Today is March 8th, International Women’s Day. Today is the first day since entering this new decade that we get to celebrate International Women’s Day!
What is International Women’s Day, you ask?
International Women’s Day is a Day devoted to the movement for women’s rights.
Commemoration of international women’s day today ranges from being a public holiday in some countries to being a to being largely ignored elsewhere. In some places, it is a day of protest; in others, it is a day that celebrates womanhood.
in 1910, German delegates Clara Zetkin, Kate Dunker and others proposed at the International Socialist Women’s conference that a “special women Day” be organized annually.
In 1917, after women gained suffrage in Soviet Russia, March 8th became a national holiday there and after that? The day was then predominantly celebrated by socialist movement and communist countries until it was then adopted by the feminist movement in about 1976.
The united Nation began celebrating international women day in the international women’s year, 1975. In 1977, the untied Nation General Assembly invited member states to proclaim March 8th as the UN (United Nations) day for women’s right and world peace
Have you ever wished to live in a world where people showed more compassion for one another? A world where we see the strong struggling, the weak, the fragile, scared…the slightly broken and instead of labelling them, instead of mocking them, instead of having a part in their self hatred by making them feel less important or useless…everyone instead, helped them. Made them feel good, worthy and important.
What if we lived in a world where all we did was help one another? Were we don’t let our jealously and insecurities take over in the form of a spiteful comment or hate stare. One where instead we were simply…kind to each other.
Nation Random acts of kindness day is a day dedicated to those believers, to those dreamers who dream of a kinder world or kinder people in a world that can, at times, be cruel to those who inhabit it.
Celebrated on 17th February every year, National ‘Random acts of kindness Day’ has grown in mass popularity every passing year.
Random acts of kindness day is celebrated nationwide by groups, organisations and individuals. This is done in the hopes of encouraging other people to do these random acts of kindness.
This day is a day Favorited by many – myself included – as people everywhere are enjoying doing these little random acts of kindness.
Reasons you should get involved.
So, you might be sat there thinking to yourself, why should you care about today? Why should you take part in Random Acts Of Kindness Day? Well, I decided to take it upon myself to create a little list, listing all the reasons why I believe EVERYONE should get take part.
I could argue all day and make a 10-hour bullet-point presentation on why I believe everyone should not only take part into today but always carry this day with you through rest of this decade by giving out random act of kindness every day or week or month.
More than anything…you just have to be a nice person wanting and willing to do nice things. That’s what Random Act of Kindness Day is, it’s to remind you to be kind and show kindness! Those are who you’ll find celebrating and taking part in Random Act of Kindness Day.
But don’t just hold your random acts of kindness for only one day, do this every day, once a week, once a month! It doesn’t matter, just try to fit some acts of kindness into your life, and you never know, maybe someone will randomly repay you the favour through one of their random acts of kindness.
Last week I didn’t post anything and that was/is partly due to trying to get through a ton of books in my TBR pile, making notes and then writing out the reviews. On top of my studies of my online courses…
The other reason for my absent is due to planning for Blogtober. It’s also part of the reason for not posting any book reviews yet (I’m saving them for October so I don’t struggle too much through the challenge).
What is Blogtober you ask?
Well, quiet simply ‘Blogtober’ is a challenge brought to blogger all over the world to create content EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. of the month in – you guessed, October!
That does including posting content on weekends and holidays too…
As far as I know there doesn’t seem to be any rules to this challenge, You don’t have to blog simply about Autumn/October themed posts, the only requirement is that we simply create content every single day of the week, in October.
The purpose of ‘Blogtober’ is to push bloggers to be as creative as we can, to push that creative spark in us. Whether you are full time, part time or occasional blogger, doing a challenge as demanding as ‘Blogtober’ can allow your viewers to get to know the person behind the blog better.
Because this challenge asks for content EVERY single day I have decided to jump ahead and get started on some content to make the challenge a little smoother for me as I know how terrible I am at procrastinating.
Are you attempting ‘Blogtober’ too? I’d love to know down in the comments!
I have a few blog posts coming up this week to do with ‘Blogtober’ and tomorrow for Suicide Prevention Day. I know this post is a little short and I want thank you all for sticking with me!
Have you been/overcome/are still getting bullied? Would like to share your story to help inspire others? Then please feel free to get in touch with me! I can link the story back to you or we can keep things completely anonymous, it’s completely up to you!
Also I had won a little giveaway and received an amazing book by Marion Grace Woolley author of ‘The Children of Lir’ ( another review I can’t wait to share with you all).
Thank you for reading and I hope you all have a fantastic week!
This year for Mental health Awareness Month I’m going to be talking a lot more openly about my own mental health, sharing in more depth and detail the battle that goes on behind the closed door.
For Mental Health Awareness Week I’m going to be joining in with Mental Health Foundation cause in spreading more awareness for mental health and this years Mental Health Awareness Week topic is: Body Image.
I thought I would use this to take the opportunity to explain very briefly what body image is before sharing my ongoing journey with my body image.
What is Body image?
So a brief explaining of what body image is: A way an individual views their own body, whether that be they have a positive or negative view on their body. It’s down to how you see YOUR body. It isn’t just what we see in the mirror, thanks to social media it’s so much more than that. It’s about what we think and about what we feel when looking at our own bodies, I’m very accustomed in knowing that the worst critic can be ourselves.
My Body Image – Ongoing Journey
So let just get into it. I was very aware of my body at a rather young age, suffering with really bad skin problems I was the girl that was always cover head to toe so no one could see how bad my skin was. I think I must have been 8 at the time when I truly felt self conscious about having incredibly bad eczema.
It became so bad that I’d risk getting heatstroke, covering myself up as much as possibly (and typically I’d only wear black as it was simple and made me blend in) whenever I left the house.
Then high school start, along with puberty and girly problems. I never wish puberty upon anyone and really, really feel sorry for those coming and soon to be coming to puberty. It really wasn’t an easy ride for me. As I believe it wasn’t for most people.
I quickly looked to using my hair as my shield against my new anxiety and bad body image as soon as my mum allowed me to dye my hair at the age of 14. I was so, so happy that she had finally allowed me to dye my hair, ever since I was little I’d see my mum dying her hair a pretty purple or deep red (usually purple as that’s her Favourite colour) and I really wanted to dye my hair purple like hers.
I walked into school the following week with the most confidence I had ever had up until that point. I was so happy and even more so when I got compliments from my friends, teachers, other students…and my high school crush at the time (this was like 3 year before I met my second major but first major and forever crush).
Of course like every good thing, the good feelings never lasted. My small hold of confidence was quickly sniffed out by my own insecurities and self doubt in my own skin.
Colouring my hair a different colour helped distract me for a while from my body, I become infatuated with dying my hair crazy colours. My hair became my security blanket .
I hated everything about my body, the way it looked, the way I moved in it and the way I felt in my own skin,. I still have these feelings often to this day. I have always had a small framed body, I suppose back then I had a body that had the potential of looking like a athletes body, I was very active, you’d either see me riding my bike or climbing a tree with my friends.
I’d never bring in my P.E (Physical education) nor would I ever bring in my swimming kit when we had swimming. I wasn’t comfortable showing so much of my body off to people. I’ve also found it so wrong that school makes us change around each other or try forcing us to swim. I understand the workout side of thing, I don’t understand why they choose things or ways that makes us the most uncomfortable.
I’d do everything and anything I possible could that would avoid me showing skin or clothing that showed off my body. For years I walked around in dark bagging clothing in the hopes to blend in and not draw notice or attention to myself. Partly because of my anxiety and partly because of my issue with my own body image.
When I got with my boyfriend, my body image changed in my eyes. He’s made me feel as though I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. He’s loved every inch of me, every imperfection that I own and he made me feel as though they weren’t there or as though my imperfection weren’t imperfections. He taught me to love my body for what it was, flaws and all.
With him I feel free and comfortable to wear what I what, when I’m around him I can wear skirts, dresses, short sleeved tops and crop tops. But every other time if its just me, I’ll throw on baggy clothes, tights or leggings and go back to trying to blend in with the background of the world.
Without him, I wouldn’t be caught dead in a dress never mind a dress as pretty as this one was! (These photo were taken at his sister’s wedding two years ago in June).
Of course that doesn’t mean I still don’t have a bad body image. Due to my eating disorder my body changes all the time, I’m always up and down (more often down) about my body. Last year and the year before that I lived in nothing but shorts, tights, leggings and my boyfriends hoodies as none of my clothes fit me any more. I’d lost too much weight.
To this day I’m still shopping in the children section – early teen section for clothes as my body is still so small and unhealthy from years of unintentional abuse. To this day I hate the way my body looks, but I do get moments where I’m happy with it. The moments are few and far but when I do get them I grab hold of it for as long as I can, never knowing when I’ll feel good about the way I looked again.
This year I have taken steps to changing my unhealthy ways and in changing the way I view my body. I’ve started a new diet that has been helping me gain weight for the first time since I was a teenager, I started yoga last year (You can CLICK HERE to be directed to my yoga post) to build muscle I never had due to being so sick in my body. And little, light workouts to build more. I’m starting to go on more of my adventures again and still looking at new ways I can help myself.
It isn’t easy and with social media and all these filters and ways to modify how you look using apps it can have a big helping hand in bringing me down about my body image. And with my body changing all the time, its so hard to like never mind love my body image. I hope one day I can see myself the way my boyfriend sees me.
This, like most personal/mental health related posts wasn’t easy for me to write and it’s even harder for me to post but one of my reasons for starting this blog was to open up more about what I’m going through, to jot things down and share them, to help others going through something similar and little bit to know I’m not the only one with these thoughts and feelings.
So I hope this has given you a little insight on how I view myself which isn’t in a very good light, however my mission to stay positive and push through until I achieve my body goal is ever growing and with the support of all my friends, family and fellow bloggers I’m hoping to share in more depth how body image affects me and those around me.
I also hope that this has shown you, that you aren’t the only one who has bad thoughts of themselves, who hate the way their look. I’ve lost count of the amount of people what have told me I am too skinny, or that I shouldn’t be depressed, self conscious or sad because I’m skinny. I can tell you right now that skinny is NOT everything. It can get very life threatening and I’ll be sharing a post on that later tonight.
I want this post to help other’s open up more about their own body image but also want this post to help you understand that body image is just that, its an image that you can change at will. It’s hard, and it’s not always something that can be achieve but a day of bad body image doesn’t mean that you HAVE a bad body image. It just means that that day was a bad day, tomorrow may be better.
I’d love to hear/read about your body image journey and I really hope this post have inspired you to share your own body image journey, as I stated above that my next post today will be about my weight and the way others see me, rather than how I see myself.
We are all beautiful, no matter the size, the colour, the markings on our skin. It’s all beautiful and it all makes us who we are. It all makes us different and uniquely us.
So Today marks International Women’s Day. This is a day celebrated in many countries around the world. It is a day where women are recognised for their achievements without regard to divisions, whether national, ethnic, linguistic, cultural, economic or political. The Charter of the United Nations, signed in 1945, was the first international agreement to affirm the principle of equality between women and men.
Since then women have come a long, long way from where we were then. We have a lot more freedom although there still seem to be so many obstacles in the way, when looking back i’m slightly stunned by what we as women have achieved. In honour of International Women’s Day I thought I’d write a post on inspirational women. Now there is without a doubt countless of inspirational women out there but for me my inspiration is drawn from my mother and younger sisters.
My mum has forever been the one person I know I can relay on, she’s always been there for me. Through the worst decisions of my life to some of the best, she’s pushed me forward when all I wanted to do was step back. She’s manage to be my mum, dad, best friend, protector and therapist all in one go. She’s never once stopped me from doing something I’ve wanted to do, she’s always stood by and supported me through my decisions however good or bad, just giving me advice whenever she could.
I have watched my mum fight some dark demons from past and present and she still continues to fight them to this day, and the amount of respect I have for the strength she always seems to managed to find is almost as much as the love I have for her. I would never trad a single quirky, Gothic, erratic and caring trait of hers. Her imperfections and perfections are what makes her such an amazing mum and I could never ask for a better one, I’ve never needed anything because of her, even when I was blind to that. (Pesky teenage hormones )
I say my sisters are also inspirational women is because although two have yet to make it into ‘womanhood’ they have all been through so much, are going through so much and coming out the other side better than I ever would. The way my sisters just take the bad and shake it off is so… admirable. I have a break down when I can’t find a pair of matching socks!
Not only that but they have also been there for me, when I have been sad and I think I’m hiding that I’m sad I’ll suddenly get a hug out of nowhere, a piece of paper slipped under a door with a drawing. They know what to say what to do to make me smile and I’m so proud of the woman and young girls that they are growing up to be. They don’t see it, or realise just how amazing they are but I know and now the rest of my readers do too!
And they are all so creative and smart! I spent 3 years using the internet, youtube and books I could get my hands on teaching my self to play the keyboard and another two-three learning how to play the piano. But my little sister taught herself how to play twinkle little start in one evening just by using sound! She didn’t search up the keys, the notes or what order to play them she played every single note, listen to every little sound until she made a sound that sounded like Twinkle little Star.
My other sister has self taught drawing, something I too tried at one point but quickly lost all passion for it when I realised I just wasn’t any good at it. But my sister has perfected the art of teaching herself to draw, she has spent many hours drawing and re-drawing the same picture until it looked right to her. She has over come so many things in her life through bullies to unexplained emotions to growing up. She’s put me to shame with her strength and reserve in continuing on no matter how hard things seem.
And then my youngest sister, being through so much already at a young age with medical issues the doctors had told my mum and step dad that my sister would never be able to walk, talk , crawl or be her own person due to complications but at the age of one my sister had them all gobsmacked when she was talking, crawling and learning how to walk! She’s always acted older than her age and I believe my sister has one of those old soul. She’s very academic, she’s so very clever and bright and recently she’s dabbled in art and the practice of yoga.
These women have been there throughout the best and worst of my life, the have stuck by me and have helped me through some pretty bad times and I couldn’t imagine a life where they weren’t who they are now. I’d never change a single thing about them and can only hope that as they get older, as the world keeps turning people too will recognise just how special they are too.
I hope this opens your eyes to the women around you and the women in your lives and makes you realise what little gift they are to have in your life. Don’t take them for granted, take care in what they say and believe them when they say they care. Women can be your best friend or your worst nightmare its all in how we are treated and how much respect we are shown.
Show us respect and you might be surprised by the out come that will have.
Being a writer isn’t easy and it’s made worse when you get hit by the much dreaded ‘writer’s block.’ An invisible blockage that stops the flow of words and ideas from reaching the writer.
Being an aspiring author myself and becoming a new blogger, I have found that writer’s block can and will hit you more than once. Receiving writer’s block is no fun task, nor is it something I would wish upon any writer/author. Sometimes my writer’s block can last for days, weeks, months and even years! Occasionally the creative flow you had can suddenly disappear without a word, one second you are on fire writing left, right and centre and then the next you’re wallowing in self-pity not understanding why the words are no longer coming to you like flowing water as they once had.
Writer’s block is simply this: A
psychological inhibition that prevents creative writer’s from continuing with
their work, writer’s block is a problem that obstructs the writer’s ability to tap
into that part of their brain that comes up with the ideas/words. Writer’s
block can prevent anyone from finishing their novel, poem, deadlines, post etc.
Anyone who has experienced writer’s block will know, fretting too much or trying to force original ideas can cause you a great deal of creative constipation. If you are experiencing anything like this/ or this is your first-time experiencing writer’s block then please don’t be alarm and don’t give up, you can get that creative energy flowing again, you just have to be patient!
I wrote a list below of all the things (you can try) that I do to help bring back my creative flow:
(1). Read a book. Now there is no denying that once I have read a good book or five… I am hit with a tidal force of inspiration and ideas! Filling your head with other people’s words, other people’s worlds can really help to inspire you’re own. After a good book, I can find myself writing for weeks afterwards!
(2). Eliminate all distractions. This one is easier said than done, personally, I get easily distracted and usually by my own thoughts and crazy ideas. To bring me back into “writer’s mode” I like to lock myself in a room with nothing – harder to do when you have three clingy cats that follow you everywhere- but a cup of hot cholate/tea/ coffee (I’m a little obsessed with all hot beverages), some food, chocolate and no internet. Just me and my words.
(3). Go for a walk. This is one of my three favourite things I like to do to help get out of writer’s block. There is nothing like walking along a park or through a wooded area feeling the breeze on your face and the little sunbeams warming your skin. Hearing the birds tweet to one another as you watch nature play its role as you take your peaceful stroll. I try to go for a nature walk at least once-twice a day.
(4). Change your environment. Sometimes a change of scenery is all that’s needed! Being cooped up in the same place day in and day out writing and researching doesn’t do anyone any good. Try taking your work to the park, a quiet little coffee shop and do you’re writing there! I have a little cafe fifteen minutes from where I live but I also really enjoy going to the Cat Cafe Liverpool early hours in the morning when my writing is at its peak and my mind is still in a creative haze. Once you’ve gotten over the overload cuteness of cats/kittens bringing your writing to life is almost like magic when doing it there. (Click the link if you’d like to know more about Cat Cafe Liverpool).
(5). Freestyle Write. Every day set a timer for 15-20 minutes and spend that time writing freely with no limitations. This will help stretch your brain muscle giving you the ability to be and allow yourself to be more creative with your writing in turn pushing aside your writer’s block!
(6). Read some inspiring quotes. This is my second favourite thing to do daily whenever I find myself hit hard with writer’s block. The internet is full of so many inspiring and motivational quotes, go out there and read them! I know people tend to overuse quotes but for the art of creativity, this one can be important as artists are forever looking for inspiration and supportive messages. (Click here to be directed to my post about book quotes! This will help get you started and hopefully, help in giving you the motivation to go out there and find quotes that speak to you.)
(7). Do something to get your blood flowing. A great way to prevent or get out of writer’s block is to keep the blood in your body flowing. To do this I like to do Yoga, if you are new to yoga then I’d suggest starting out doing Hatha Yoga (click here to learn about yoga and all the different optional practices open to you). Pilates and light workouts routines.
(8). Drink plenty of water and make sure you are spending time around those you love. Keeping yourself hydrated while surrounding yourself with good energy is another great way to get yourself out of writer’s block. People have a funny way of sparking that creative wick in your brain. Go see some friends, meet up with an old one? Go talk to a stranger walking their dog, I’ve come across a lot of lovely chatty dog walkers. I personally like to be around my family as pretty much most of them are really creative in their own way & I always have a sense of calm and belonging when around them. And my boyfriend, my right hand, my soulmate, a feeling so great I fear my heart may burst at times. The funny thing about being on this earth is that there are other people too 🙂 go out and mingle a little, push yourself out of your comfort zone!
(9). Listen to music. Take some time out of your day to listen to some music, whether you are listening to your favourites, old throwbacks you used to listen to or listening to something new, music is the age-old answer to any creative blockage.
(10). And lastly, go out and do something different. Teach yourself a new skill (I’ve started baking at least once a week with my little siblings), try out a new hobby go skydiving! Writer’s block is partly there because of the same old routine, sometimes you just have to spice things up a bit. Go out and try something new, something else creative and have fun doing it knowing that you may just climb out of your writer’s block after all!
I hope this has helped you out of your writer’s block or at the very least I hope my post has given you a few ideas on how to climb your way out of writer’s block!
If you have any suggests that I’ve not mentioned drop them below in the comments, have a wonderful week!
14th February… Valentines Day, the one day where couples either get extra romantic or spend the entire day angry/ disappointed with their significant other.
When you are in a relationship for a long period of time the romance can sometimes…dwindle. What was once an exciting occasion becomes something dreaded or too often repeated, you either spend too much time worrying about what to do for the day or what to buy and not enough time actually enjoying each other.
I personally have never seen the big deal with Valentines. It’s nice to get a card, a gift, chocolate, flowers but to only receive that kind of treatment once a year? It seems kind of silly. I think it takes away that special feeling in your chest you get when your significant other buys you something just because they wanted too, or saw it and thought of you or knew a box of chocolate or some flowers would put a smile on your face.
So in order to take a step back from unrealistic expectations and the gruelling task of trying to keep those expectations and I wanted to share mine and Dan’s first Valentines together.
Thursday 14th February 2013, I had spent the whole morning getting ready and preparing myself for seeing my boyfriend. I had picked out my outfit for the day, had done my makeup, my hair and made sure all his Valentines gifts and card was where I wanted them.
It wasn’t long before I heard a small yet firm knock on my front door, I let my mum answer it as I double check myself in the mirror before retrieving his gifts and making my way downstairs to greet my boyfriend.
We spent a little time in mine, opening gifts and cards, thanking each other and then relaxing with my family for a little while before we headed out. Now this was our first Valentines day, the relationship aspect as well as the relationship itself was a whole new concept to me and so we didn’t have anything big planned or anything planned alone.
We had planned to have an unofficial couple date. Now as I said my relationship was VERY new at the time and it was at the stage where I was forcing my best friend to third-wheel (or fourth-wheel when she brought her boyfriend?) as much as possible. And so when Valentines was creeping around the corner we had planned to tell our boyfriends that we wanted to go to her boyfriend’s house and have a kind of double date.
Once we got there we all instantly started drinking and talking. It was so relaxing and just what I needed to help get rid of my nerves. We spent the rest of the day drinking and talking to our friends about the future, the past and everything in between.
Everything was going well, we were laughing, joking, talking and at times singing along to the music we had on, it was great. Until we ran out of drinks… We had gotten down to our last cans, we were all still feeling the good vibes/buzz that we’d (and the drink) brought out in each other when we then all started to get really hungry but there wasn’t really anything in eat.
It was 12am at night, we were all drunk off alcohol and each other’s company, I was sat on the couch cuddling with Dan when my friend suggested we go to the shops for more drinks and food and we were lucky enough to be a 20-minute walking distance from a 24-hour Tesco.
With drinks in our belly’s and food on our mind, me and Dan held hands as we made our way out and started on our adventure to the shop. We all probably looked like wobbling, idiots but we were wobbly idiots happy and in love.
I honestly couldn’t tell you how long it actually took us all to make it safely to the shops but I do remember me and my friends laughing and joking about how good life was when we were young enough to play on those little children-toy-rides that some shopping centres/ big shopping areas have. That then prompted our boyfriends to try and fit themselves into one of those said children-toy-rides. (If you know what they are called, please do put it down in the comments for me!).
We stood there for a good ten minutes laughing at them and taking pictures (the only pictures we took of that night) before finally making our way into the shop. I can’t say how long we were in the shop either but I do believe we were in there longer than we planned and I hang my head every time I think about any of the late night staff hearing/ bearing witness to our drunken states. I don’t really remember what we bought other than a big bag of curly fries (I picked those). After another wobbly walk back to our friend’s house we instantly started cooking and then talking.
I remember the night just being so relaxing, no pressure, no expectations, no stress. It was all good fun that left us all with some good memories in the end. It wasn’t long after having our food that we all decided to call it a night.
Me and Dan we were to sleep on a long but narrow couch and although there was no room on it and the room itself was cold, being cuddled next to Dan I couldn’t help but think the night was still perfect and there wasn’t one thing I wanted to change.
I woke up the next morning, incredibly hungover but I honestly couldn’t have been happier as I left my friend’s house hand in hand with my boyfriend.
I guess what I want everyone to take from this is that Valentines isn’t a big deal, love isn’t a big massive gesture you need to show the world or brag about. Sure now and again it’s nice, but how nice is it really when you have spent so much time stressing? Sometimes even arguing?
If you love your partner don’t wait till one stressful day to show the length of your love, its all about the little daily gestures. The forehead kisses when you get home, the goodnight’s before going to bed, the I love you’s at random moments or before leaving, the little messages you send one another, handing hold and well I’m sure you’re all getting my point by now, don’t stress over one day. Enjoy your whole lives together and treasure the moments, good and bad.