I’m curvy. I have “mothering hips”, a rather large rump and 32FF boobs. I fit in to a size 12 and then sometimes things still don’t fit (I’m looking at you Topshop/H&M!) When I was a teen, I hit puberty pretty early. In fact, I got my period aged 12 on my third day at High School. True fact. Any male readers, you probably wanna leave now. It was the day I supposedly “became a woman” (LOLZ. Lie. It was the day that it was the start of horrific period pains and illness) but I was only a child and I’d often find myself thinking “why me?” and “why had it happened to me so soon?” but eventually I just had to deal with it. My boobs began to grow but nothing else really did so I was still pretty slim. Bonus. However, since the age of about 18, adult life took over and food was more about convenience rather than calorie counting. I’ve had to learn how to work with my body and it’s ever changing shape.
I’ve currently said “CIAO BELLA” to the UK and I’m swanning around the South of France (so the translation would have been better in French, but hey, I’m not too far from the Italian border right now so let’s forgive me for that rookie error. Shall we?) I’ve been dying to say “Goodbye UK” since my last trip, but even more so since the Referendum. I’m all about spreading good vibes and sadly, the Brexit situ has kinda left a bad taste in my mouth. I’m sure most of you will agree with me.
I’m munching away on a tuna & cucumber sandwich, with a bag of salt & vinegar squares to be precise and an email lands in my inbox inviting me to a photography event with Inntravel, where legendary street photographer Keith Moss would be our mentor for the day. Now, anyone who knows me, I don’t put down food for anything (hey, I love food, what can I say?) but this email made me put my sandwich down. No lie. You see, I’ve owned a DSLR camera since October last year and it’s only fluke that I get a decent photo from time to time. I couldn’t wait to understand my camera bit better and how to get the best shot.
I was called “very strong-willed” the other day. It’s very far away from the view I have of myself to be honest. I just see myself as a panicky, over-thinking, late-twenty year old mess. But then, I got thinking about it. Maybe I actually am quite “strong” – because some of the things I have to put up with, which for the purposes of this blog I will not actually go in to detail, a lot of people probably would have said a big “F U” to, many, many, maaaaaany moons ago. The same person who said I was “strong-willed” I actually stood up for the other day in a slightly heated discussion. One where it felt like they were getting the blame for something that in all it’s entirety was not their fault. So yes, I sat back and thought deeply (yeah ‘cos I am deep & shit!) and came to conclusion that actually yes, maybe I am.
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