The honesty policy.
If Lena Dunham can write in a book about being raped or “treated inappropriately” by a teacher, why can we not read such things online? I think I used to. You know, read honest accounts of heartache without a sponsored post caveat at the bottom. Or scroll through my Facebook feed and see real headlines, not the newsy click-baiting I see today. The blogs that I held close to my heart slowly evolve into the type of trashy, mainstream media sites that I specifically chose to avoid. (Yeh, that’s right. You know the ones I’m talking about).
And so it came to me. A lightbulb moment as such. In bed, just after the lights were turned off. At that point, I didn’t have the motivation to get up and write it down but it thankfully came back as I showered the next morning (why do I do all my best thinking in the shower?). If I want to read lovely stories, about real life, real challenges, real happiness; why wouldn’t anyone else?
It is with great pride, I introduce to you - honest articulation. A curated bunch of stories without the semi-gloss of a woman’s weekly gossip magazine. To celebrate and inspire; to support and encourage. To laugh and maybe sometimes, to even cry. Real life is real, and here, that’s just fine.