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.
Too much choice is a curse. That's certainly how I feel, particularly when it comes to makeup. With beautiful eyeshadow palettes being brought out every week (costing £40 a pop, making it impossible to own every single one) and every girl in the world claiming to have found a 'revolutionary foundation', I have found it incredibly difficult to know which way to turn when it comes to beauty.
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.
We talk a lot about the kindness of strangers, or I do at any rate. I live for kindness, actively seeking it out, desperately desperate to do my best and to see the best in other people. And yet it seems, being kind is not always that easy. In a world where we are glued to our phones, trampling over one another to get to the top and just being generally busy, it's surprisingly easy to be a bit of an arsehole.
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.
Never before had I experienced problems sleeping. My teenage years of being able to sleep through 'til noon carried on through into my twenties and I was known to a number of my friends as Bagpuss, thanks to my incredible ability to sleep wherever, whenever. So when one night last year I got into bed and didn't fall asleep within ten minutes, I didn't know what was happening.
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'.
procrastinate. In fact, I procrastinate so badly that this post has actually been on my to-do list for about seven weeks and the title was only ever as far as I got with it. Ah irony eh, don't you just love it? Procrastination is one of my biggest short comings and one of the things that I get most frustrated with myself for. Being self employed I rely totally on my work ethic and ability to motivate myself and although I do adore working and love love love what I do, I very often let myself down, losing entire days to procrastination.
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.
"If you want to grow your hair, we're going to need to cut about an inch off today..."
"WHAT?! WHY?! NO. I'm trying to g-r-o-w it I don't want it to be even shorter. That's the most counterintuitive thing I've ever heard! Don't cut it, PLEASE."
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...
As a teenager, my skincare routine was truly diabolical. My mum, bless her, did everything right, buying me whatever face wash, wipes and moisturises were being best advertised in Boots at the time, but to no avail: where my face was concerned, I was inherently lazy. (Actually, I was pretty lazy about most things....) I would remove my makeup with face wipes, something I hate myself for (read about why you must throw yours away immediately HERE) and let the remaining products sit, unused, pretty much unopened, in my wash bag...
The bits & bobs I'm living for right now...
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