Everyone knows that life can start to get in the way. I know I have been living life at a fast pace recently and it’s hard to know when to stop. It take it’s toll on your body and when I start getting ulcer upon ulcer on my tongue I know I need a bit of a time-out. There’s a few things that I have been adding in to my daily routine recently. For many of you, like myself, social media and keeping up to date with it is a massive part of society now. I never have my phone more than a metre away from me, which is pretty sad and not only that; it’s exhausting. I’ve been trying to figure out ways that my body can relax without technology getting in the way.
make a deliberately offensive or provocative online posting with the aim of upsetting someone or eliciting an angry response from them.
“if people are obviously trolling then I’ll delete your posts and do my best to ban you”
If you Google the word ‘’Trolling’’ that is the definition. Yes, it’s nothing new in this modern society but today I had my first ‘’unwanted’’ comment. I suppose I have been quite naive to not think that it would ever happen but it has, and it slapped me round the face like a wet fish. Hard. It wasn’t a particularly awful comment, but it really hurt when I read the words first time round, but then I thought why not make it in to something positive? Hence the hashtagged title #ILoveMyselfBecause.
I recently posted a styled outfit and wore something that I wouldn’t normally wear but felt confident enough in it to share with you how I had styled it. I state in most posts that I am a curvy girl and I don’t shy away from that, I choose to embrace that God has given me boobs, hips & a butt. Okay, so it’s not a Kimmy K butt but it still is a big one! Apparently, the ‘’troller’’ could not understand why everyone who had commented thought it looked nice and that in actual fact, it was rather unflattering. Interesting?
The only person I allow to criticise my own weight and body shape is myself. No-one else, not even my husband. I am what I am. I accept it. I don’t need to be told I look awful because quite frankly it doesn’t make an ounce of difference what anyone thinks, especially when it is someone sat on the other side of a computer who I haven’t met before. I will dress how I wish to dress this curvaceous figure despite what you think.
So this is really an open letter to anyone who wants to openly shame someone over the internet and try to make them feel worthless. I’m the kind of girl that won’t let this bother me, but, sadly a large proportion of girls would have read that comment and probably cried themself to sleep that night or even worse, harmed themselves because of the hurtful words you and other trolls say. I’m standing up for those who don’t feel that they have a voice.
In my little mind I have an idea to start a little mini campaign aptly named #ILoveMyselfBecause where we can celebrate our achievements and the things we genuinely love about myself. I’d love to see/read any blog posts that are inspired by the hashtag. In fact I will be incorporating this in to my next #HappySelves chat because I think it is important to give ourselves some self-love sometimes.
So listen up ‘’troll’’ #ILoveMyselfBecause of my curvy figure and that I’m not scared to try different styles and fashions along the way. I’m going to have fun with what God gave me. I will never be straight up & down, would I change myself? No. You’re damn right I wouldn’t!
I’d love to read your posts and hopefully if we get enough I would like to do a link share to all the lovely things we love about ourselves!
I think I had a mini mid-twenties crisis on my blogging hiatus. I’m 25 next month, no biggie? A whole quarter of a century and halfway to fifty. You can probably hear the sound of me hitting my head against the laptop whilst you read this. In fact there is a whole wikipedia post on the matter!
Whilst I took my hiatus, I thought at the time it was a perfect opportunity to relax and not have to worry about scheduling posts and how many hits the page had. It was going to be a time to just not have to think about anything, really. Looking back on that period I realised whilst it was good for my blogging soul, that month I tortured myself with other things to replace the blogging void in my life.
Rightmove. I love looking at houses at the best of times, but this website consumed me for a whole month. Ever find yourself lusting after a house? Yeah, me too. But, instead of just looking at them on the website I decided I was going to to book two viewings, luckily, my current Husband & I (I say ‘’current’’ as I swear he wanted to kill/divorce me after receiving email after email of suggested homes we should go view!) was saved as one had just been taken off the market. We went to view the house, it was ok, I obviously went in to it with my head over heart but it was a good job the other half was there to keep me in real world & thankfully we didn’t end up with a mortgage the size of the whole universe.
My mind had been plagued with thoughts of babies. God help me?! I was obsessed with the fact we needed a bigger house for the eventualities that a brood might bring, because our little two up/two down would not cope with this. What?! I mean, Mr C & I know we don’t want to hear the tiny sound of pitter patters anytime soon, but for some reason I could not stop thinking about it. I even had a little weep when he told me that ‘’it wouldn’t be anytime soon.’’ I really had hit rock bottom.
You’re all probably groaning at my apparent meltdown because really, 25 is no age at all. I’ve bought a house, I’m married and I have a really good job that I enjoy. In fact most of you will think that I have done too much, too soon. Whilst you’re all probably right, I would not change it for the world.
I have some wonderful things in my life, that I am so grateful for! I’ve come to the conclusion that I can’t switch off and blogging is a tool that helps me keep focussed even if it is just typing a few random words every now & then. I also need to remember to live in the now and stop thinking about if’s and but’s of the future. What will be, will be. Que cera, cera!
25 is an exciting age where you can enjoy so much and live in the now!
Of course, my post ends happily because I feel like I have had an epiphany, I have so much to look forward to and I am just enjoying my little space on the world wide web too. So, if anyone else had a mid-twenties crisis in the run up to the (big) TWO FIVE, I would love to hear from you and how you dealt with it or are you going through it now? In which case, let me know so we can soldier on through this together!
If you need a little pick me up, please join me as a regular host of the #HappySelves chat over on twitter, every first Monday of the month (starting 3rd November 2014) it’s a lovely chat where we all share good vibes and I would love you to join me on this one as it will mark a week of me turning 25, I might need you
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