A little update on my life… My last post was in July. It’s fair to say I have neglected my blog and the blogging community, so I thought I’d just say hi and let you in on what’s been going on in my life… General update: I’ve been struggling lately. I’ve lost all inspiration. I feel like every ounce of creativity has just been drained out of me. I’m sure you’ve all been there, maybe some of you are even there now. No matter what I do I just can’t seem to get motivated. Half-written blogs are piling up in my drafts and I’ve been really doubting myself. However… I don’t know if it’s the new pyjamas or the fact I’ve had my first proper day off in ages, I seem to have found a bit of that spark again, which is why I’m here now. I’m quite excited to try and create again and hopefully find a balance between this and my day job. Love life update: I’m still gloriously alone. I know you probably won’t believe me, but I’m actually alright with it. Maybe a bit too alright. I’ve been wo
I have been heavily criticised in the past for preaching about body positivity following my cosmetic surgery. So I thought it was time to address those comments and elaborate on the matter. Here is my rhinoplasty story! (Complete with a few graphic images). I was ten the first time I broke my nose. I’d just returned from visiting Santa and was frantically running around my grandparent’s house. I was wearing my favourite pair of flared skater jeans because I was convinced I was Scunthorpe's answer to Avril Lavigne. I tripped over the bottom of my jeans and head-butted the corner of a coffee table. It’s safe to say that that was the most painful thing I’d ever experienced, but I didn’t know it would change my face forever. A year later I fell off a chair in class and broke it again because it was already so weak. I had to have a second operation to try and correct the damage that I'd done but it didn't really do much good. At this point I'd given up hope of ever