Confidence, I guess is subjective. Some people perfectly personify it: *cough* narcissists *cough* Others believe one can 'look' confident and therefore place more attention on their outward appearance; whereas others place more value on the 'act' of confidence. Whatever the correct answer may be, true confidence goes a long way in....
The thought of turning a year older in a few days is both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. .. the prospect of the unpredictable arising future, makes my heart palpitate hundreds of beats per minute.
As I sit in anger, my mind can't help but remind me of that one time, where I was accused of being a 'third wave feminist'. I use the word accuse, because this male, threw the word at me as though I should be ashamed of it. Nevertheless, I have no problem being called a… Continue reading Third-Wave Feminism and Masculinity
Current society glorifies material things and success stories. I'm one of them, I aspire for both. However, often times because everyone is so busy presenting the best version of themselves, we often do not realise the internal demons that they may be battling. They are professional actors, who have mastered the ability to suppress their internal emotions in such a way that on the surface, their misery and sadness cannot be traced.
So I woke up today to everyone talking about Will Smith and a video which he posted up on instagram. Here is a transcript: "Set your life on fire and seek those who fan your flames. The prerequisite for spending time with any person is that they nourish and inspire you - they feed your flame. Look at your last 5 text messages. Are those people feeding your flame or pissing on it?"
Stop giving so much of yourself, your thoughts and your emotions to those who are not reciprocating your good intentions. If they cared, they would never take you for granted. Now go out there, and start not giving a fxck to those who don’t deserve your fxcks. THE END. Yours Truly, 🌹 V.O.L
"Hey sis, how do I become like these women?" I swift my gaze from my phone to hers, and analyse the pictures being displayed: Successful women. My mind in a spiral, I wonder if I should give her a cliché response. You know... one of those typical quotes you see floating around the internet that we all love? "Comparison is the thief of joy" etc?
I can recall walking past River Island and TopShop with longing eyes, knowing that at the time I couldn't quite afford their trendy clothes, but not ceasing to try them on in the changing rooms and taking mirror selfies - yearning for the days where I could comfortably fork out £40 on a pair of good quality jeans.
When I began blogging I was advised to be very consistent when writing content. I agreed to this, and dedicated myself to writing a blog post once or twice a week. Clearly, this hasn't quite gone to plan.
I intently stare at my tear streamed face in the mirror and as though in a trance, transport myself to fifteen years ago; standing at this exact spot. ** I feel nostalgic as I stand behind my younger self, longingly gazing at my optimistic and enthusiastic 11 year old persona: "I can't wait to be… Continue reading The Fictional Diary Of A Hopeless Romantic