Those eagle-eyed among you may have noticed it’s been about a month since I last uploaded anything. Circumstances really forced me to take a break from blogging, and if you follow me on Twitter or Facebook, you’ll know my deadlines from University piled up and I struggled to keep on top of it. Prioritizing meant that I had to shelve the blog for a bit. Following the end of this university term, I also took a trip home, and then a week off from everything. And getting back into it has been a little hard!View Post
I identify as a feminist, but have I always thought that way? No actually, I haven’t. Only in the past 2 years have I really been smart enough to open my eyes and see beyond my own mind. And also realise that some of the crap I had been putting up with was an issue that my lack of awareness had caused me to tune out.View Post
Today, I’m sat here, staring at the screen, trying to figure out how to put a series of panicked noises of pure disbelief into words. On Monday, I start university for the spring term after Christmas break. This is all very standard.
Expect it’s the last time I’ll be doing it as an undergraduate.View Post
It’s going to be a great Christmas, I’m sure of it. But actually registering that Christmas is happening is a little more difficult because my Christmas routine is off. Even when I used to work Christmas day, I would still have lunch and presents with my family. This will be the first year I’m not woken up by my nephews at 7am so they can open their presents from Father Christmas in front of the whole family. Although Peggy wakes me up at 6.30am right now for a cuddle, so I guess it’s pretty much the same thing!View Post
When describing it to my boyfriend as he worried about the fact I didn’t want to get out of bed again, I described it as not being happy but not being sad either, just having a bit of an internal “meh”. And really, I just wanted to quantify that today as an explanation. Because in all honesty it’s fine to have an internal “meh” period, so long as you don’t pack up and stay there!View Post
I’m not sure what the cause/effect relationship was here, but my recent anxiety flare up came about when my sleeping pattern became well and truly (excuse my language, mum) fucked. I’m not sure whether the anxiety flared up and caused me to start suffering from hypersomnia again (intense need to sleep for much longer than is healthy), or if the hypersomnia kicked in and led to me becoming more anxious than normal. Either way, a fine mix of sleeping for 11 hours a night and not being fully awake until midday and not climbing out of bed until 2pm, and finding myself thinking too much about and over-analyzing negative situations that happened a month ago saw me shrink right in on myself. Achieving simple tasks, like getting dressed or making a coffee became distressing to the point of ridiculousness, and my boyfriend was coming home from work at 5pm to find me a little down that I’d achieved virtually nothing that day. After a week of ignoring everything and my boiler breaking down (so adult), I snapped, and knew something had to give; I decided it was time to unplug and get myself together.View Post
I was the youngest model out of about 30 girls and although I never felt intimidated, it was the bitchiest experience ever. The stylists were taken to one area and the models were sent backstage. We were given instructions and then left to chat amongst ourselves. Some of the girls were so lovely, but a sharp divide occurred between the girls off the streets and the professional models. One girl kept saying “this is a mess, back when I did Fashion Week…” to the extent I wanted to ask her if she’d walked the catwalk at Fashion Week. Another one brought up her very expensive boob job with a top surgeon. The pro models formed a tight clique, and loudly began picking apart the other girls.View Post