On Valentines Day…

(With my apologies to those of you who are only here for the recipes – occasionally I digress into other things that I feel are important, too, and today instead of sharing my Love Soup recipe or Come To Bed Carbonara again, this came pouring out of my fingertips instead.) Happy Valentines day…  To every man and woman who ever told me I wasn’t good enough. To the one who said my reflexive shutting down sometimes was like ‘fucking a corpse’. (Abuse survivor here, that’s not how to make it all start working again btw). To the one who hit me across the face when I said no. To the one who strangled me and assaulted me when I was pregnant. To the ones who call me fat, porky, that tell me I’ve let myself go. To every anonymous egg on Twitter who has fantasised about my death, rape and torture, and told me so. To the naysayers, the abusers, the violent, the deeply unhappy. I wish for you – nothing but love. Because all of these things come from a place where love is void. They come from the darkness. They come from the polar opposite of the patience and kindness, the benevolence, the warmth, the self-acceptance, that is love.  Happy Valentines Day to the lonely, the dispossessed, those sitting in their bedrooms typing furious shit to strangers...

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