WHAT I'VE LEARNT ABOUT... the power of a bum bag

Out of all the questions I receive, there is one that appears with monotonous regularity: Were you always this bonkers?

- CHRISSIE SWAN

But coming in at a close second is “What’s with the bum bag?” And I get it, my little emotional support waist bag is probably a controversial accessory, but I do strap one on. Every day. Without fail. It’s not a phase - it’s who I am now. And here’s why.

It started with practicality. I got sick of handbags. The weight on one shoulder, the digging for keys, the strap that slides off at exactly the wrong time or makes a spectacle of your bosoms by sitting exactly between them. I got sick of needing two hands and a torch to retrieve a lip balm. So one day, in a fit of rebellion and frustration, I bought a bum bag. And I've never looked back.