cool side. When the bath has been run, make a peppermint tea, put a classical station on if you have a bathroom radio, and wallow away. When you get out, you’ll feel like Venus rising from a clam shell, if Venus was Beyonce.

Sleep where you fall

Fact: you’re not lazy – periods are tiring. As your oestrogen levels plummet, you might find that your iron levels drop too. Making sure that you get plenty of vitamins and eating iron-rich foods will help you get back to normal, but during the first couple of days, the best thing you can do for your body is to give it the sleep it craves. If you can’t keep your eyes open, it’s fine to have a nap. Unless you’re in the middle of crossing a road. Or using scissors.

If you know that you tend to get sleepy at the start of your period, try to give people a heads-up so you’ve got the time and space to get your head down. If your body wants extra rest, the smartest thing you can do is listen to it.


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Sometimes, the internet gets you down. Instagram makes you wish that you were somewhere in the Bahamas; Snapchat makes you wish that your parents had lets you go to Daisy’s birthday pool party; YouTube makes you wish you could do amazing winged eyeliner.

But then sometimes, the internet gives you a gift, something so absolutely perfect that you literally have to spend a minute just starting longingly at the screen. This is one of those things.

You know the only thing cuter than babies, with their chubby legs and their gummy smiles?

Babies dressed as old people.

Why is this so cute? Well, there are a number of theories being bandied about at the betty offices.

Theory #1

Babies actually look a lot like old people. They have thin hair and gummy smiles and they sometimes need help walking.


Theory #2

Their chubby cheeks actually support glasses really well. And my god, they can rock a cardigan and mid calf socks like it’s nobody’s business.

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Theory # 3

Old people sometimes have a wistful look in their eye; a look that says “I have been places and I have seen things. I remember the day JFK was killed and the day the Neil Armstrong landed on the moon”. It’s pretty much the exact same look that babies get when they learn the word for ‘pasta’ or take two steps without falling over.

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Look, it’s impossible to really pinpoint what exactly is so cute about paediatrics dressed as geriatrics, but let’s not explain the magic away. Let’s just stare at the adorable tiny humans and weep.

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