Luckily for me, my brother and sister-in-law bought me and the husband an awesome Gomez and Morticia Addams print for Christmas a couple of years ago. The picture sums us up perfectly, not to mention the fact we both love the films. This is where my obsession was born.
For the last few years, I've come across some amazing traditional tattoo style pictures that are based on movies that I love. I've always thought they looked awesome but never really looked into the artist or where I could get my hands on them.
Luckily for me, my brother and sister-in-law bought me and the husband an awesome Gomez and Morticia Addams print for Christmas a couple of years ago. The picture sums us up perfectly, not to mention the fact we both love the films. This is where my obsession was born.
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I'm coming up to the three year anniversary of moving to Leeds and yet i still find myself having the same thoughts when walking around the city. Whether I'm out exploring, doing a spot of shopping or simply killing time, I guarantee you that at least one of these will pop into my head.
For the last couple of months, I've been attempting to post my makeup of the day on Instagram. I decided to start doing this on NYE when I realised how much aspects of my makeup had changed throughout 2015.
I haven't managed to do it every day as I don't wear makeup all the time and some days I'm just too busy, but I have done it as often as I can whether I feel good or not. I also made the decision not to edit or filter my selfies at all, in order for an image as close to reality as possible was being uploaded. The results have been interesting and have taught me a few things. After years of continuously bleaching and colouring my hair every few weeks, I decided that I needed to give it a bit of a rest and stick to one colour for a while.
I tried this last year too and dyed by hair black, but I still managed to bleach half of it to within an inch of its life, which resulted in me having to go for a bob from hair that hung over halfway down my back. To avoid the temptation of bleach, I decided to henna my hair after having my hairdresser strip out the black dye to get my tresses to a lovely dark copper. I've been called fat for years. It seems to be the easiest insult people can come up with. This made me hate the word and hide from it.
Whether it was my high school bullies shouting it at me, snide comments from strangers in public or people who I thought were once my friends, fat became a word that I hated. I would even call myself it when I truly hated my body. I'd cry about the fact that I was fat, hating every roll, stretch mark and extra number on my dress size. For me it was a negative word that meant one thing: I wasn't good enough. |
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