Celebrating the stories of those who dare

and those who gently say get lost* to the ‘shoulds’ and the naysayers

*or a derivative

I double dare you

If you are daring, we will be your witnesses. And loudly cheer your name.

What about if there was a platform where women were encouraged to do things they’ve been told they shouldn’t? Where you could be inspired by other girls around the world kicking goals in areas that aren’t traditional, or that are, who are smashing glass ceilings, taking aim and taking names, choosing a life that’s outside what’s expected of them?

How Dare She? is just one medium where stories of women daring to do the things they ‘shouldn’t’ are celebrated. Loud. And with marching bands and (biodegradable) streamers. The daring stories can be as small as shaving your head and as large as aiming for Presidency.

The Stories

Love Yourself Through Thick, Thin, And Crohn’s

Love Yourself Through Thick, Thin, And Crohn’s

As I say goodbye to my kids at the school gate, I feel a slight change. I can’t explain it, but something feels different. Suddenly I’m conscious of my breathing and aware of every sensation in my body. It’s as though I can feel every air molecule touching my skin. A...

6 Things Young Women Should Stop Worrying About Right Now

6 Things Young Women Should Stop Worrying About Right Now

If you’ve ever been to the shops in the middle of Winter you will have definitely seen that gaggle of teenage girls squawking in the middle of the store because their eyebrows are “melting”. It's a catastrophe: the victim of the eyebrow melt is crying, her mascara is...

5 Tips For Living (And Working) With The Black Dog

5 Tips For Living (And Working) With The Black Dog

When I was first diagnosed with depression, I excitedly told anyone who would listen about it. Why was I excited? Because, in my eyes, a diagnosis meant a cure. I happily took my medication and went to therapy and waited to be cured. And waited. And waited. And guess...

Dare To Leave Home

Dare To Leave Home

2004 ‘Well, I guess this is it, right?’ I looked at my family holding back tears as I was about to go through airport security. Last hugs, kisses and reassurances from them, as well as a silent plea from me, hoping for someone to tell me not to go. ‘We love you,’ they...

There Is A Fire Inside Of Me

There Is A Fire Inside Of Me

I don’t remember the moment the spark was lit, possibly because it was so long ago. I suspect the moment two X chromosomes fused and deemed me female, was the moment the flame flickered into life. For 40 years it has been a slow burn, with the exception of four years...

Daring To Speak Up

Daring To Speak Up

Daring snuck up on me. I now know it has always been there, nudging me – propelling me towards the freedom to be myself. When I started work on an industrial site, I dared to wear men’s steel cap boots with a floral dress while they waited for stocks of women’s work...

The One YouTuber Your Daughter (Or Mother) Must Watch In 2018

The One YouTuber Your Daughter (Or Mother) Must Watch In 2018

You know those people who straight up make you love being a part of the human race? The people that no matter what kind of crappy and stab-myself-in-the-eye-with-a-fork day you have had, they somehow make you laugh? Lilly Singh is one of those people. She is by far...

Crossing The Line – A Domestic Violence Survival Story

Crossing The Line – A Domestic Violence Survival Story

I was 20 when I met him. I was working in a bar, and my previous relationship had just ended. I’d been cheated on and heartbroken, and then Mike* walked in for a beer. He’d come in every day after he finished work to have a drink and we’d chat. Eventually, things...

How To Survive The Feudal System Of High School

How To Survive The Feudal System Of High School

A very, very, very (Mum’ll say I need thesaurus.com) long time ago in Rome there was something called a Feudal System. Basically, the Feudal System determined the class of a person and was structured like a triangle. There were four main classes of people in this...

Love Yourself Through Thick, Thin, And Crohn’s

As I say goodbye to my kids at the school gate, I feel a slight change. I can’t explain it, but something feels different. Suddenly I’m conscious of my breathing and aware of every sensation in my body. It’s as though I can feel every air molecule touching my skin. A...

6 Things Young Women Should Stop Worrying About Right Now

If you’ve ever been to the shops in the middle of Winter you will have definitely seen that gaggle of teenage girls squawking in the middle of the store because their eyebrows are “melting”. It's a catastrophe: the victim of the eyebrow melt is crying, her mascara is...

5 Tips For Living (And Working) With The Black Dog

When I was first diagnosed with depression, I excitedly told anyone who would listen about it. Why was I excited? Because, in my eyes, a diagnosis meant a cure. I happily took my medication and went to therapy and waited to be cured. And waited. And waited. And guess...

Dare To Leave Home

2004 ‘Well, I guess this is it, right?’ I looked at my family holding back tears as I was about to go through airport security. Last hugs, kisses and reassurances from them, as well as a silent plea from me, hoping for someone to tell me not to go. ‘We love you,’ they...

There Is A Fire Inside Of Me

I don’t remember the moment the spark was lit, possibly because it was so long ago. I suspect the moment two X chromosomes fused and deemed me female, was the moment the flame flickered into life. For 40 years it has been a slow burn, with the exception of four years...

Daring To Speak Up

Daring snuck up on me. I now know it has always been there, nudging me – propelling me towards the freedom to be myself. When I started work on an industrial site, I dared to wear men’s steel cap boots with a floral dress while they waited for stocks of women’s work...

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Woman-friends gathered and I heard stories of births and tragedies and struggles. My dear friends brought their friends, women I barely knew, to tell me their stories. After each conversation, that phrase – “there is nothing new under the sun” – would pop to the surface of my thoughts, and I would turn it over and over. We strive so hard to be individuals, but when you’re in the deep ocean in the dark, hearing women you actually know – women with jobs and hair-dos and dogs and lives – have swum that same ocean and eventually found sand under their feet? Well. It just helps.

~ Kendall

Now, at 38, I really am fat.

And I’m bored of hating myself about it.

Because I’m also freaking glorious! And clever, and an award-winning copywriter with her own flourishing, unfunded business, and a mother to three amazing humans, and a foster mother to fifteen kids to date, and a successful wife, who makes her swooning husband insanely happy, and a good friend, and I can tap dance like a demon and I bleeding love lemon meringue pie, for goodness sake.

~ Jay

Why should it matter? School and work is a big part of our day and when we get there we naturally feel the need to fit in with whoever is stronger, but why? I have no idea what goes on in the human brain but for some reason, we feel like we need to make certain people impressed with what we do, and that is messed up!

Don’t let those Kings know they got to you, don’t do what they tell yo because there is one person who is stronger and wiser than a King.

BE THE FREAKING QUEEN!

~ Ella

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