BE STRONG | BE KIND | BE YOU
"JUST IMAGINE, IF WE, THE NORMAL GIRLS, STOOD UNITED AS AN ENORMOUS, HYSTERICAL AND PROUD ARMY. WE WOULD BE UNSTOPPABLE."
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As a girl that grew up as part of a generation that relied solely on magazines and the actions of adults around me to know what merited 'normal' and 'what we should aspire to', the encouragement now available online to love yourself and love your body is greatly received and has helped me massively in my self acceptance.
Ask any woman what it is that stops them from going to the gym and most of them will tell you it's a fear of being useless.
Since I mentioned on Instagram that I use the Dyson hairdryer, this is a post that has been much requested. Sadly, but not surprisingly, no one has asked me if it is the secret to my utterly fabulous hair, instead everyone's desperate to know: is it worth the money?
Hello and welcome to one of the fuck ups that I find myself making on the daily.
Self conscious about having my photo taken in public at the best of times, I was not entirely enthused by the prospect of doing it, as we did, at school pick up time.
Bold headline Em, and absolutely no authority with which to back it up. 'Atta girl.
Blogging full time can be really weird. For the last year it has been my sole job to share my life with whoever wants to hear about it and I've found striking a balance between being utterly depressing and wildly upbeat to be a struggle at times.
Confidence is such a funny thing. As far as I am concerned there is nothing more attractive in a person than confidence, there is nothing that makes a person feel happier than when they have it in abundance, and yet it is something that so many of us totally lack.
"Great, that's my council tax sorted for this month!'
Welcome to the mind of a struggling freelancer upon receiving a paycheque. Where I used to look forward to payday with a rather unhealthy thirst, normally for tequila, I now find myself comparing lump sums of money to various expenses that I need to pay.
Much like these days will one day be my good old days. Before I even know it my whole life will have changed and I'll be looking at photos with my kids, laughing and crying, sharing my memories, reminiscing, mourning probably. Celebrating.
Hello everyone! It’s me again, the less successful but far superior sister; Katya. I’m back on the blog to once again write about something that’s been rustling my jimmies for quite some time now. Although the topic of a lack of plus size clothing is nothing new, I thought I would wade in to add my own views, feelings, praise and scorn to the matter, as I’m a millennial, and sharing my opinion is what we were made to do.
When I was at school I was totally convinced that no one liked me. I felt often that I was too big for my skin, that my presence was an annoyance and that one day, soon, the people I was spending time with would identify me formally as a fraud and banish me from their circle. Although I have grown up to have a collection of truly wonderful friends around me, with whom I feel totally myself, there are still times in my life when I feel, without a shadow of a doubt, that no one likes me... I’m only human after all.
Good God if the me of ten years ago could see me now: talking about fashion like I've got a clue. Okay, so maybe I don't have a clue, but I want one, so here goes.
How long have I suffered with anxiety for? I don't know.
A therapist told me that I had it about four years ago. I thanked her for the information and did nothing with it. I think they probably call that denial. Or maybe just a byproduct of living in a society that was yet to accept a mental health problem as 'normal'.
On October 3rd he asked me what day it was... Happy Mean Girls Day!
I saw you on Twitter last night, asking if you were the only one. I can’t be the only one who looks in the mirror and hates what they see? That was what you asked, and that was how you broke my heart. Whilst you may not be the only one, that does not make what you are feeling right. Whilst you may not be the only one, that does not make what you are feeling okay. There are people like you everywhere, what you are feeling is normal. But it's so, so wrong.
Yes, before you say it, we have been here before. I've started running again. And here's hoping this time, it catches on.
I find walking my dog absolutely terrifying. There is very little in this life that makes me happier than making Bua happy and yet some days that takes all the strength I've got. What if she runs away and onto the road and I never see her again? What if she gets attacked and killed right in front of me? Worse still, what if she turns into a savage and kills another dog while I watch and then the police arrive and have to take her away from me and put her down? These fears consume me.
When my nails look good, there is very little that I cannot do. At least, that's how I feel anyway. Grownups have nice nails. Women who have their shit together have nice nails. And I've always wanted to be a grownup with their shit together, so for the last year I have shelled out a small fortune on regular manicures...
How many times do you shy away from possibilities? How often do you bite your tongue for fear of sounding stupid, or let an opportunity pass you by in case you embarrass yourself? How many things do you say no to because you are frightened to say yes?
The bits & bobs I'm living for right now...
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CAN I SPEAK TO SOMEONE IN CHARGE?
Written with gumption, fearlessness and sharp wit, Can I Speak to Someone in Charge? is a window into the ridiculous ideologies and the absurd expectations that shape the lives of modern women.
In a series of open letters, Emily Clarkson addresses all manner of subjects, from body hair to Facebook friends to the perils of wearing Lycra. She unpicks the validity of notions such as ‘the thigh gap’; questions the quotidian scrutiny by the media; ponders the etymology of the term ‘plus size’ and considers our unshakeable obsession with dieting, while wondering why some of us are still crying in changing rooms.
Full of vital life lessons, outrageous confessions and poignant reflections, Can I Speak to Someone in Charge? is a love letter to women everywhere; reminding us that being strong, being kind and being yourself is really what ‘normal’ should be.
‘Being asked to write a book was probably the best thing that’s happened to me – up until that point I was gravely concerned that my mum was the only person reading my blog. I hope this book will speak to a range of women, and men actually, I hope it will make people laugh, but more importantly I hope it will open people's eyes to the fact that we've got a lot to do if we want to make growing up in a good and kind world a possibility for our daughters.’ Emily Clarkson
BECAUSE LIFE IS A TRICKY OLD THING TO NAVIGATE: PRETTY NORMAL ME IS HERE TO HELP, IN WHATEVER WAY WE CAN, TO GET YOU THROUGH IT WITH A SMILE ON YOUR FACE.
WE'RE BORED OF ALL THE NEGATIVITY IN THE WORLD RIGHT NOW AND AIM TO SHARE THE GOOD AND FIGHT THE BAD IN CURRENT AFFAIRS.
Pretty Normal Me was founded by Em Clarkson in 2014 to help women be the happiest versions of themselves. Growing up she had been surrounded by a damaging society of 'size zero', 'thinspiration' and that BLOODY Thigh Gap! She decided that life was too short to BE SPENT counting calories, crying in Topshop AND SCREAMING at the scales. After all, we only get one chance here and we might as well smile.