A bicycle is my last refuge in this world where the beauty ideal is pushed at every turn.
On a bike I feel free from adverts, magazines, Gok Wan, telling me how to look, what to wear, how to behave.
On my bike I am free. I sweat, let the wind blow through my hair til it stands on end, rain streams refreshingly down my bare face, mud splatters my clothes. I feel alive. I feel powerful yet affected by nature. I feel strong and weak and focussed. Wild.
grrrl + bike 