When you're your own worst enemy..

I was never very popular at school. In fact, it's safe to say that I've been a bit of a reject throughout the entirety of my education. In primary school I was bullied for being bushy browed, and gap toothed (and not in a sexy Cara D / Georgia Jagger kind of way). In secondary school I was laughed at for being an awkward emo that wore over the top liner, band tees and studded belts. Yes I did have one of those god awful Myspace XsceneX names and no I'm not going to tell you what it was. Fast forward to college and I was called more names in the corridors than, well, someone that gets called a lot of names. It was pretty much a repeat of primary school, only this time around I had a mouth full of braces and near non-existent brows, as well as a particularly questionable fashion sense. Now, I'm a third year at University surrounded by the most amazing class mates and yet, despite all of this on-going (from you guys as well) I've never been more self-critical.

I don't know what it is about our generation. Maybe it's the whole social media situation going on these days, or maybe we've simply just evolved to a point where we're all self-loathing idiots, but I know for a fact that we're all guilty of hearing it. You all know what I'm talking about here. It's that voice in your head that crops up when you least expect it, telling you you can't do something you want to, or telling you you're not as good looking as that person you just scrolled past on Instagram. It's that voice that stops you from reaching your full potential and - let's be honest - it's that voice you quite frankly just want to shut up. And I'm not gonna lie, that voice (shall we call him Gerald?) isn't going to go just by sheer coincidence. It's going to take practise to get Gerald out of our lives. It's time to stop being your own worst enemy, stop listening to Gerald and start being our own biggest supporters. Good riddance, Ger.

Stop waiting for life to happen

Guys, life is happening now, like, right now, so stop holding out for that day you're going to be 'perfect' (whatever the hell that means) and get to work today. If you're sitting there thinking 'one day I'll be the person I want to be' you'll never make it. Every day should get you one step closer to where you want to be, and who you want to be - it shouldn't just be another day for you to procrastinate and feel bad about yourself.

Stop doubting and start doing

Doubt is one of the main things that holds us back in life. Sometimes Gerald (why did I insist on calling him/her/it that?) will pop into your mind and tell you you 'can't', but do you know what you have to do when that happens? Forget about it. Would you listen to someone else if they told you you couldn't do something? Hell no you wouldn't. So why listen to that voice in your head? Amazing things happen when you step outside of your comfort zone - you just have to take the leap!

Stop relying on others for your happiness

Whether it's gaining joy from hitting a new follower milestone, or putting your happiness in the hands of your significant other, the only real way you're ever going to find true happiness is within yourself. Sure, it's great when other people like you, and it's great when people do nice things for you, but that kind of happiness is only temporary, not long-lasting. If you want to stop beating yourself up all the time you need to stop waiting for others to help you out, and instead focus on helping yourself. In the words of Ru Paul: If you can't love yourself, how in the hell you gonna love some body else. Can I get an amen?

Stop comparing yourself to others

Sometimes people will be better than you, sometimes you'll be the one owning it. It's as simple as that. Jealousy is one of the most toxic things us girls and guys expose ourselves to, and it doesn't get us anywhere in life. Think about it. If I look at five million pictures of Victoria's Secret models, I'm hardly doing to become one overnight (although if there is a formula for such a thing, please send it my way). Sure, there's always room for improvement, but - news flash - you're never going to be anyone other than yourself. Take inspiration from others and build upon yourself, don't sit there wishing you were another human entirely.

Stop focussing on what you can't do..

..and focus on what you can! We can't all be great at everything, but we're all amazing at something. Sure, practise does make perfect, so if there's something you really want to get better at, go for it, but if things don't go how you want them to, don't take it to heart. You're not defined by what you can or can't do, but rather who you are and the choices you make in life. Speaking of choices, 


What I'm Wearing:

Topshop Leather Jacket
Missguided Boob T-shirt *
ASOS Ripped Jeans
Public Desire Heels


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How to feel more comfortable in your own skin

So last week I made a blog post all about those times when you just don't feel good enough, because - quite frankly - at that moment in time I wasn't feeling my best. I was pretty nervous about publishing it considering things got fairly personal, but oh am I glad I did - not just \ because you guys seemed to enjoy it but also because you all - surprisingly enough - seemed to relate to it as well. But then it got me thinking..why wouldn't you relate to it? We're all very real human beings living in the same digital era that practically shoves 'perfect' in our faces 24/7. Come on, If you throw Victoria's Secret models in someone's face continuously (although maybe not literally..ouch) of course they're going to start questioning their looks. I mean, have you seen how perfect their hair is? Have you!?

Anyway, I digress. I guess what I'm trying to say here is that, no matter who you are and what you look like, everyone feels self conscious at least some point in their life. It could be something as simple as opening up Instagram and wishing you had one of those 'squat girl' asses, or something more long-term that effects practically ever minute of your day. I've had both (probably like you as well) and, to put it bluntly, there are no quick fixes, but there is a way (or multiple ways!) of making things a little easier on yourself. I may not be quite VS model standards just yet - or ever - but hey, I'm feeling a lot better about this 5'3 frame than I was a few years ago. In fact, maybe even ever!? Here are a few things I've picked up along the way.

Learn to accept yourself

Granted, this is a lot easier said than done, but it's pretty much the grounds for feeling better about anything in life. Sure, I'd love to be about four inches taller and have abs of steel, but I've come to accept the fact that I'm never gonna grow and I'm never going to be able to give up cake. For years I've been striving to be a slim, slender goddess but that's not how my body is supposed to be. I'm slim, sure, but I've got big boobs and ridiculous big biceps for someone my size (seriously, I dare you to challenge me to an arm wrestle). I now go to the gym to tone the body that I naturally have, as opposed to trying to shed every bit of fat on my body - which BTW is pretty difficult when you eat around 48 cupcakes a day. I changed my 'goal' to something more realistic, and in turn I made things a lot easier for myself, both physically and mentally.

Give your body what it wants

My. Body. Wants. Cake. Lots of it. Now don't get me wrong here - I'm fully aware it doesn't actually need cake, but man, do I like it. Like I said before, I've tried countless diets in the past. Some of them worked in terms of weight loss, some of them didn't. None of them, however, worked into my way of life. Now, I eat healthy (ish), go to the gym regularly and eat crap food when I'm craving it. I'm maintaining weight, staying healthy and I'm also treating myself. A lot.

Surround yourself with positive things

If a picture in a fashion magazine can change the way you feel about yourself, imagine how much a real life person can effect the way you think. No matter what it is that tends to make you feel bad about yourself, try and stay away from it. It could mean saying goodbye to someone in your life, or it could mean simply unfollowing someone online. If it gives you more negative feelings that positive, it has no place in your life.

Embrace imperfections (we all have them)

No single person on this earth is perfect. People say Rosie Huntington Whitely's lips are too big, Angelina Jolie is too skinny and Megan Fox has dwarfed thumbs, yet these three women are still considered as some of the most beautiful in the world. I have a bump on my nose I'd like to get rid of, and my teeth are probably a bit too big for my mouth, but I'm pretty sure I'm the only person that really worries (let alone notices) about that. Once upon a time I was bullied about my big old eyebrows, but then I started embracing them and hey look! They're now one of the first things someone notices about me, in a good way. Imagine if we all had the same perfect noses and perfect white teeth? Meh, we'd still find something to complain about.

Stop trying to impress others

We all know that 'big ass' look is trending right now, right? Well that's great and all, but what about those girls that don't want / can't get a big old booty? Should they instantly feel like less of a person just because their back-end is half the size of someone elses? Nnnnnno. If you want a big ass, go for it, if you don't, that's cool too, but feeling like you should have something because someone else does is never a good way to go, especially when it's in regards to your body. Since we only have one, we should probably look after it, not stretch it and shape it to whatever look is trending at that moment in time. If someone doesn't like your small ass, screw em, learn to love your own tiny tush.

And on that note, I hope this helped some of you guys! As always, if you have anything else to add, feel free to let it all out in the comments section down below.

Ann Summers Georgie Sheer Lace Teddy *

Why blogging is a lonely business

Prepare yourselves ladies and gentleman, because today's post might just pull on your heart strings. Okay, maybe not - I mean we have to remember it's me AKA Miss-can't-take-herself-seriously talking (or rather, typing) here, but still, I am trying to be serious guys. I'm trying.

So anyway, I'll just put this out there. I'm kinda lonely. "Awww" I hear you all cry. But it's true! I mean, I'm perfectly okay, and I'm not lacking in friends as such, but on a day to day basis I'm pretty much alone 99% of the time because of what I do as a job. And since blogging is pretty much the 'it' job to have right now, I thought I'd tackle this little issue head on in the only way I know how: by word vomiting all over my computer for the whole world (pah, I wish) to read.

So for those of you that might not have already guessed, I blog full-time, and I absolutely bloody love it. I get to work in the comfort of my own home (in my own pyjamas, nonetheless) and I'm able to - pretty much - do what I want. How could I complain? Answer: I'm a 22 year old girl that doesn't get enough sleep, and if there's one thing us gals can do, it's complain. So here's the one downside - and that is that blogging can be a lonely, lonely business. A business that I'm ridiculously lucky to be a part of, sure, but there are only so many conversations you can have with your computer.

Anyway, let's rewind a little. Since I can remember I've never really been much of a social person. I mean, I like people just as much as the next, er, person, but I've always preferred being in my own company than being with a big group of humans (which probably explains the whole life-on-the-internet situ). In school I used to prefer watching Nickelodeon to playing outside, in College I got far too good at playing Call of Duty on my Xbox, and now? Well, now it's actually my job (even though I hate calling it that) to sit on the internet all day. Ironic, isn't it? That the majority of my day to day life revolves around social media, yet none of my daily tasks are actually centred around me speaking to a walking, talking, human being. How social. 

Now this might sound like an absolute dream to some of you, because - let's face it - sometimes human to human contact is one of the last things you want in your life. But despite all the annoyances and disagreements that can come with a workforce, it's actually pretty vital to have at least some form of communication on the daily. With blogging however, there are no work colleagues, just a computer screen staring back at you (did that sound as profound as I intended it to? I hope so.) and there are no guidelines or rules. In fact, I just make all of this up as I go along. How much should I charge for a blog post? It's something I've had to figure out myself. Does this blog post suck? Again, it's all just a trial and error. What I'm saying is that there's no one sitting on the desk next to me who I can talk to about tough decisions and what I'm meant to do. Of course, I have some (truly, truly, wonderfully fantastically gr8) real life friends and blogger friends in my life. But the blogpals - just like a lot of my other real life pals- are based in the big city, and I only get to see them from time to time.

In fact, sometimes I get so desperate to talk to other people that I find myself chatting to the postman about absolutely nothing, or having full blown conversations with my pets that are far too complex for them to even begin to understand (although I must say, the cats are very, very good at SEO). I've now even made a point of going outside pretty much every day to do the most pointless things. Only yesterday I found myself in a gardening shop picking up weed killer. I hate gardening. But we had weeds and it meant I had a reason to go outside an communicate with someone - even if that someone was a very angry middle-aged Cornish man sat behind a till. See, I'm that desperate.

But even so, doing little bits and pieces like this on the daily really does help me stay (remotely) sane. Obviously, since finishing my second year at Uni, it's far too easy for me to tell all you fellow bloggers to just run away from your desk every once in a while. I mean, come September I'll be back to juggling working, blogging and studying all over again, but whenever possible I do think it's pretty damn important to give yourself a breather every once in a while. It's no longer a case of your parent's telling you you'll get 'square eyes' (or whatever it was they said when we were kids) but more so about not letting yourself succumb to the routine of just hash tagging and tweeting all day long. Cause let's face it, you're not going to look back on your life one day and remember all those times you re-blogged a photo or took a great selfie, are ya?

So alas, there is no real point to this blog post, but I felt like it needed to be said. Obviously - and I'll say this until Im blue in the face - I'm insanely lucky to do what I do, and I appreciate it every single day. But hey, I'm the sort of girl that likes to lay her cards out on the table. There are downsides to every job. Yours might be shitty customers, or a crap boss - mine happens to be a lil bit of loneliness here and there. I can't be the only blogger in the world that feels this way, so alas, let us all gather round and be lonely together. I mean, we can all head to the gardening shop for weed killer, if you like. I'm game if you are.

Can you guys relate to this at all?


Warehouse leather jacket *
ASOS shirt dress *
Topshop boxy bag *
Forever 21 mules *

Why I'm not going to London Fashion Week (and why that's okay)


I've been sitting at my computer screen all day, scrolling through Twitter and getting serious LFW FOMO as I watch pretty much every other blogger in the world get street styled and/or snap pictures from some sort of front row seat.

I've been going to London Fashion Week for years now - sometimes for 'work' (I never like to call blogging that), sometimes for pleasure, and sometimes just to say hello to a few old faces that live across the pond. I've experienced both the glamorous, backstage side of things as well as the side that results in swollen ankles and a lot of lost patience, and - whilst I'm still amazed and thankful for all of the opportunities I've been given through blogging - I no longer feel 'worthy' of stepping foot in Somerset House any more. Not for the time being, at least.

It's no news to anyone that blogging is a pretty vain hobby. I mean, we take pictures of ourselves daily, promote ourselves like it's going out of fashion (lol @ pun) and spend far too much money on things that barely last a season. But that's just what fashion is: materialistic, and I'm guilty as charged.

For the past few years we've all noticed a big shift in the way that the fashion crowds act during Fashion Month - just look back on the Suzie Menkes article from a few years back. Every season, more and more people seem to be registering for press passes (again, guilty) and now the cobbled streets of Somerset House have practically become a runway in themselves, filled with people over-dressing and 'peacocking' just for the sake of a few features on Stockholm Streetstyle or Vogue.com. No worries there at all - I mean a girl (or guy)'s gotta eat - but it's just not something I feel comfortable doing anymore.

I feel like blogging is a really strange direction for me. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore it, but I'm definitely not the sort of person that can take selfies in public or pretend to be inspired by every designer out there. In fact, the general journey of how I actually got to this point is a bit of a blur if I'm honest (much like this blog post..woops). I tend to feel more like an outsider at these invite-only events than anything else. The fashion parties are always filled with the most beautiful people that all seem to get on so well, so naturally, and then there's me sitting at the cupcake table scoffing my face with everything and anything covered in some sort of butter cream icing. Sounds terrible..right? I won't lie and say that I don't enjoy it, but last time I checked that wasn't what Fashion Week was all about.

In fact, if I'm honest I'm not overly sure what Fashion Week has ever been about - for me personally, anyway. The only thing that I know is that it no longer seems like the place for me at this moment in time. I can't say this is the end of my wild cake-eating LFW adventures, but this season I'm finding comfort in the fact that I can snuggle up in my PJs with a hot chocolate as opposed to clomping around London in high heels. And just like that, it appears as though I've aged approximately fifty years.

Let me know what you think about the London Fashion Week hype? Did I make the right decision? Or should I hop on a train right this second? Mm, cake.


Forever 21 Leopard Faux Fur Coat
Les Plus Dores Black Tee
Monki Wrap Around Culottes
Daniel 'Doriago' Boots

Mid Town Deli & Cafe


Working from home definitely has its perks, but spending four hundred hours sat in front of a bright computer screen is enough to turn any one crazy - just ask my boyfriend. When I first moved to the area I spent the majority of my time tapping away in Starbucks, chugging an impressive amount of Caramel Macchiatos whilst simultaneously draining my bank account. And even though I still love Starbucks for their sweet treats (don't even get me started on Egg Nog Lattes..) I've found a brand new gem in the centre of town that keeps me caffeinated and does wonders for an interior snob like yours truly. 

Good coffee shops in Cornwall are few and far between, so when I came across Mid Town Deli & Cafe I practically put a down-payment on my favourite seat there. In fact, that's probably the best idea I've had all day. 

Recently I've found myself marking my territory (metaphorically speaking) in my new creative hub once a week, just so that I can get out of the house and experience actual human contact every once in a while. The coffee is beyond good, especially the Vanilla Spiced Latte, but it's the general atmosphere that keeps me coming back. Despite it being right in the middle of town (hence the name) it never seems to be over-crowded, making it the place for essay writing and blog posting. Wouldn't it be perfect if I was writing this blog post whilst sitting on one of those industrial stools, looking out at the world, latte in hand? Let's pretend that's exactly how it is. I mean, I'm not at all sitting in Ollie's tee with a green face mask on. Not a chance..

3 King Street, TR1 2RA, Truro, Cornwall