shame

A few days ago, I was taking Ruby for a walk. It was mid-afternoon and she

January is built upon shame. The drinks you shouldn’t have had. The gym you should have

Dear Shame It’s me, Emma. You’ve been telling me who I am for a long

Shame is a blush that starts round your neck and spreads to your bones.  It

in the light of the fridge and the debris of your binge you are not

Yep, you heard me. A stinking, horrible, miserable fraud. I’ve always felt it.  There’s something

What’s the role of shame in your life? Is it something you can easily brush

Do you ever feel ashamed? Not embarrassed.  Not ‘oh dear, that was awkward’.  Not discomfort.