As the sun sets, and the last trolley is returned to the stand, a different queue of shoppers emerges from the shadows to sort through the waste products of the day’s trade. They’re a mixed bunch and have a myriad of reasons for being here. But for many newcomers, bin foraging is an act of self-sufficiency in an increasingly unequal society. Last month as the senate debated further cuts to an already squeezed welfare system, spurring Senator Lambie’s impassioned plea to empathise with how..
As dusk settled last night, Westside locals gathered to say “no” to homophobia in a candlelit vigil held in Footscray Park. A recent cluster of alleged attacks by gangs in both Westgate and Footscray parks on members of the gay community prompted organiser, James Wray, to call for an emergency assembly of concerned locals and allies in a peaceful procession to reclaim the park as a safe space for all. Wray recounted a time when he was savagely beaten for identifying as a gay man as he..
The days that are the hardest for me are those seemingly without purpose. 9am: I pull myself out of my semi-lucid stupor and earnestly busy myself scrolling for journalist or photographer job adverts. The mind chatter starts~you know the kind~the gurgling, stinging insistence that you are not doing enough, being enough. Our society constructs our self-worth inside 4 hallowed brick walls: regular taxable employment, financial stability, house ownership, and progeny. And usually built in that..
PART 4 (FINAL): How I Lost 35kgs In 12 Months And Managed To Keep It Off: My amazing weight-loss journey
Tokyo was a veritable smorgasboard! Without parental supervision over my eating habits, I was free to eat whatever my heart desired. And Japanese cuisine was so far removed from my Australian experience that every meal was an adventure into flavour town. I was a gastronomical psychonaut! Every morsel tasted of liberty, and every bite was free from the astringency of shame. My Japanese hosts actually delighted in putting plates before me–their eyes brimming with tears of national pride as I..
After that day, Mum never hit me again. I’d like to think she felt remorse even though she never said anything about it ever again. But there’s a sinking feeling inside that her newfound discretion came more from a fear of being labelled a child abuser and losing her job as a primary school teacher. A week after this incident, at the awkward age of eight, Aunt Flow came to visit me for the first time. I was so scared that I covered it up with wads of tissues and never told anyone else about..
I became a bigger awkwardness (literally) to my Mum’s condition when I tried on my new school uniform for Big School and stuck out my belly as far as it would go and joyfully exclaimed “Look Mummy! I can be pregnant like you!” My Mum, who was very concerned that the size of my uniform was so much larger than the size of my age, looked at me and retorted “Well, you’ll have to stop snacking then, won’t you!”, and looked away in disgust. My very pregnant Mother came to my school with a beautiful..
My Mum says my weight problems started when I was five. She reckons my insatiable need for food is the direct result of my after-preschool care ‘mum’, whose name I can’t even recall now, I just remember my bestest-friend-in-the-whole-world-Zoe (my world being Upper Mt Gravatt, Brisvegas, 4122). I also remember building horses out of toilet rolls and Cornflakes boxes and, of course, the food. She (lets call her Sugar Mama) introduced me to the pleasures of snacking. I discovered and eventually..