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I was watching Barbie in my room when I heard soft thuds. I waited, and after I heard it again, I rushed out to the parlour, my heart...

My name is Bryn, and this year I turn 36 years old. I have never told my story like this before, and never in this much detail. I’m hoping it gives others some comfort and strength to know that life can get better and is worth living. Keep in mind that despite how this all happened, I’m here to write this today. That being said…

The needle whirrs and purrs, and an image of a naked woman reading a book, her head exploding into fireworks slowly appears on my skin. The ceiling’s pattern looks beautiful from where I am, despite the intense brightness of the tattoo artist’s lights. This is my fourth tattoo—but unlike the first three, this one carries a deeper, sadder meaning.

There’s no easy way to say this: we lost our baby. At 12 weeks, after hearing the heartbeat and seeing that small, flickering light on the ultrasound, we felt like we were past the hardest part. But sadly, our first pregnancy ended in a missed miscarriage, and everything changed.

I can’t quite pinpoint when it all started — the hatred towards myself and my body, the unparalleled self-loathing, and the unwavering desire to limit my food intake. But once I’d entered the world of disordered eating and everything that came with it, it became increasingly hard to leave. 

Lagos — Nigeria’s economic and cultural epicentre — is a city that thrives on ambition, creativity, and relentless drive. Its vibrant...

When I started a relationship in my first year of university, I didn’t know it would unlock a journey of pain, growth, motherhood, bitterness, and healing.

When I was six, I learned that a house could disappear overnight. In Malang, rain wasn’t just water falling from the sky. Sometimes it...

I’m a reporter, journalist and producer for the biggest broadcaster in the world. It sounds impressive but what is it really like to work...