I am one hundred million percent, over the moon to tell you all that little old me won the “Best Use of Photography” award at the #BloggersBlogAwards, hosted by Hayley of Tea Party Beauty at the Blueberry Hill Studios on Saturday. I’d have written this post sooner but I’ve just been so overwhelmed by the kind messages, tweets and comments that have come in their droves over the last 72 hours.
As a young teenager I’d spend many a weekend buying myself a £1 day rover to Monks Cross Shopping Park so I could browse all the shops. Sadly, that would be with very little money, but the £5 my mum would give me would always cover a Maccy D’s burger and some bits and bobs from Claire’s Accessories to fulfil my ever-growing shopping addiction. (Clearly I started from a young age.) As I’ve watched some shops come and go, the likes of Topshop and New Look and more have always been permanent fixtures and with the arrival of H&M and Primark it has gotten even more interesting over the last few years. So, when I was asked to take part in the #MonksCrossStyleHacks campaign you can bet your bottom dollar I was on board!
When was the last time you really laughed? I mean like one of those side splitting, belly laughs that you very nearly, almost pee yourself? When was the last time you did something probably quite absurd that would have your parents/grandparents recoiling in horror? When did you like do something on a whim without a care in the world? And, when was the last time you took a time out with adulting and took time to embrace your inner child?
All of my life I’ve known I’m a little bit quirky, a little bit different. I never liked to follow the herd. And often, I felt like I was penalised for that. Going through school despite having lots of friends there were still some god awful people out there. I’ll always vividly remember someone coming up to me on the school playing fields, grabbing my hair and pulling me in to a crowd of people to try beat me up. The reason for it, I was never quite sure of. I’ll also never forget the moment an older school girl smashed my head on a metal bar on the school bus because her brother was also picking on me. I’ve sadly had to face facts that there will always be someone, somewhere not liking me.
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