a poem by Hannah Jones.
I love my Skin,
it keeps me in,
if there was nowt,
my guts would fall out,
I'd be no fun to cuddle,
as bones and a puddle,
I'm so glad I'm not goo,
coz I want to hug you. x
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- Hello I'm Hannah, I started this blog in 2009 when I was 23 and I worked in the reception of a gallery and had a lot of work time to kill. Since then I've got married, cycled to Kuwait just for lols, had a baby, been a bit homeless, had another baby, had cancer, and tried to become a stand up comedian. My day job since 2010 has been "community artist" which means I help people make meaningless pretty art that everybody enjoys, as opposed to the lonely kind of artist that exhibits sculptures made from other people's teeth. My husband is half french and this year we decided to all move to Perpignan, so my life is now mainly, learning french, parenting and sunbathing.
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