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;…
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…
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…
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…
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…
