Live Below The Line

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update: i managed to raise just under ten pounds in that week! i donated them directly, but if you’re still interested in helping Save The Children, follow the blue donate link at the end of this post.

Hi everyone! It’s been a while yeah? Yeah. I’ve just finished with the major production at my school and I’m exhausted, but all that can be said in a life update later. Right now? An issue of importance.

UntitledWell, in support of my chosen charity Save The Children, I’m going to be living on about £1 (R11) – or below the poverty line- a day for the next five days. I’m trying to raise as much money as I can. I’ve done shopping for the week with R55 (or about £5) and my parents will not be providing me with food this week. I’m documenting my entire journey on my Twitter and Instagram (links in the side bar) and I’m trying to make a difference: almost 20% of the world lives like this, and I’d like to be part of the group of people that tries to put a stop to it.

UntitledAlright, so this is where super ambitious Shalom comes out. I’m really scared that no-one will donate but I’m trying to remain positive & keep my hopes up. What I’m asking for is for everyone who can donate ANYTHING (literally from £1 to £100) to do so, and for those who can’t to share this and inform everyone you know about what I’m doing. I’ve gotten tonnes of support and love from the online community before and I’m asking for support for something way bigger than you and me.

Please, please do something for someone else today, and help the thousands of children that Save The Children does! Click the donate button below, and share this with everyone you know!

“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.”

Love and light,

Shalom X

(ps: how do you like the new format?)

TUNESday (even though it’s Thursday)

Hello pals!

This week some things have happened.

  • I have somehow acquired fantastic dress sense
  • I  may have broken a tambourine
  • I’ve put two people to sleep in my lap (so far!!!)

That aside, today I’ve discovered and rediscovered some beautiful music, and I’m going to share it with you all. I don’t know why it was such a difficult decision to make, but it was and I sat on my knees for a long time before I started writing this post. In any case, here you go! Forgive me, because I am not good at reviews!

1. The Girl by City and Colour

City and Colour is Canadian singer-songwriter Dallas Green. This track, from the Bring Me Your Love album of 2008, is full of simple lyrics and beautiful guitar, and has the ability to send me to an summer-autumn day in thirty seconds flat. The lyrics are cyclical and every verse reinforces the former. It’s a beautiful song. 100% recommend.

2. Same Suit, Different Tie by The Maine

I don’t know if I adore this song because of how much I want to believe in the lyrics, or because of the truth of them. Both, I rate.You see, there’s something about realising that you have, or can, find yourself “so through with [your] miserable youth”Same Suit, Different Tie  is all about shaking off the awful high school or primary school memories, but remaining yourself, and then eventually killing it in the “real world”. My favourite thing about this song is that it feels like a splashing around in anything that lifts my spirit. I’ve made a conscious effort to dress in a way that makes me feel super grand this week (post coming, believe me) but really, I’ve just found myself “shaking off the dust and assuming a pose”. Give this a listen if you (a) are feeling down and need to remember how to take care of yourself, (b) if you want to hear some good music, or (c) if you like indie-rock bands that deserve more recognition.

NOTE: I love this album very much & may end up doing a whole post on it. Who knows? (Not me.)

3. Give Me A Try by The Wombats

Alrighty, fellow mortals: let’s talk about The Wombats. The jumpy English indie rock band has a habit of releasing kick ass songs with dancey beats and catchy lyrics, and judging by the music from the new release Glitterbug (available for pre-order here), including Give Me A Try, this should be a good year for them. Give Me A Try is wonderful, because it’s what it implies: it’s asking for a chance. My favourite line is “London can try, it’ll never swallow me whole”. The chorus – a proposal, in some way – is one I’d say yes to:

We could be gigantic, everything I need
Vicodin on Sunday nights
This could be worth the risk, worth the guarantee
This could be the drug that doesn’t bite
Just give me a try

I think everyone should. Just give it a try! (see what I did there?) (I made myself giggle, okay.)


Thus ends my musical recs/reviews post! It was difficult – more difficult than I anticipated, but I loved making it and listening to more music. I hope you guys enjoy this, and if you don’t, I’ll enjoy it for you. Have a beautiful day!

[it’s almost midnight and i have rehearsal tomorrow so i’m 400% certain that the crash is coming]

love and light
Shalom x

an open letter to primary school

trigger warning: depression, anxiety, eating disorders

dear primary school

dear age five to twelve

dear risidale and emmarentia and everything in between


primary school, you were not fun. In grade one my shoes got stolen and I wanted to cry but I thought I’d be yelled at if I did. So I didn’t. When I was eight I started noticing that I was detached from everyone else in the class. I used to sit and box them all, and tried desperately to squeeze into a box, and I never could. In grade four, I learned about depression, and I had a teacher who was phenomenal at the time – Ms V. She cried a lot and had body image issues and skipped a lot of school days. I remember thinking that I understood what she was going through, that we could be friends because we were going through the same thing, I thought. I didn’t say anything though. She was a teacher. I was nine. I was a girl who could spell anything, except library. I When I was ten I started resenting the fact that I was black more than I had previously. I got teased and made fun of because I was darker than the other girls. Then, I learned about depression from a much harsher teacher: experience. I started feeling things I couldn’t understand – like not wanting to come to school. I loved learning, but I didn’t feel anything except lethargy. I know- “at age ten? really?” Yes really, I was in grade six at the time. In grade seven I started to resent my intelligence, tried to join any and every group that would have me, gave my homework away, cried more than I thought I could, and then got told to “see someone”. My dad got mad when he found out that he had a crazy daughter. My mom got – I don’t really know how she felt – when she discovered that her once shining girl who was supposed to be a prodigy spent the better parts of her day crying, lying or intentionally hurting herself to “feel anything that didn’t mean I was nothing” (quote from grade seven diary). I saw my marks plummet and my opinion of myself recede into nothing – I went for three days, that I remember clearly, convinced that it was’;t my fault I didn’t have friends like the other girls, it was just because people couldn’t see me. When I was eleven teachers started thinking it was smart to talk the eating disorders section of the Life Orientation textbook rather than teach it, leaving me, and possibly (probably) others trying to tell people that I needed help, that I identified with Mary who struggles to eat in front of people but binges at night, that I related to Sue who never ate and was convinced that she was fat and would not fit through doors despite her flat chest and sharp bones, that I was Shalom who had such a strange relationship with something that shouldn’t have a hold over me the way it did. Does. Do disorders go away?


Dear Primary School,

You taught me that things are not always kind. And that honesty can get you into trouble. And that people won’t always appreciate your intelligence.

You taught me how to sit alone and how to think. You taught me how to speak to adults. You taught me how to make people listen. You taught me how different people are. Thank you.

Thanks. I wouldn’t be where I am today without you. It’s not a wonderful place, but it’s where I am and things are happening and things are possible so thank you.


these things about me are not pretty or lovely or a wonder to behold. they are parts of me that have, for so long, attacked me from the inside. secrets that i’ve had to keep alone and i won’t anymore.

these parts of me are not easy to love, but i’m going to try anyway. and maybe you will too. but the truth is that whether you do or you don’t, it’s beyond my control and i’m going to have to let things like that go.

love and light
Shalom