Sixth form, I wish I was that happy 17 year old I was when I first walked through the automatic glass doors, now I cannot stand the place. The excitement for my future has been swallowed by dread. I tell my best friend that I want to die at least 5 times a lesson, even now I can't tell if I am joking or if I am actually losing the will to live. One out of three lessons I don't hate, the other two I turn up simply because of attendance. I once used to feel guilty when teachers got mad or stressed with my class now I just don't care.
That body positivity I posted about two months ago, or the pretend happy gym selfies I post on Instagram, I don't where all that went. I am not positive, I probably hate myself more than ever and gym? It fills up my frees and takes over my life but becomes pointless when food is my only source of happiness, eating salad makes me want to kill myself. I feel much happier eating a burger than I do eating a piece of lettuce. I sweat my ass off in the gym only to find out I gained weight, it wasn't even muscle gain this time. It's not easy they tell me, it takes time but how I can carry on with the gym when my bed feels much safer. I don't have to face my reflection in the dark.
I follow plus size models on Instagram so I don't cry when there is a thin person in my feed, I lie to those who ask how the gym is going, it's going great but really the £15 a month feels like a death sentence. I have fallen out of love with taking selfies on Snapchat, instead, I cover the camera. I throw this facade on my social media, I may it look like I don't hate the world I live in, like drinking is only a social event and not my survival and escape, I post pictures that make me look creative, when really I haven't written anything decent in months.
I am angry or ready to cry, nothing inbetween, a constant state of deterioration. I can't stop myself from breaking, and I don't think I would want to if I could. I just keep falling, and whatever motivation my heart once carried is now a shadow of dust, a matter of inconvience. I push myself out, push the people I am supposed to love away, I used to cry of loneliness and now I just cry and sleep. I can't feel anything if my blanket is my support system, I cannot think anything if dreams taking up all my headspace.
reflection in the dark
Monday, 10 April 2017
Annie
Tuesday, 13 December 2016
Holland (2014)
Sunday, 15 May 2016
Please ignore me in this, I look terrible - not my finest hour. |
My exams begin next week and I have never been more afraid. There is no repeat year to depend on, instead my whole Uni thing depends on if I can get the grades I need. I feel confident for English and Film, but Media. Media I am worried about, I will try my best and give it my all, but I cannot help but feel like it won't be good enough. I know my attitude needs to change, I have until Thursday and I am working on it, revising as well as trying to stay positive.
Today was a good last day, filled with enthusiasm and moments. I am getting emotional now, I'll probably be a mess by the end of next year. I am going to have an early night, wake up early tomorrow and let he hardcore media revision begin!
Last day of AS
Friday, 13 May 2016
What a surprise you've been. You've brought me happiness, tears, breakdowns' and snow. A nightmare if I ever had to recognise one awake. Granted you've had your moments like making me laugh at something that once made me cry, you've brought me the goodness of health. It has been a difficult month, a bit sketchy in places and damn right rude in others. A bit problematic but you've put me on the right path I suppose. You've been a lesson, I guess a tough cold one but hey I got through it!
I'm ready for you May, bring on the exams and whatever else you want to throw my way, after this month I feel invincible.
Goodbye April
Saturday, 30 April 2016
I was going to a story time of what happened Tuesday but here's a quick summary before I go into a deeper issue.
I wore the dungaree outfit which is plastered all over my instagram. I was incredibly self-conscious. Went over the best friends where she did my make up and I did my hair and we took a lot of pictures (my discovery was made in her bedroom but will go further into that soon) we chilled and then went out. Bought tickets to Eddie the Eagle grabbed Bubble Cha and what not and then we waited for the bus. Only it wasn't a pleasant wait, an older guy drunk decided he wanted to check me out well it was obvious he almost stopped walking staring at my legs and looking me up and down, me and my best friend blatantly saw and watched him and he couldn't have cared less and decided to coo and crap and I was creeped out, the thought creeps me out still. I get I had my legs on show but it wasn't for attention, it was to rock a cute outfit and make myself feel better about myself. But anyways it was a good day. - summary over.
So I was in my best friend's bedroom, she had left to go to toilet so I was on my own. Since she is an art student she naturally has scissors in her room, and other sharp stuff. She keeps a razor there to do her eye brows which she did mine too which are just fabulous, eye brow game was strong. It was triggering. Seeing these harmfull object my thoughts were all these objects she could easily self harm, no one would ever know. How is it not tempting? I'm getting itches just being here alone. It then made me realise that some people are just a lot stronger than myself emotionally, and that not everyone has turned to these things when they're feeling low. And it made me realize that I too am strong, it has been over two years since I last self harmed and the fact I am aware of things and possibilities, but I know which of my thoughts are wrong. It's weird actually putting this on my blog, it is a personal thing and it's difficult but it shows I'm strong enough now to not push my past problems to the back of my mind, I am aware of them and well this here is the only place I've voiced these recent thoughts. I can't exactly talk about this to people in person, and my blog is basically like my own diary. It's just odd that Tuesday the day I choose to be more confident and take the next step of self love that I'm taunted my own thoughts and reminder of self harming, maybe these thoughts were a reminder of how far I've emotionally come and that I deal with things much differently now and I'm not the person I was all those years ago. I am moving forward and I will eventually be where I am meant to be. I am proud of my self, instead of my making my blood pour I pour my emotions into my writing. Maybe I will talk more about these kind of things at a later date, I don't know. I'm just taking small stepping stones into letting my feelings and past experiences onto here. It's risky but it's something I need to do for myself. And if you're someone I know reading this, don't be worried I am fine and I will continue to be fine. Trust me!
Memory Pain
Friday, 8 April 2016
Growing up I have always been a bigger girl, I was never the really thin girl. I've always had cellulite and curves for as long as I can remember. I have never looked like 'other' girls, all my friends have always been much thinner than I am. I feel from a young age I (like many others) have been conditioned to not love myself unless I was skinny or looked like everyone else. In the heat of the moment, or even out of sheer meanness people always kind of took the low blow and mention my weight (this won't be about bullying but I'll cover that in a future blog post) and so it has always been an insecurity of mine. My weight has always been a concern of mine, and I remember being maybe 10 years old and coming home crying about my weight, people making fun and just commenting. On top of this I was seeing gorgeous thin women in the media everywhere (and it is the same still) and for years my weight has been my biggest insecurity, it is to this day but I'm on a journey of self-love. I remember hanging out with my friends in year six and we were going over to one of the girls' house and they were playing on the scales, which naturally I wasn't keen on doing but with persuasion I did. They laughed, of course I was much bigger than they were, and it hurt of course it had. Since then I've had adults mention my weight, guys, girls, people who I thought were my friends and even complete strangers (I'll mention the full story in a future post) so my confidence has never been the strongest. I used to think I was fat, but I look back at myself in pictures and it makes me cry. I wasn't fat, I looked healthy and even adorable. Pictures from five years ago, I was self-conscious and I hated how I looked. God, I wish I could go back and tell my younger self that she is fine, and she should just concentrate on being happy because that is all that matters. But no now I see from there I self-destructed, food has always been the answer to most things for me. I got bigger and torn myself apart. I got unhappier with myself and my appearance, I even turned to dieting pills and they didn't have the best effect on me. Don't get me wrong I have tried dieting and going to gym regularly and it was good for me, but with exams and life I just couldn't balance everything. I turn 18 in March and it has taken me years to realize this; I've always thought of myself as fat and I'm not the only one. It's sick how the media have conditioned young people to not love themselves and to aspire to be thinner and prettier. When really we should love ourselves and as long as you're healthy that's all that should matter! Being skinny doesn't mean you're healthy. And for a guy having bulks of muscles doesn't make you a man. I've realized there is nothing wrong with being a big girl, why should I be thinner to please others? As long as I'm healthy and not putting myself in danger then I'm okay to be how I am. I know I am not completely self-loving, but it a journey I am taking and I believe I am capable of loving myself and being the happiest I can be. Why should we have to be what the media tells and shows us? I believe as long as you're happy then that's all that matters. We can be who we want to be. Join me on the road of body positivity, next time you see your reflection give yourself a compliment, you are beautiful, we all are, male, female, big, small, tall, short, fat, thin - we are all beautiful!
Body Positivity
Sunday, 31 January 2016
Heartbreak Home
Saturday, 30 January 2016
I have been very college based lately and it saddens me I haven't had time to write properly, I know I write poems here and there but that isn't my main writing focus, but education is important. However in Febraury it is half term. I break a couple of days before Valentines day. I may even do a valentines week theme or something, who knows! But the week off means I will have more time for writing, and hopefully I can put more attention into these blog posts! Thank you as always, and I hope you had a much better Monday than I have!
Moody Monday
Monday, 25 January 2016
You guys have no idea how much I have needed it to be Friday! This week hit me like a brutal wrecking ball, I wasn't ready nope. I wasn't read for an ear infection, or going back to college, or the three mock exams, or the sleepless nights, or just emotional feelings, I wasn't ready what so ever.
Friday did pick everything up though, the last mock was today, also my ear infection is pretty much nearly fixed thanks to ear spray and painkillers. The first week back from being off for half term always throws me off a little.
As expected of a Friday it well and truly cheered me up. I laughed, I got butterflies and had a blast. My college life is moving forward, slowly but surely but I'm getting to terms with things and I'm ready to not have a rerun of last year.
I'm currently enjoying some music, which is good to wear earphones without being muffled or hurting my ear a lot.
Tomorrow should be a good day, I plan on attending a writing group, which meeting other writers in my age range is always a blessing. I have good vibes mainly because I really get along with creative people and our ideas bounce off one another and well sometimes that's all the inspiration I need!
I may stay up late too, catch up on my Sims and just chill. It is the weekend, it is well needed!
Wrecking ball
Friday, 8 January 2016
Earlier today I spent a few (many) hours watching MTV's Catfish. I don't usually watch that kind of thing, personally I try and stay away from TV as much as possible, unless it's some of my favourite films.
If you've never watched Catfish it is basically about people who date online, and become attached to people over the internet, however some of the things don't add up so one of the people involved with the relationship usually get in touch with Max and Nev (Catfish hosts) to help them meet this internet person. And well nine times out of time it is someone using pictures which isn't their own, and pretending to be someone they aren't, Basically they get found out and what not. The person pretending is what is called a Catfish.
The whole concept of the Catfish got me thinking, it is almost like creating a new identity, creating an new persona. Someone basically pretending to be someone they aren't, or hiding behind a false pretense.
It took some thinking, and maybe I'm being a little farfetched, but don't we all have a little Catfish in us?
In real life perhaps we are Catfish. Sometimes we ourselves put up a front, emotionally we create a whole new person to live on the outside of our bodies, we create a person or a cover for others to see, we fake to feel and be things for the sake of others, so theoretically isn't that Catfish?
We all have this way we want others to see us, perhaps a way that we don't really see ourselves.
The catfish in the sense of the show I don't agree with, but maybe the real life Catfish I was talking about it sometimes necessary. Our real life catfish within us is our wall, it stops us from getting hurt, it protects us in a way if you will.
When will our Catfish guard go down? Is it when we are trully comfortable with another human, when we can be 100% ourselves. Or will it be when we are happy with who we are, when we can trully feel safe with ourselves.
I ask you to give the whole Catfish topic a think, if it be the show or even our emotional catfish.
Catfish
Wednesday, 28 October 2015
Heightened Emotions
Friday, 31 July 2015
Movie Picture - I don't own this image |
From the IMDB SITE;
A 20-year-old homeless girl is suffering from post traumatic stress syndrome on the streets of Hollywood and Venice beach.
Director:
Rotimi RainwaterSugar (Movie Review)
Friday, 10 July 2015
Reality; Boys Boys Boys
Monday, 6 July 2015
Reality
Thursday, 2 July 2015
I wanted to do a reflection on the year but I think I will leave it until results day, then I can talk about how I did and what happens next!
Done for the Summer
Wednesday, 24 June 2015
It's a beautiful day
Saturday, 13 June 2015
Model; Georgia McDonald (My sister) Water barrier project with the creative use of light |
Our barriers are reflective of us, and what we want. We allow the world to see us how we want to be seen, even it is under false pretences.
Maybe one day, we won't feel the need to barrier ourselves, perhaps the light will shine through it destroying it, finally allowing us to be ourselves. Without the need to hide.
Barrier
Wednesday, 27 May 2015
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