#ITalkSex Because...

Last week the Scarlet Ladies launched their #ITalkSex campaign, and this is a campaign I am passionate about and one I believe is extremely important for women all over!

It aims to get a conversation going about
female sexuality - so, I'm here to invite you ladies to join the conversation. As, in the words of the Scarlet Ladies, “Female sexuality is not a dirty secret. It’s a part of who we are.”

The Scarlet Ladies HQ summarise the campaign perfectly, here:

I was born and brought up in Brazil, where women are hyper-sexualised. We now live in a society that is aware that women everywhere fall victim to sexual harassment, sexual abuse and rape. But unfortunately, the Brazilian culture is one of those that encourages the normalisation of this sort of behaviour.

At the age of 6, boys at school would call me sexy. I hated it, and I  would punch any boy that said I  was “pretty” or “sexy”. In the end  though, I was always the one that  got into trouble with the  headteachers; “they’re just complimenting you, is all. It’s a nice thing. You can’t punch people for complimenting you. The  headteachers would say to me –  yes, “headteacherS” plural, as this  happened in more than one school.

Ok, yes, physical violence wasn’t  the best way for me to deal with this unwanted attention but telling a little girl that she should ignore her feelings and feel lucky to be called “pretty” or “sexy” by her peers, is not right; it is dangerous and harmful. Eventually, I came to believe that if I fought against those comments, then I was wrong and I'd get in trouble for it.

At the age of 10, for a period of 5 months, I was sexually abused by an uncle. Then, in my teens, I moved from Brazil to London, and I experienced more sexual abuse; I was groped and felt up by some of the boys at school. I quickly learned that people’s assumptions are that Brazilian women have lots of sex and love any physical contact.

I am disgusted by unwanted male attention - it is UNWANTED - and I was vocal about it at school, which resulted in my peers calling me “frigid”.

This label left me feeling very confused; it was clear that it was a negative thing. I simply couldn’t work out how to behave, and eventually I lost me and lost track of what I wanted; I knew I wasn’t sure about sex, but I also felt the need to fit into society and thus, I decided to live up to the expectation that as a Brazilian woman, I should be sexy and enjoy lots of sex – so, I started dating and having lots of sex. It is what society wanted after all, right?

But, when one relationship ended and soon after I met someone else, I was then called a “slut”. Around that time, I also realised I was attracted to girls, and I explored those desires. And, again, I was called a slut for doing so. Because HOW DARE I, A WOMAN, MOVE ON AND HAVE SEXUAL RELATIONS WITH ANOTHER MAN?! AND HOW DARE I, STILL A WOMAN, TURN DOWN A MAN FOR ANOTHER WOMAN?! GASP!!!!

In my teens, I tried to talk sex, and some people seemed shocked that as a victim of sexual abuse, I enjoy sex and am so open, honest and willing to talk about it. It’s assumed that because I've been sexually abused, then I should be anti-sex, when in fact I LOVE to talk sex.

Trying to live up to the above assumptions and expectations of me, left me feeling confused and overwhelmed. I eventually stopped talking about the sexual abuse I survived, or about the abortion I had or about how I fantasised about women, and I never talked about how I didn’t want to have sex with my boyfriend most of the time but I forced myself to.

I stopped talking. Full stop.

Society made me feel like I couldn’t talk about any of it and that I didn’t have a choice over how I explored my body. For a long time, I believed that I was here to please male partners. Society’s views on sex has become very much about women pleasing men, and that’s wrong and damaging. We still live in times where if a woman doesn’t have sex, then she’s “frigid”, yet if she does have sex, especially with multiple partners, then she’s a “slut”. I’ve been called both – as mentioned above - which is special kind of confusing! There is a huge misconception about women and sex – and it’s about time we changed that.

Last year I discovered the Scarlet Ladies, who have given me a safe and judgement free environment to talk about my sexual experiences and feelings on this subject. Now, I know that women have a right to explore their sexuality, when they want, however they want it and as often as they like, without judgement. My body is mine and I decide when, with whom and how my sexual experiences happen! I can have lots of sex or no sex at all, this is my choice and it’s nobody else’s business.

Now, I talk sex because I didn’t talk about it for a long time and that silence caused me a lot of harm. I talk sex because I believe that sharing our stories, experiences and doubts is important, it spreads knowledge and knowledge is power. I also genuinely believe that had other women around me talked sex, then I would've had healthier sexual experiences.

I talk sex to not only help me in my healing, but to also hopefully let other women know that they are not alone, and that talking sex is important, and healthy, and it can be life changing in an extremely positive and powerful way. The thought of other women being silent about their sexuality, the same way I was, really upsets and worries me. Talking sex has helped me claim my experiences and sexuality as my own; it’s mine and nobody has the right to take that away from me.

Photography by the fabulous Faby and Carlo 

Thanks to talking sex, I’ve now walked away from abusive relationships – including one particularly harmful one where I became a personal porn-star for over ten years. I’m finally getting to know who I really am and who I want to be, for me. And I’m slowly working out that:
  • I am someone who enjoys sex, with another person or on my own;
  • but now I respect my wishes and my body, and I respect that I am a woman who can only be intimate with someone I love, respect, and feel extremely comfortable with. (Which apparently goes against my Brazilian roots; as I’m not having sex all the time …);
  • I identity as pansexual;
  • I no longer have sex to please others, I do it for me;
  • there is nothing wrong with having sex or not having sex, IT’s UP TO US! It’s a gift that we choose how to fit into our lives.

A loved one recently told me that:

And this has really helped me realise that sex is more than about physically sleeping with someone else; so much more. For me, now, I am exploring my body on my own – and that’s how I want it for a while; I need some alone time with my body - and it’s been the most healing and liberating experience. It's been incredibly empowering to be with myself and learn about myself without the influence or pressure from someone who thinks of women as sex objects.

I’ve noticed that some people are uncomfortable when others talk openly about sex and sexual abuse. But this is a conversation that I believe we should be having. I hope to one day live in a world where ignorant and narrow-minded views about sexuality no longer exist. And I am more than happy & willing to be part of this revolution.

Talking sex has empowered me, and I hope that we can inspire others to do the same.


I am super proud to be part of this powerful and, in my opinion, much needed campaign. And if you wanna join the #ITalkSex movement, you can! Head over to the Scarlet Ladies Website and find out how you can get involved. You can also find more words (and more beautiful photography) from me and the other lovely ladies taking part in the #ITalkSex campaign by clicking HERE.

On Tuesday 12thSeptember 2017, we’re all getting together to celebrate and officially launch the #ITalkSex campaign, and you’re invited to join us – for more info, check out the Scarlet Ladies Events Page.

And if you can’t be there in person, well you can always join the #ITalkSex Twitter Party with Girl On The Net - 12th September 2017 @ 8.30PM - Follow @ScarletLadies on Twitter for updates.

Because, damn it, why shouldn’t we talk sex?!

PS: I’m going to be posting a Behind the Scenes of the #ITalkSex photoshoot soon, featuring more gorgeous photography and everything - watch this space. Spoiler – it was sexy. I am also going to be sharing more about the campaign and why I Talk Sex all over my Instagram and Twitter - find me on there so you don't miss me being "emotionally slutty".

Goodbye 'This is Mental'. Hello to a new me, a new name, a new blog, a new ever'thang!

I deleted my blog. Gasp!

There was a moment of "OH MY BUDDHA, what have I done?!" But that was soon followed by a sense of...relief. I felt lighter.

I still feel lighter.

My "This is Mental" blog no longer felt like me, you see. 

I've changed so much in the last year, and the woman I am today is definitely not the one that created and kept "This is Mental" going.

Don't get me wrong; I had to hit rock bottom to get here, so thank you past Elly. I am forever grateful to that woman, she introduced me to a stronger me.

 And I feel like I can dream again.

But more importantly, like I can make those dreams come true! And I've decided to do it by being unapologetically me. Thus "Unapologetically Elly" was born - it just feels right.

Here's to new beginnings!

"And here's to the fools who dream.
Crazy as they seem.
Here's to the hearts that break.
Here's to the mess we make"

(Emma Stone - The Fools Who Dream, from the movie La la land)

(MY FIRST EVER) This is Me // 21st August 2017

I identify as being Pansexual.

I love almond milk. And blueberries.

This year (2017) was the first time I felt like celebrating my birthday since 2011.
My hair is currently short, brown, turquoise and cerise.
I'm in psychotherapy, I have been for over a year now, and will be for a long time.
I'm in recovery.
And I'm finally okay with that.

I really like Nakd bars. Nom nom nom.
I tend to either starve myself and throw up after eating OR I binge eat, however I've been able to stay on a healthy diet for around a month now.
It took me a long time to accept that I have Borderline Personality Disorder.
I may have Bipolar, but I don't want it. So, I'm not claiming it yet.

I love going to the cinema.
The last movie I watched was 'The Big Sick', and it's changed my life. Yes, some movies really do change my life.
I also recently watched '10 Years' and it's now one of my favourites. It's on Netflix, I highly recommend it.
My all-time favourite movie is 'Almost Famous'.

I love finding a bargain.

Confession: I have never had an orgasm through penetration alone.

I don't believe in Soul Mates.

I love to dance, and I dance in quite a sensual way, but I do not enjoy attention from others.

I'm not great at having sex with people I don't love, so I've stopped doing that; I've stopped fucking people I hardly know or don't feel comfortable with. There's nothing wrong with having sex with strangers etc, it's just not my thang.

It's taken me a while to be okay with who I am and how I feel, and I'm finally in a place where I know that my body is mine, and society can fuck off with its pressures.
Because I felt pressured by society to behave in a certain way, I ended up having lots of sex when I really didn't want to. I pretended to enjoy sex when really, I felt used and disgusted. So much so, that I often held in the tears. I don't mean to brag, but I could win an Oscar for my performances.

I am currently reading 'Stardust' and 'Diana: Her true story - in her own words'
Current favourite song: 'Moonlight' by Grace VanderWaal.
Current favourite album: 'Cry Baby' by Melanie Martinez.
Current guilty pleasure(s): Listening to 'I don't want to live forever' by Taylor Swift and Zayn. 

I've Finally Discovered Honesty

Honesty. What a fucking word. Don’t you think?

It's a principle that is hard to come by, and when we do – do we want it or would we rather live in the “ignorance is bliss” world? More importantly, do we ourselves want to be completely honest? Or would we rather omit parts of ourselves and keep secrets?

On Living a Lie

I used to be a “I want honesty but I keep a lot to myself” kind of girl. Secretive should've been my middle name, so much so that even I became a mystery to my own self. I managed to live a lie and keep the honest truth even from me. Magic, you say? Nope, mental ill health.

I know many people believe that they are simply secretive, but I bet that there is an unhealthy reason for this behaviour. Sorry to burst your bubble. I learned this the hard way and would hate for you to go through it that way too.

Advice To My 18-Year-Old Self

*Trigger Warning* Before continuing, please note, this post contains some emotional content and discussion of self-harm behaviour which can be a potential trigger

I really want to share some news.

Are you ready for this?!


I finished...READING A BOOK! A whole book!

It's not the thickest of books but it is a book. Which I read from beginning to end!

Now I'll explain my excitement.

Don't Judge My Scars

*Trigger Warning* Before continuing, please note, this post contains some emotional content and discussion of self-harm behaviour which can be a potential trigger

I went to the pharmacy with my mum yesterday, to collect my medication, and there it was, one of the biggest triggers for me at the moment...The razors and blades section. Walking away from it empty handed is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.

Am I addicted to cutting myself? I also take too many pills from time to time. I punch, pull, hit, bite, slap, dig but I know that I'm not addicted to those. However, cutting, I can't say for sure.

A few weeks ago I found myself in a similar spot; facing a huge variety of razors & blades, and that time I couldn't fight it, I bought a pack. 99pence for a pack of four . That was all. As I was paying for it I found myself thinking "It's cheaper than smoking", as if that made it all okay. I felt safer just by the thought of having blades in my room; to know they were there, just in case. I even lied to myself "maybe this will help me to not cut myself as much, or even at all!" but it's a lie I believed.

Do You Ever Think About Our Abortion?

*Trigger Warning* Before continuing, please note, this post contains some emotional content as well as discussions of abortion procedure which can be a potential trigger to some 


“Do you ever think about our abortion?” I texted him.

We had recently broken up, so this was a completely out-of-the-blue message for him. I had been discussing my abortion in therapy (a lot), so it was not out-of-the-blue for me.

The One-Night Stand That Left Me Feeling Empty. Part 3: The Night and The Lesson

That feeling of emptiness is an issue for those with Borderline Personality Disorder, I won't pretend it isn't.

But the night after this one-night stand, I felt this awful, disgusting emptiness with a side of deep sadness that was slightly different to the usual emptiness I'm used to.

"Why did I just do that?" I kept asking myself.

The One-Night Stand That Left Me Feeling Empty. Part 2: The Lead Up

The boy was going away for five months.

I knew this trip was going to happen, he had been planning it for a while. I actually even helped him choose his courses and look for accommodation. I feel like a fool for doing that now. What came from this San Diego experience still torments me and is something which will take a long time to process and get over, but I'm beginning to accept it. It happened. I can't go back and change things, and that's that.

The One-Night Stand That Left Me Feeling Empty. Part 1: The Lead Up

I have been considering writing about this time of my life for a while now, as I've been having flashbacks of these events a lot recently. Therapy tends to bring this stuff back.
This week I came to a decision; after reading this badass quote:

"I am not afraid of my truth anymore and I will not omit pieces of me to make you comfortable"

The "Old" Me

*Trigger Warning* Before continuing, please note, this post contains some emotional content and discussion of self-harm behaviour which can be a potential trigger. 
It's 2:38am, I'm wide awake, crying and writing. I'm also in bed, under the covers, and I have my headphones in. I do this a lot, well I used to; just get my iPod, put my music on, my headphones in and drift away to a land of good memories and dancing (I love to dance and often choreograph my own little routines in my head).

But now, I listen to music and it actually makes me feel worse.

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