My name is Reanne Derkson and I am 27 years old. I can (and do) drink coffee with my eyes closed. I'm a firm believer in the oxford comma, self-love as a practice, and in wearing whatever the f*%k you want.
Littlefoolbook isn't just some blog that I update in my spare time. (At least, not anymore). Littlefoolbook is a real book — one I am writing, right now, just for you. And one day soon, when it is finished, I am going to find a way to get it into your hands (maybe I'll get lucky and some lovely person at some lovely publishing house will want to buy it, maybe I'll self publish, or maybe I'll send 89348926723 copies of my manuscript to Lena Dunham until something, anything, happens). Littlefoolbook will be yours. Who am I kidding, littlefoolbook is already yours.
And for the record...This isn't some totally random venture, or a hobby that I picked out of a hat. I am a writer. I identify more directly with writer than I do with girl or woman or lady (though as far as I can recall, I don't think I've ever answered to the term lady...yet, anyway).
littlefoolbook is a collection of stories, essays, lists, letters, and learnings.
♥ It's about coming of age in a body that doesn't feel like your own.
♥ It's about growing up girl in a society that's obsessed with beauty.
♥ It's about humility and vanity and all things in between.
♥ It's about heartbreak and loss (of hair) and letting go.
♥ It's about learning to belong, learning to love (yourself first!), and learning to say NO to catcalls.
♥ It's about you, and it's about me, and it's about better understanding ourselves (and how we gon' be).
Come along with me as I explore themes of beauty, vanity and self worth with blatant honesty and (almost always self-deprecating) humour.
My technical credentials:
I spent 5 years (that's 1/5 of my life!) studying writing, reading good writing, writing bad writing and then rewriting bad writing to make it good writing at the University of Victoria, B.C.
In 2013, I graduated with a Bachelor's degree in Fine Arts and then everyone asked me what I was going to do with my MAJOR in writing.
I've been published in a couple literary journals, I've worked for a magazine and I've even been a journalist of sorts. (You can read some of my other work, here). I've started blogs, I've guest-blogged, I've been a contributor and an editor and a copy writer. And now I'm ready to be an author.
The real credentials*:
I have learned that it's OK to cry, and that sticking a tampon in your vagina doesn't hurt as much as you thought it would before you had to stick a tampon in your vagina, and that as a rule, you generally shouldn't trust men behind a camera.
I was catfished before catfish was ever a term, a TV show, a documentary, or a real thing people actually do to each other.
I have binged and purged. I have starved. I have gorged. I have gained 20 pounds and lost 20 pounds. I have tried every fad diet out there. I have Googled, "how to get skinny in 6 days" in anticipation of some big event. I have curves, a big ass in tight jeans, and stretch marks clawed against my inner thighs. I have become OK with all of that.
I have hated myself; I have loathed the very essence of my being, and prayed to wake up as someone new, someone different; I have been there (you know where)—and back again—a couple of times; and against all odds, I have learned (am still learning) to love myself.
Above all, I truly believe that it is our duty as strong women to lift up and empower other women.
*All of which are being dutifully documented in the littlefoolbook
If you happen to be a lit agent, or someone who digs my vibe/words and have the power to help me make my book dreams come true, please (I beg you) get in touch.