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Let's talk about.. body acceptance

Let’s talk about.. body acceptance

In 2013, I was in therapy for an eating disorder. I came together with a therapy group once a week for the duration of nine months. For years I have been wanting to share about this on my blog. I never dared to. It was my secret, not to be spoken about. Until now. Because...
Magic..

Magic..

Finally, I get to tell you some dating stories. The first man I called from the ‘ballenboekje’ gave this crazy project the best start I could wish for (remember that little book of phone numbers my friend put together for me during her wedding?). He loved the idea of going out on a date with...
You Can't Win If You Don't Play

You Can’t Win If You Don’t Play

Disclaimer: this blog post will not tell you about the first date I had with a guy from het ballenboekje. It might, however, answer your ‘but why a date project?!’-question. In the last week of May, I flew out to the United States for yet another wedding. It was a beautiful celebration of love (with...
Single at the Wedding

Single at the Wedding

It has been two weeks since I called out my date project. Spoiler alert: I haven’t been on any dates since. Indeed, no second date with the Kingsday-man. I asked him some questions for this blog -proper journalistic research- and then he realised he just couldn’t date a journalist. (Well, that may be an alternative...
First Date

First Date

Last week I deleted all dating apps from my phone. I hadn’t been on a date in many (many) months and had installed them in a half-hearted attempt to change my luck. But pretty quickly I figured meeting people virtually based on a swipe wasn’t for me. I told a friend: “I just want to...
De laatste donderdag

De laatste donderdag

Het is maandag ochtend wanneer ik dit schrijf. Ik ben vroeg wakker geworden. Het leven begint weer. Het voelt alsof die zin veel meer wil uitdrukken dan die vier woorden kunnen (en alsof hij net zo onwaar als waar is). Vorige week is jouw leven geëindigd. Daarmee ook een heftige periode van naar dat einde...
Afscheidsbrief

Afscheidsbrief

Voor Marjolein Wat zou jij schrijven in een afscheidsbrief? Dat vroeg ik mij laatst af. Niet omdat jij het type bent die er een zou schrijven, maar omdat ik er graag een van je zou willen krijgen. Als geruststelling, omdat je zou zeggen dat je genoten hebt, van een mooi leven. Als houvast ook, om...
Ben je bang voor de dood?

Ben je bang voor de dood?

Er werden medicijnen voorgeschreven om de alzheimer te vertragen. Maar het bleek dat slow-motion het lijden alleen maar zichtbaarder maakt. Na een paar jaar met deze ziekte heeft ze besloten uit het leven te stappen. De euthanasie is goedgekeurd, het aftellen is begonnen. Zo opgelucht was ze “dat het mag” dat ze haar huisarts een...

Don’t worry just travel?

I hope I have never told people to not worry about money and simply travel. Because as this blog (entitled Why ‘Don’t Worry About Money, Just Travel’ Is the Worst Advice of All Time) demonstrates: being able to travel is often directly related to huge privilege.  
The Local

The Local

Who says you can’t have random adventures at home? I am sitting by the door of fancy People’s Place in Amsterdam, doing a door shift for the swing dance party I’m attending. Two guys walk in: French, attractive and wondering what kind of party is going on here? One of them coincidentally knows how to...
Portfolio: Ubuntu Academy Writings

Portfolio: Ubuntu Academy Writings

Some people think I’ve been holidaying these past months. Although I like to think life is a holiday, I did work in Cape Town. One of my tasks with Ubuntu Academy Cape Town was to create website content. I wrote about the end of the beginning, to announce we had come to the end of...
The Best Of

The Best Of

Fifteen Months of Travelling Things I learned about myself: I don’t send postcards. I send hearts on WhatsApp. Dancing is my drug, my energy, my first love always. My friends and family are part of who I am. I am independent and strong. I have principles; that’s okay. I live by them but sometimes I break...