Wednesday 11 April 2018

Body Talk

Ok maybe it's just me but I feel like when you fall into a certain size bracket, people just assume your super happy with your body. Like we just spend our days walking around in lycra bodysuits and bikinis all day, and our camera roll is full of us in half naked 'body goals' pictures.

Nope.

My body image had never really been a big deal to me, until I began working in bigger fashion retailers with girls of all different shapes and sizes and being more active on social media. Obviously throughout school you go through ups and downs with not only your body image but your image in general, but my biggest insecurities only started to come into play later on.


All my life I've always been quite petite. Growing up I had no boobs, no bum and a bony small frame lmao. But i'd only really start nitpicking about my body when id go into those nightmare fitting rooms where there's mirrors literally everywhere except the motherfucking ceiling or be picking out something to buy, hold it up  to myself and someone would go: 

'God your tiny' or 'That would fit one of my legs!'
And then there'd be me...doing an awkward laugh and avoiding eye contact.



Then fast forward to 2016/2017 and it's literally surgically enhanced central. Everywhere i looked there were the same women with these insane, dr miami, coca cola bottle bodies!
And unfortunately in most cases (and in some cases women too) this is the male ideology of what a 'good body' is. So waking up, seeing this plastered all over social media, television, etc.. distorted my perception of how my own body looked and highlighted the fact that I was actually really starting to feel some type of way about my natural body.

But then I felt like if i was to voice the subject and complain about being unhappy with my shape/size, i'd be met with looks of either confusion, eye rolls or comments like 'shut up, i'd kill to have your body'. 

It's almost as if we've been socially conditioned to think that it's impossible for people of a certain size to dislike their body because being 'slim' is linked to all kinds of positive connotations. Well newsflash it's not impossible, because we're still women and we're all human!



This whole socially constructed one idea of what a 'good body' is drives me mental. 

Don't get me wrong, if teyana taylors personal trainer offered me a month free trial with meal prep included i'd be the first in line baby. But i'm learning to welcome the fact that these just might be my own 'good body' years and i'm gonna look back and be pissed that i was complaining. However I'm a 23 year old woman living in an age where fat transfers are as popping as the kebab shop after the club; so i'm always gonna be a bit body conscious and my own biggest body critic right?! Trying to go against the grain and not get sucked into following every unrealistic body trend that comes into fashion is a hard but sharing on the internet that i have my share of bad body days too feels kinda therapeutic?

  1. Hat: Missguided
  2. Top: Zara
  3. Hoodie: H&M
  4. Skirt: & Other Stories
  5. Trainers: Schuh
  6. Bag: & Other Stories

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Sunday 25 March 2018

The Life Lesson I Didn't Want But Got Anyway

Omg. I've missed this so much. I really felt the void of not writing as often after i started to write down my goals for 2018, (one of them being 'post at least once a week' awks) and it hit me that this is what i'd created my own cute, little, online space for. And i missed it. For times when i felt it was important to document what i wanted/needed, both short term and long term or have a moan or share special moments or just keep myself busy when i wanted to disconnect. 

I had a big shift in my life earlier this year in the shape of my cousin passing away from an immune system disease called 'lupus'. The shock of losing a 28 year old relative paired with the guilt of understanding you could've tried harder after a devastating event was a very very hard pill to swallow. 

I'm usually really good at being the one with open ears and open arms for anyone and everyone in or out of my circle of friends; but her passing shifted everything and created vulnerability that was that became evident in my presence and social interactions; and being that I don't like displaying negative emotions publicly (sadness, anger, jealousy etc) I was struggling to find a safe balance of how to grieve and take everything in but also keep myself busy by heading out to work while trying to not shuffle for a clean kleenex every minute. 


Although i was able to reconnect with family, cry, laugh and do everything in between with people that knew her inside and out, I couldn't shake the heavy feeling of regret for not trying hard enough whilst she was here and only really having myself to blame. It made me step back, take a breath and recognize that while hindsight is a great thing, the feeling of foresight is so much better; and unlike hindsight you don't lose anything from it. Yup, 100% guilt free!
I started to practice how to take action, make an effort and take time out of my day to text, call, meet up with friends and family; and engage in conversation that didn't involve my eyes glued to my phone screen or taking mental notes on how many 'love and hip hop Miami' episodes i was falling behind on. 



Being (sometimes) unfortunate enough to grow up in a millennial society means we work less on the health of our own relationships and genuine social interactions with the ones we care about, and more on our peers perception of us socially, and how healthy our bonds are perceived to be. I'll be the first to admit i'm so guilty of this, and living in a digital age it's getting easier to fall into the trap that deludes you into thinking, replying to a 'miss you!' Instagram comment from a friend or relative counts as having spoke, or watching their snapchat story counts as you keeping up with them and knowing what's going on with them.


But on the other hand, i learnt am learning how to take things in, digest and understand what happened, why it happened, use it for my growth and let it go. Harboring feelings, especially ones that you associate with a negative event or person are so harmful to you spiritually, emotionally and mentally. So to end this on a lovely light note: here's to me growing, glowing and goal chasing in 2018.

If you're curious to know what Lupus is or interested in becoming a member of the charity Lupus UK here's a couple links for ya: 

Top: Pretty Little Thing
Trousers: & Other Stories
Cardigan: & Other Stories
Vans: Office

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