She was one of the first to teach me real, hard lessons in perseverance and the enduring rewards of patience. She would brighten my morning with her welcoming chirp every day without fail. She offered hours of companionship and comfort during my most stressful and loneliest times…
So I guess for my first post in 2019 I wanted to have some sort of reflection on the year that was, but I didn’t want it to be anything like a ‘2018 in Review’ or, ‘Top Products from 2018’. This is more of a personal reflection on why I had come out a stronger person in 2018 and how my mindset towards certain things have changed as a result of the things I had learned in 2018.
My jewellery collection houses some of my most treasured sentimental items in my life. While every piece of my jewellery is something I consider special, there are a few pieces that are close to my heart for one reason or another. These pieces are not my most precious because of their monetary value, rather they hold the most emotional significance.
Do you feel like your achievements haven’t been a result of hard work or skill? Rather, they were a result of being in the right place at the right time, or just pure luck? Do you sometimes feel like you’ve manipulated your friends, family, peers and superiors into thinking your better than you actually are? Do all these thoughts send you into a dark spiral of fear and anxiety that someday someone will learn how much of fraud you are and reveal it to the world? It’s most likely none of those things are true, and it’s most likely your suffering from a psychological phenomenon called ‘Imposter Syndrome’.
Unlike my other posts, this one is not going to be so glamorous. As we all know, beauty isn’t just about a flawless complexion, blended eyeshadow and winged eyeliner sharp enough to cut a biatch. Sometimes, beauty is about those things which are in our minds, not so beautiful. We all fight battles with conditions that can lead us to think our imperfections are not ‘beautiful, and that these don’t deserve to be talked about and shown off on our blogs. Truth is, I want to talk about these things because I feel like these battles and imperfections are what make us relatable. We can learn a lot from other people experiencing similar issues, and we can seek comfort in the fact that we aren’t alone. So I want to talk about a condition that plagued me in my teenage years, and to a certain extent even today. It’s not pretty, it’s not glamorous, and it’s not pleasant. I want to talk about sweat.
Well hello beauties!
I recently went to Bali with my boyfriend and I wanted to share with you all some of the highlights from the trip eg, things I saw, what we did and where we stayed. And to share some more exciting news, I came back to Australia as a Fiance! I also wanted to use my blog as another way to share the beauty of Bali, it has really blown our minds and we can’t wait to go back!
For as long as I can remember I haven’t had a lot of hair. I’ve mostly always had it long, but it’s always been very thin. I have that baby fine, slippery type of thin hair that’s hated among those who – like me – are unlucky enough to suffer from it. I know what you thick haired girls are thinking here though – ‘I wish my hair was thin’. We always seem to want what we don’t have. But for those lucky girls, this post will hopefully enlighten you to the dark world that we thin-haired girls live in, so read on and sympathise. For my sisters out there though, this is for you.