WHY I DON’T TAKE PHOTOS OF MYSELF

Originally this post was titled ‘Not Taking Photos of Yourself Doesn’t Mean You Don’t Love Yourself’. It was very long, and also not entirely true. Sometimes I don’t like the way I look because I’ve had a breakout or I have carb bloat, or I’ve not showered and my hair is 9/10 grim. Sometimes it’s because I can’t be arsed;…
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FAKE NOTHING

I’ve never thought fashion was my forte, mainly because I’d freak out when I had to plan an acceptable outfit for mufti-day at school that would make me look both cute and cool – because that’s what it was back then, a way to prove and show your cool edge to those who might see you as the weird nerd…
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SHOPPING AT YOUR FINGERTIPS

One of my biggest distractions when trying to get shiz done in the evening (because we all hit that wall at some point) is online shopping; browsing sales, shoes and ‘does this dress come in blue?’, I seemingly decide now is the optimum time to start adding to my capsule wardrobe – not that I need anything, but hey, you…
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AN EVENING AT THE BAFTAS

There aren’t many sentences you get to say in life, ‘I’m going to the BAFTAs‘ is one of them. As a huge BAFTA fan, always chilling in front of the sofa for each annual Film and TV ceremony for a new round of host humour, I was ecstatic/nervously freaking out to be attending myself for the whole live ceremony with…
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LEARNING TO LOVE MY BODY

For the first 15 years of my life, I never really showed concern for my body or shape – I was always happy being curvy and squishy, feeling fly like Beyoncé and didn’t questioned my size. I remember hearing girls saying they’d ‘rather die than be a size 12’ which made me angry as people of all sizes were beautiful…
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