I give you permission


If there’s one thing that religiously listening to self-help podcasts and treating Elizabeth Gilbert as the Messiah has taught me, it’s that people are always looking for permission in their lives. They want their parents to approve of their career choice. They want to fit into what society deems as a “secure job”. They want their Snapchat followers to respect their grind. Basically, we all want a pat on the back and to be told that we’re doing a fab job.

But, if there’s one more thing that I’ve learnt throughout my self-love journey, it’s that successful people don’t ask for permission to be successful. They set their gaze firmly forwards and just start moving. Obviously, that’s more easily said than done. I for one still crave positive feedback. God knows how I’m going to cope when I’m at uni and don’t have lecturers to suck up to constantly! I’m a work in progress though. So, even though I’m not completely immune to it, I’m trying.


Why are you confused by female sexuality?

If, for some totally legitimate reason, you were to find yourself googling the term "female orgasm" one day, one of the first result you would come across would be an article from Mens Health Magazine. And whilst at first is has an educational guise of teaching its readers to pleasure a woman, it also sends home the same message that you've been absorbing for your whole adult life: That your body is confusing.

This blog post was fuelled by the anger that has slowly built up inside me as a consequence of being fed that message. Frankly, I'm bored of it. I'm bored of this rhetoric that the female anatomy is too 'confusing' and that that's the reason women experience one orgasm for every three that men experience. Mens Health Magazine describes the female orgasm as "fickle" and "not something easy to come by". Well, I'm here to tell you that there are a sizeable number of women with two fingers, some coconut oil and a completely opposing opinion. You don't need to listen to them, though. Listen to facts instead: The average time for women to come from masturbation is 4 minutes, the same as men from sex. That doesn't sound like operating the Hadron Collider to me.


10 lessons my 20 years on this earth have taught me

Yesterday I turned 20 and spent it doing what I do best: in a Lush bath with a cuppa, a huge slice of victoria sponge and some Youtube videos for company. Frankly, it was bloody glorious. I'm pretty sure that a trip to Paris to have Beyoncé serenade me whilst throwing macaroons directly into my mouth couldn't have beat it.

All of the time that I spent basking in the gloriousness that is the Candy Mountain bubble bar gave me the opportunity to ruminate on the fact that I am officially a proper adult. My teen years are over, friends. And, apart from that thought scaring me shitless, I realised just how many lessons have been packed into those two decades. I've gone from being a chubby baby who did nothing but cry, to being a woman who's studying for a BA in English Lit, writes about her life online and only cries occasionally (usually because of sausage dog videos on Facebook). That's pretty mind blowing.

I like to document things that I've learnt here on my little corner of the internet. It's a very self-indulgent activity, but I'm sure you can humour me with this one.


On getting less screen time as an act of self-love

As some of you may remember, one of my main resolutions this year is to spend less time scrolling and more time strolling.

I found that it's easy for me to get sucked in by social media, not just because it has tonnes of cute videos of sausage dogs, but because it plays a massive role in my job. I realised that I was spending my day either scrolling for the sake of 'networking' or scrolling for the sake of doing something mindless. And frankly, it wasn't good for my mental state. 2016 taught me just how exhausted I become when I spend all of my time wandering around the internet. Having so many opinions thrown my way 24/7 just made my world too loud for my liking. Being constantly plugged in made me feel like it was impossible to find a quiet moment.


The non-instagramable side of self-care

I feel like I spent a lot of 2016 trying to define self-love. I learned, through a procession of failed attempts, that looking after yourself isn’t all about bubble baths, manicures, and glasses of wine. Basically, it's not always pretty or Instagram-worthy. 

The truth is, it’s a massive commitment and it can be bloody scary. Unlike any other relationship in your life, you’re with yourself until the end. So making a decision to change the way that you treat your body and mind is a pretty big deal. It means consciously choosing to work every single day to put your wellbeing first. Now, that’s all grand when it means going on a spa day. But, in my experience, 80% of what I want to do is not what I should do.


A letter to my period

I was told from the age of about 8 onwards to fear your arrival into my life. Tween magazine "cringe" pages and sub-par sex educations lessons taught me that you would inevitably crash into my world in a blur of blood puddles and excruciating cramps that could only be cured by playing tennis with my gal-pals. And I didn't really like tennis, so I felt pretty doomed. I was told to prepare for you with military precision. To pack a small pencil case with sanitary towels, panty lines, tampons and enough spare undies to clothe my whole form group. Apparently, you were a fan of guerrilla warfare. It was inevitable that you would appear when I didn't expect it. I always thought that would be whilst I was at my most vulnerable and my least prepared: at the swimming pool.


I don't think that affirmations are bullshit anymore


So, affirmations. I feel like the word alone is enough to set off a lot of people’s bullshit detectors. It sounds like the kind of thing that would be discussed around a camp fire with some kind of vegetarian quinoa and whale music playing in the background (aka my idea of a good night), so I think a lot of people are quick to dismiss the idea. It’s just kind of difficult to understand why repeating words to yourself will make any impact in your life. Apart from maybe wasting time that could be spent actually doing work.

And there we have one of the main problems with the discussion of affirmations: It’s all so abstract. It’s not like going to the gym and being able to see the sweat dripping down your face and then eventually even feeling your body getting stronger. There are no tangible results when it comes to manifesting positivity. It’s all to do with how you feel. Which is why for a lot of people, including myself until recently, they can seem pretty pointless.