Showing posts with label Advice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Advice. Show all posts
How to be Perfectly Imperfect!
Tuesday, 30 September 2014
On the 26th of September I was picked as Fashion Bombshell of the Day by Fashion Bomb Daily. For those who are unfamiliar, Fashion Bomb Daily is a fashion blog that covers daily fashion news and is ran by the fabulous Claire Sulmers. I'm a big fan of the website and everything Claire is doing as she is heavily promoting multiculturalism.
Now, I hadn't read the comments until yesterday when I realised my post was the most popular (which is great for me, stats, stats, stats). Upon reading the comments, I realised I had been picked apart from my hair, to my shoes, to my outfit choices. Some of the comments were very nice, some were constructive and some just plain nasty. I would say I have pretty thick skin so comments about my hair and clothes don't bother me in the least because their just clothes and it's just hair at the end of the day and that doesn't define me.
What really shocked me where comments about my scars. Like a lot of people I have scars and discolouration on my legs. The reason why I will NEVER cover my scars is, before I was born my mother was in a horrific accident that left her thighs and legs scared and burnt tremendously it took her years to find the courage to wear anything that is below maxi length and because of her courage and "fuck you" attitude I have never felt the need to cover any scars that are on my legs.
The message I'm trying to send out to anyone who follows my blog is, everyone has imperfections and you shouldn't be bullied into being insecure about them. Whether you have stretch marks, scars or birthmarks don't let anyone make you feel less than perfect because you are perfectly fine the way you are!
You can check out my feature here!
ADVICE// Forgiveness
Friday, 25 July 2014
“The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the
attribute of the strong.” ~Mahatma Gandhi
For the longest time I carried around a lot of
anger towards people in my life. I’d been hurt by a people I trusted, and for a
long time I wanted to hurt them back. I carried around a bag of resentment,
anger and sadness, one that was a very heavy one to carry. I realize it makes
less juicy and interesting writing to talk so generally, but these stories
aren’t only mine to tell. So perhaps the kindest thing I can do both for them
and me is not retell the story, but instead create a new one: a story about
letting go.
