I'm primarily writing this because Abantu Book Festival is around the corner. This, to me, means there will likely be a lot of newbies looking for things to do in Soweto. I don't think this festival is about doing a festival for Soweto-based people, but about doing a festival for other people IN Soweto. Which is fine. You can visit Soweto and roll down the Vilakazi Street beaten path, if you're into that sort of thing, or you can use this list of things to do in Soweto I have made and have fun.
I'm coming up to three weeks of navigating the world without earphones. The pair that came with my current phone seems to have disappeared to where beloved things go. I wasn't too upset when I realised because only one earphone was still working at that point. But this sudden disappearance has meant that I'm commuting and walking in a way that might suggest that I'm more interested in engagement than I actually am. When in doubt, assume I'm not. Truthfully, people merely being in your orbit does not automatically mean they want to talk to you.
Fat-acceptance is not a destination. I always think that these are my best days body love-wise but then I catch myself at an angle in the mirror at my work toilet and I mutter something like “wtf, stomach?” I have accepted those days as part of the package. Maybe it would be great to be able to live without any doubt regarding my fat body. (No maybe about it, tbh.) But this doubt says, in a small way, that I’m human. Even with that lapse, I still believe I am a good person and that my body as it looks is a good body to be in. Even with my belly doing the most.