Who remembers that feeling of being completely carefree? For me, it casts me back to being a child. My greatest worry was about whether my friends would be free to go and play in the park after school, or whether I’d get that Barbie house that i ADORED from Father Christmas this year. Life’s intricacies were not yet formed in a world of colouring in, potato smiley faces and grazed knees.
So yesterday, on 22nd March 2017, after a day of watching threatening headlines unfold, and uncensored images fill my timeline, I found myself huddled under a blanket watching Cinderella. I’m 25 years of age, and my initial knee-jerk reaction was to bury myself into a fairytale to escape from the reality of what was happening. Because escape from reality was all my childhood was about, pretending to be princesses or wizards and fleeing life’s “hardships” through play. It’s only now, as I feel that I really start to head into adulthood, that I realise that part of being a “grown up” is how we learn to face the realities of what life presents to us.
A small number of the large group of amazing awesome beings that I call my friends.
We’ve all got that friend, right? The one who shows up half an hour late, but they are busy so it’s fine! The one who spends an entire evening talking about their issues, even when you called to have a chat about something that’s been really bothering you. The one who cancels plans at the last minute, because their partner has made plans for them so like, that’s totally fine right? WRONG. Why do we all have this friend? And worse, why are some of us that friend?
Hey Y’all! Sorry for the recent silence. As always.. when my life gets manic, my blog goes quiet. However, I have found a spare half an hour and had a real need to blog my feelings about something. It may not be super interesting to everyone, but girls… it’s something I think we all need to have a think about.
Lol at my “I Can’t Do the Splits” face….
I am super lucky to work with a bunch of super strong, talented, funny and supportive women. No matter what’s going on in our daily lives, I know they have my back. Always. But recently, I have noticed that this isn’t the case for everyone. We live in world where women are still fighting for equal rights, and an independent voice, and although this has been achieved in the Western world… I sometimes look around and think.. “ARGH… Why are we SO unsupportive?” Because most of the time, it’s not the opposite sex that is tearing down the feats of womankind… it’s women themselves. In a society where women are only now starting to feel confident in their skin, working harder to gain that promotion and putting themselves into competitive environments which were previously only for the boys, why are there women out there who want to tear down this hard work? I don’t often hear men bitching about how fat so-and-so’s thighs look, or how on earth SHE got that payrise. It’s usually a lot of girl on girl bitching… and you know what ladies… THAT ISN’T RIGHT!