34.

34.

How very Adele of me. Thirty-Four. Written just like that as if it will summarise all that this year has been and all the future could be. It’s my birthday, could you tell? Today I turn thirty-four years old and I have feelings about that. Not the usual feelings, I don’t think, but then I’ve never been 34 before. You see, I don’t care about getting old.  I don’t care about ageing. I don’t care about wrinkles or creases, aches and pains. That disregard is a privilege over those whose health isn’t as easy to get along with as mine. But I don’t fear getting old, or being old, I would consider that a gift. That’s not it at all. For…

This morning.

This morning.

This morning, blissfully unaware I am being watched, I stroll back and forward to the bathroom. Times like these I miss my old house and its ensuite. But oh well, we adapt. My bedroom sits atop the lounge room, a mezzanine sort of thing, with about five stairs to take you to the upper bedroom level. As part of my morning routine, I loiter the top story of my house in underwear with music blaring. My current album of choice, Human by Rag’n’Bone Man, requires a lot of singing along. And we all know that singing is better the louder you can push it out. Obviously. Realising my bras were all downstairs in the laundry, damn it, I grabbed my t-shirt…

Why I’m not a ‘not like other girls’ girl, anymore.

Why I’m not a ‘not like other girls’ girl, anymore.

Wow, confusing title, right? My bad. This post is about me being ‘not like other girls’ and why I gave that up and embraced female friendships and empowerment. Taking the time to reflect this International Women’s Day, I wanted to acknowledge where I’ve come from and where I’m going. I’ve always been a Feminist, long before I had the language for it. Long before I knew that wanting to define myself and what I was capable of based on my ability rather than my gender, was feminism. I knew it annoyed me that my brother wasn’t immediately involved in tasks at my Grandmother’s house. I couldn’t understand why people didn’t believe that my mother rode motorbikes, but deferred to my…

I’ve put on weight, and people are weird about it.

I’ve put on weight, and people are weird about it.

It’s true. I’ve put on weight, and people are weird about it. But not in the way that you’d think they would be. Perhaps you’re imagining well-meaning folks giving me weight-loss tips or advice on dieting. Well, nope. That hasn’t happened. What has happened goes a little something like this; Me & Them: Some description of conversation, turns towards gym or eating or wine or cheese. Or all of the above. Me: Yeah, I’ve been feeling it since I hurt my foot, I’ve put on a fair bit of weight. Them: No you haven’t, you look beautiful. No way. Me: Well, actually, I literally have. It’s not a thing, it’s a fact. I’ve put on weight. Them: Nooooo. No way. Seriously.…

Why sharing your experience isn’t attention seeking.

Why sharing your experience isn’t attention seeking.

It’s been a big month for me. Lots of post sharing and commentary about my blog and the way I cover topics here. I watched as my words were taken out of my hands and placed in the hands of others. That’s the scary part of visibility; you really can’t control how people see you. You can craft a persona, based on what you believe and hope is true, but you have no control over how it lands over there. I don’t know about you, but for me, that’s terrifying on a number of levels.  It reminded me of the time I saw a comment on my post that a friend had shared. The comment said something along the lines…

Dying my hair grey and maintaining the colour

Dying my hair grey and maintaining the colour

I know you guys are curious about me dying my hair grey. There are always questions and comments about it when I share a photo on the Facebook or Instagram pages. And I’m not going to sugarcoat it, it’s a pain in the butt sometimes. Grey is probably the hardest colour I’ve ever tried to maintain, and I’ve tried most of them! It’s one of those things, I suppose. Great in theory, but almost impossible to do well. I know. I tried and failed to get to this colour for a million years. Only a slight exaggeration. But we got there in the end. So, what made me decide to go grey? Well, the bottle version. I’m envious of natural grey…

Are we really surprised about body shaming in pageants?

Are we really surprised about body shaming in pageants?

Miss Canada sends a message to body shamers. Miss Canada, Siera Bearchell, was everywhere last night. While scrolling the interwebs late last night, I couldn’t sleep, I’d over-napped. That headline jumped out at me from not one, but multiple locations. Shamed for her larger body. Trolled, hitting back at the condemnation of her body, is seeking to redefine the ideals of beauty. But are we surprised? I hate to tell you, but I’m not. A woman that looks like me would never make it that far. We are weeded out in much earlier stages if we choose to compete at all. Women who are remotely ordinary are not in the international arena, so what are we talking about here? Are we…

Because glorifying obesity, that’s why.

Because glorifying obesity, that’s why.

There’s this thing that happens when you blog about plus size fashion and combine it with confidence and body positivity. People will tell you that through doing that, you are glorifying obesity. That I am waving a flag and saying hey you, you should be fat too because look how happy I am! But here’s the thing. I’m fat and I like clothes. Thanks to the internet, people let me talk to them about personal style and finding clothes that fit. Which is actually a legitimate issue once you pass the standard clothing store sizes. I do this by taking photos of myself, there’s no one else around here I could use. I am front and centre, no ambition to…

Write

Write

I came home this afternoon and it occurred to me, there was nothing much to do. The Confident You emails finished today and for two weeks now it had been my routine to come home, log in and polish and schedule the email. I’m done. We did it. I’ve finished the challenge and I feel every bit like we just had a challenge. You know, tired but sort of hyped too. That sort of feeling.  Instead of the “work-work” there is to do, I decided to open a blank page here. See what showed up. Like, be a blogger or something. Part of what I’m committed to in 2017 (I know, it’s come up so fast) is to write more. To…