In my 20’s, I lived with this constant sense of dread that I was quickly leading up to my 30’s. I was terrified of getting old. What I didn’t anticipate Continue Reading
Deciding on a topic to write about today wasn’t easy. In the back of my head, I’ve wanted to address the Chester Bennington suicide since it happened, but I also Continue Reading
having a balanced diet has always mystified me, until now.
The future is unknown, but then such is life. I need to start realising that my time here on earth is a magnificent journey through hundreds and thousands of different emotions, decisions, experiences and possible outcomes.
I feel the concept of being afraid of people who aren’t ‘like us’ is pretty childish, but I still see it as strongly now in adulthood.
When did I become this person? I think somewhere between punk rock and spirituality, I left pieces of my self respect scattered along my path of destruction. I used to stand up for myself, call others out on the their bullshit and hug my moral compass to sleep every night. Now, I mainly just worry until I can’t sleep and take the easy way out of situations so I don’t cause a scene or upset anyone.
Kylie Jenner brings out a lipstick and suddenly you’ve got 12 year girls pressuring their parents to buy a product which is worth a couple of pounds, at best.
Writing and blogging about my weight/loss and diet was a double edged sword. On one side it made me realise how fucked up my relationship with food was, which lead me to be more mindful. On the other side, I feel like it may have made my relationship with it even more fucked up.
I’m sat in Starbucks and a lovely lady just told me I had a wonderful voice. We got to chatting and she’s a friend of my Mother-in-law’s and watches my videos on Facebook. Well if that isn’t a confidence as I’m sat here writing this, I don’t know what is. It’s moments like that that remind me why I do it and that I absolutely, can do it! Thanks, Alison!
Does my arse look big in this? Yes. Do I care? No.