Hungrymama
@hungrymama.bsky.social
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Leftie, feminist, pākehā, fat. She/her. A bunch of chronic conditions in a trenchcoat. Toitū te Tiriti. Mostly cat pics and whining. Ōtautahi. Profile pic by Fran Henricksen
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Hello! I seem to have a bunch of new followers from a diabetes focussed list. Welcome to my wee corner of Aotearoa!

This account is radically body/weight neutral. Any fatpbobia, body shaming, or pathologising of fat bodies will earn an instablock. Or a rant before the block if I’m feeling spicy.
Definitely good to look into that sooner rather than later.
I had the coolest retro boy-leg togs and they brought me so much joy.
I still carry trauma from the combo of school swimming, high cut 80s togs and being hit real hard with the puberty stick.
The pants are horrifying, but please please pretty please can this give us some respite from worrying about an untrimmed bikini line?
C is the family chat MVP. Today he is sharing pictures of where the library book he needs isn’t.
And you start young. There were a bunch of Mum Speeches about justice and equality and not being a dick that my kids knew by heart long before they were teenagers.
You get a whole different flavour of bullying at single sex schools
It boggles me how so many teens are really awesome, but the ones that aren’t lean so hard into grossness. Like you can’t just handwave it away as a phase they all go through, coz they don’t.
Yikes! Hopefully B’s dose of reality will have prompted at least some of them to rethink their words.
True. Horrible, but true.
I do not wish to feel nostalgic about Jim fucking Bolger.
Next attempt I’m going to make my partner do it with me so at least I have someone at home to practice with.
I’ve struggled with language learning as an adult but still make an attempt every decade or so.
I am so mad that I am monolingual because my English ancestors stole the languages of both my Welsh ancestors and my Parents’ chosen home. I should have had three languages from birth and I would have been so much better for it.
Tonight F is playing the entirety of John Coltrane’s Blue Train. Capital Blues Basement@Jack Hackett’s, 9pm, $20 cover charge
John Coltrane's Blue Train | Wellington Jazz Festival
www.jazzfestival.nz
It’s so awful. There needs to be so much more support. I’m super aware that I’m only doing ok because I have a partner who a) earns really well and b) doesn’t suck. I’m lucky, but being dependent never feels 100% secure.
Iggy Pop is possibly the only person on the planet that I will risk an outdoor music festival for.
Also, and I cannot emphasise this strongly enough, the purpose of education should be about much much much more than getting jobs.
When the humanities are constantly undermined, underfunded and understaffed, describing a BA in disparaging terms is really really unhelpful.
F has solved most of the difficult aspects of moving - he’s moving across the road to the flat where he already does most of his socialising and rehearsing.
I still disagree.

I think comparing degrees like this is pointless and mean spirited and frankly plays into the hands of a government determined to gut our education system.