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No deal.

I’ve had the Guardian job search page open on my laptop for around 20 minutes now. I’ve had a scroll and browsed some of the potential jobs on offer knowing full well that after I hit ‘Apply’ I won’t hear a peep out of any of them.

And you know why I know that…

Because that’s life unfortunately.

And, as millennials – that’s what we have been taught.

That’s life, deal with it.

I have seen many an opinion about how my generation feel like we are privileged – how we’ve had it easy and how we’re entitled… yet lazy?

I am a typical millennial, but I certainly don’t fall into all the categories associated with this generation.

We apparently set the bar too high for ourselves – this is true. I have stupidly high expectations of myself and whilst I tell myself these expectations are too high it doesn’t stop me from wanting to achieve the goals I set for myself. Why shouldn’t I have high standards. That, again, is what I have been taught.

All through university it was drilled into us that we need all this experience and all these skills to be able to succeed. So ya know what I did?

I went out, found the experience and gained the skills… LOW AND BEHOLD… it didn’t make a blind bit of difference when applying for jobs because every single other person also applying also those same skills and experience…. you see where I’m going here?

We have a sense of entitlement because we fucking deserve it!

We went to uni, we worked the shitty part time jobs to support ourselves. We stuck out the degrading apprenticeships and internships because we were told we ‘need’ them to prove we are more well rounded people. And yet we, the millennials, are labelled ‘lazy’.

GIVE ME A BREAK.

‘2 piles of CV’s – 1 pile with a degree and 1 pile without… which pile do you think they are going to hire from?’

Recognise that speech?

In some situations this is true, especially for vocational courses, but for some it doesn’t mean shit whether you have a degree or not.

How has wanting a job we love and enjoy doing been spun into a negative trait? Apparently we also job hop too much. This, for me, is also quite true. But that’s because we all feel like we have to have a job to make it seem to ourselves that we aren’t wasting our time.

So we take job after job, gaining all of this varied experience and yet our dream employer will still want something else.

I’m not really sure the conclusion I want to draw from this latest rant of mine is, but I guess I just want change. I want less pressure and I want that sense of fulfilment when it comes to my work life… because right now, it ain’t happening!

And if that makes me a lazy/entitled millennial then I guess that’s what I am… but I see it as bettering myself by scoping out the life I want for myself by not settling for something I don’t really want to do.

I refuse to just carry on ‘dealing with it’ because ‘that’s life’. Life is what you make it and I am boring myself by plodding on without forcing change upon myself.

Because what’s the point in that?

WOO.

(Byeeeee, off to apply for more jobs I’ll never hear back from!)

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london diaries | moving house and anxiety blips |

Let’s start with the slightly more positive half of this blog… I’VE MOVED HOUSE!! And it is honestly a dream. It’s like a slightly smaller Barbie’s Dream House. My 2 housemates will also agree with me.

TRUST – its the kitchen. My new housemates Alice (will explain more about how she popped back into my lyf in a sec) and Mary also love it. We have spent all our spare time just downstairs in the kitchen. It might be slightly further out than I used to be but it’s worth it for the kitchen alone.

I’ve also been super lucky with price and stoof. It’s a steal – just like my old place. BUT the perk of the new house is that it doesn’t come with a (to put it lightly) less than ideal housemate. Friends who I have explained my previous situation to have been shocked – I won’t reveal on here as I’m not about that (Y). I’m not one call out other peoples faults over the internet but I am just so glad I’m out of there, in my new Barbie Dream house (any applications for a Ken would be greeted with open arms and immediately considered).

So it’s so lovely that Alice is now living with us! We were at uni together but we never really hung out… guess our friendship groups just worked out like that but we were always friendly. ANYWAY, long story short, she saw I was looking for a new housemate on Facebook and here we are :) Gotta love the power of the internet.

One more positive thing that has happened is that the fam and I went to see England v. Wales Six Nations match and it was the most stressful 80 minutes of my entire life. I honestly didn’t realise how into it I’d get! I was screaming, swearing, yelling, jumping out my seat and just generally being a hooligan… it was great haha! My dad was also swearing when England did something stupid… and my dad NEVER swears, so they must have been playing so badly. But luckily they pulled it out the bag in the last 10 mins and won and the tri was scored in the corner we were sitting which was insanneeeee!

Now… something slightly less positive but hey ho, lifes life is that I have had a couple of anxiety blips recently. Usually they come about when something in my general life isn’t going as well as it could – but I usually don’t even realise until the anxiety kicks in. I know that is probably how a lot of peoples anxiety sets in but no one can ever completely know the extent of another persons mind… who knowsss. Anyway, my bezzie m8 Beth and my mumma have been actual angels talking me through my nutcase phase(s) coz sometimes, that’s what you need to do – talk it all through, get it all out to try and unscramble your mind – it works for me :). Anyway, hopefully I’m over the hump of it but nothing happens over night.

Anyone who does struggle and suffer with anxiety – please know that it’s totally normal to have blips and slips in the road to overcoming it. I sometimes have to remind myself of that too! I’m not superhuman – I’m a regular gal with regular problems who happens to have anxiety like millions of other people. I, and you, if this applies, are totally normal and totally fine.

Anyway – it’s taken me so long to write this as I kept getting distracted by YouTube videos but I have started a new insta account for all of the vegan food/products I eat/find… go give me a follow at vegan__megan :)

Hope you’ve all had a lovely week!

Peace and love xox

 

P.S 8 days till my birthday… ;)

 

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london diaries | resolution review |

January is finally over woo freakin’ hoo! And now its Feburary… my birthday month… where my birthday WEEK will soon commence WAHOOOOO.

Anyway, I have planned to talk about my resolutions and the worst January Blues I have ever had. Firstly, let us review my resolutions and how well I’ve stuck to them.

As follows…

  1. Drink more water (bought a basic bitch gal Fiji water bottle to ensure I have my 2 litres a day)
  2. Make the bed every morning
  3. Stick to my vegan diet
  4. Treat myself better

Ok, lets start with numero uno. Apart from this past week I was actually doing really well with this. I was feeling more awake at work and my bladder was hating me so much due to the constant toilet trips. I have slipped up recently and have noticed more frequent headaches… pretty sure the 2 are connected. Note to self: keep on drinking that waterrrrr (ignore the protesting bladder)

Number 2 has also been a ‘if I remember/if I leave myself enough time’ sitch. I actually walked into my room after work today and told myself off for not making it. It definitely feels nice walking into my room, after a long day at work, to a made bed. Note to self: Being a couple of minutes late for work is worth it for that ‘made bed’ feeling. It’s like a present from past Meg <3

I’ve been SO good with this. Free breakfast Fridays at work (all the muffins, pastries and cookies) have been pretty hard to resist but I just make sure I bring in my own sweet stuff so I don’t feel left out haha.

And 4. This one has been interesting. Had a bit of a blip with my anxiety towards the end of the month and it (and my mumma) just gave me a sharp reminder that I need to be kinder to myself and realise that I’m only human. I’m not perfect – heck, no one is. If we were we’d all be very very dull people.

Ive posted a couple of things recently about dating and mental health and it’s a reminder to myself that I’m young, in control and excited about whats to come. I’s also freakin’ scary butttttt let’s not go there.

I’ll be moving into a new place soon, I’ve started sharing some of my favourite vegan recipes and I’ve started exercising again. I considered cancelling my gym membership but, lets be honest, I’d only spend that ¬£25 on clothes I don’t need. If anyone is feeling a bit low and enjoys exercise – get back into it! Srsly, it hurts, but it you’ll never ever regret going.

AND IT’S MY BIRTHDAY SOON. Once Feb 1st hits (and pancake day comes and goes) I tend to bypass Valentines day and just have a daily countdown to the 25th (my birthday guys :D). 23 is a weird age. 21 and 22 still didn’t feel particularly adulty… but I feel like 23 might. Guess I’ll find out.

Anyway, January was pretty shite ngl. I’m deciding to just write it off and work harder to make February a bloomin birthday bonanza WeeEEEeeeEEEEEEeeeeeee! (plus it’s the shortest month so money may hopefully last longer??? Ha, heres hoping!)

Peace and love xoxo

(Photo cred: Natalya Lobanova)

 

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Can you even call it dating any longer? 

There has been a post going around recently titled ‘Why Modern Dating Makes Me Want To Punch Myself In The Throat’ – holaaaaaa. It bloody does and it’s a freakin’ minefield out there for single people.

It’s brutal. I was saying to my friends a few weeks ago when we were having just a general chat about life that social media and the mobile phone itself makes it far too easy to ignore someone or a situation.

If you’re on tinder, or bumble, or plenty of fish (awks that I know so many lols) and someone messages you who you just cba to reply to… you don’t. They’ve taken the time to message you (granted, we all know what they’re after – but still, the thought was there) and you just ignore them. Ooops.

I’ve been ignored and I’ve ignored someone and it makes so so disappointed in our generation that we’ve, collectively, decided that that’s ok!?

Why have we all accepted the fact that we can all treat each other like shit?! Even typing this I’m honestly, like, baffled. And confused…

Our parents, our teachers and friends have all taught us to be kind. To be kind to each other and ourselves. So, why, when we’re behind a screen do we suddenly all turn into absolute assholes?

I think we all need to take a big look in the mirror if I’m honest. Recently, I haven’t been particularly proud of my self/actions and made a new years resolution to just treat myself better and have more respect for myself as a woman. After a certain situation I found myself in with a guy, I was super angry and sad and decided to write it down… I just left it in the notes in my phone but think¬†this discussion calls for it to finally be shared:

How many times gals. have you been seeing a guy, you think things are going well and then BAM… they’re not.

You rack your brains for reasons why, over thinking and over analysing everything, driving yourself mad trying to figure out what went wrong – when or how or where…

Just me? Ooooo kay then.

I’m the first the admit I’m an over-complicater. I dream up these issues and scenarios in my head that I convince myself are true – hence adding to the dramz I seem to create to cause myself unnecessary¬†agg.

It’s exhausting ¬†– and every single time I tell myself off and say right, next time you’re gonna be chill and laid back about the whole thing and not let yourself get worked up.

But, being me, of course that NEVER happens. But it’s not because I’m ‘crazy’ or ‘psycho’ like a lot of guys claim all girls are… I just have feelings. And when those feelings are hurt it, funnily enough, has a negative effect on me.

I’m not good at playing it cool or acting like I don’t care… but why should I. If something’s happening, in this case, with a guy, that’s making me question my own actions then of course I’m going to try and work out what’s happening… not for his sake, but for my own!

Some girls are so afraid of showing and saying how they truly feel for fear of coming across slightly ‘needy’… it’s not needy… it’s bloody standing up for yourself!!

Dating in this day and age is cruel… I’ve only been in London 4 months and have already been stood up and just generally ignored by guys I thought were genuinely nice… oh how wrong I was.

Men are truly from another planet… and they definitely think girls are, when in fact, it’s just a case of ‘wrong person, wrong time’.

And it sucks when you’re seeing someone and things go south, but I soon realise and remember that (after a few pep talks with my gr8 friends and mum) at the end of the day, I’m 22, in a city full of people and I’m at the start of a very exciting career.

Yes I’m going to be pissed off and sad about it for a bit because it’s never nice being brushed off by someone you like but I’ve done this enough (too many in my opinion) times to know when enoughs enough and it’s time to stop dedicating your time to guys who don’t value yours equally.

Think what you will about this… I’m sure some guys reading this think I’m just a classic nutter gal having a rant about my failure of a love life… but it’s ¬†made me feel better so byeeeeeeeeee.

I titled it ‘The male species’ but reading it back now it just should be called ‘my generation’. Obviously, because I’ve only ever dated guys, they’re who I channel my love life anger at… but girls are just as bad!! I have guy friends who have been treated like shit by girls and I just don’t understand how – maybe it’s because I have a larger than average conscious and feel guilt about borrowing kitchen roll… but yeh.

I cannot play it cool. As I mentioned up there ^^ it just doesn’t come easy to me and I do envy girls who can but it’s generally because they’re seeing someone or with someone that doesn’t regularly give them a reason to not play it cool… that’s clearly where I’ve been going wrong.

Side note: For some stupid stupid reason I just deluded myself into thinking that dating apps were a good idea and obviously was blind to the fact that guys on there are there for one reason only… safe to say they were swiftly deleted. I’m deciding there just are no rules and just to actually stay true to myself when I say ‘go with the flowwwww’

So, London – I haven’t quite given up on you yet but as far as dating goes – but you’ve been a bit a knob so far ngl… being single is also super fun and also slightly easier haha – it swings in roundabouts haha. Intrigued as to what life’s gonna throw at me (Y)

Peace and love xox

 

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london diaries | 10 things i have learnt since moving here |

I have now lived in London for just over 3 1/2 months. I’ve learnt many things, some of those things I am going to share with you now just because they’re slightly irrational and have made me realise I need to chill out. Seriously.

 

  1. Slow walkers need their own designated snail pace lane to save me from loosing my actual mind. Honestly… how do people genuinely get through live walking at such a slowwwww pace. It baffles me completely. I actually walk around places saying ‘Move… Move… Out my way.. OMG MOVEEEE’. It’s a form of stress relief, quietly shouting at strangers, and I know I’m not the only one. Its a common annoyance.
  2. People think it’s ok to press the stop button on the bus … EVEN IF IT HAS ALREADY BEEN PRESSED.¬†Let me spell this out for you. When one person presses the stop button on the bus, the drive has 100% noted this and will 100% be stopping at the next stop. There is absolutely NO NEED for 3 more people to then press the button. Why do people do this?!?! It’s a new pet peeve of mine and if people don’t stop doing this I will be making posters with the hope of creating a London wide campaign called ‘Stop The Double Bus Stop Button Pressers’ (I’m aware the name needs work). Who’s with me?!
  3. Travel is wayyyyyy moreeeeeee expensive that I had previously thought.¬†I have a separate contactless card that I used to use for travel only – when my parents came to visit before Christmas they brought any letters for me that have been sent to my home address. One was a letter from the bank saying I was overdrawn… Oops. Clearly ¬£100 a month isn’t enough for one person (who btw walks to work) to get around London without running out of money. Clearly not. Tip: if any of you have a rail card and don’t need a travelcard for work or whatever – you can actually attach this to your oyster and it means you get a third off all travel!!! This guy I was seeing¬†told me this and its probs¬†the best thing I took away from our 3 ish weeks dating, soz ha.
  4. London makes you fat.¬†Well, I know I’m not fat but I’m definitely not as toned/slim as I was when I first moved here. Something about this city just drains you of all specific exercise motivation. It, instead, increases your motivation for after work drinks, spending other money, day trips around London and other things that aren’t particularly good for you. I was hoping that the New Year would somehow rejuvenate said motivation but instead I’m ill in bed with a gym membership I haven’t used in 2 months.
  5. Buses are the best invention.¬†The Inbetweeners made people who used the bus ‘wankers’. Well, I’m a Bus Wanker and proud of it!! Let’s list the great things about the bus. It’s cheap. You (nearly) always get a seat. For the nosy people, c’est moi, you can eavesdrop on others conversations super easy. Yes, they’re less frequent than the tubes, but if you’re ever late for something you can just blame the traffic. People actually talk to you on the bus. You actually get to see London and for someone like me, who has no awareness of her surroundings, it’s a good learning curve.
  6. Boys still suck here.¬†I love dating, but London has honestly broken my dating spirit. In the past 3 months I’ve ¬†been stood up, lead on, ignored and groped. Now, I know this happens in all cities but I was kind of hoping that in a city full of attractive men in suits I would at least find one. Trust me… the suits lie. Tinder and Bumble prove more active but I’m so done finding someone synthetically – done done done.
  7. Being a vegan is v v easy here.¬†I have mentioned these restaurants so many times but honestly… there is no excuse NOT to be a vegan if you want to, especially if you live in London. I’ve been so used to ordering chips and side salad (don’t get my wrong, still a gr8 meal) but now I can take my friends to a vegan restaurant and they love it! Times are a’changing folks… get used to it.
  8. The air is different here. (Warning: I mention bogies soon). When I first went back, I was with my brother and he said ‘Can you tell the air is different here’. I then proceeded to take a huge breath in and it honest felt cleaner. (Here it comes) My bogies are also black, a lot of the time. I know that’s gross and I’m sorry but yes, girls also have bogies boys – we also burp and fart – sorry to break any previous speculation you may have had. Anyway – to my initial point, the air is better away from London. So if you actually want to do something with your weekend rather than Netflix your life away, go and breath some fresh air.
  9. I tut far too much.¬†I tut at everything. People, people, mainly people. I think writing this has taught me one more thing…
  10. I’m living in one of the greatest cities in the world and I need to stop moaning.¬†2 thirds of this list has been negative. Living here has also taught me that I love living here! I love being 22 (23 in a few weeks guys don’t forget), I love living near my best friend, I love that I’ve moved in with strangers and met a new best friend, I love living near my brother, I love my new work pals, I love all the opportunities London can offer me and I love that all I need to do is take life by the balls and bloody grab them.

Over and out xoxo

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London diaries | 3 years (ish) of blogging |

WordPress notified me a few days ago that I have been blogging for 3 years… what?! That’s mad. But very appropriate timing I reckon, as recently I’ve been flooded with ideas, so much so I’m pre-writing things and then scheduling them for later on in the week.

I love that I have ideas and that I can just put fingers to keyboard and blurt it all out. People say how easy my writing is to read (thanks hehe) and thats because I literally write as I’d speak. I speak wayyyy to quickly so this is a good way for me to slow it all down and actually get my thoughts and opinions down on paper.

Anyway, in a bid to step away from some of the more serious posts I’ve published recently I thought it would be a giggle to have a look at some of my older posts.

I’ve done over 100 posts and I still remember when I first decided to start this blog. I was sat in my first year room and remember telling Immy (one of my now and then best blonde, she’s gonna love me for saying this, queen¬†bae friend) and she was helping me think of a name.

I wanted to have some kind of reference to my hair colour in there as my ginger hair is something I love about myself. I also, when I first started, wanted it to be a full on fashion blog (little did I know that I’d find myself writing nearly 1000 word posts every week) where I’d show off my outfits and try and gain a huge following.

Oh how wrong I was. I was so obsessed with wanting to be just like any other fashion blog that I focused on just clothes a lot – but then came the internship and LFW and clearly (looking back on my posts) other things inspired me and I’m proud to say my past self quickly veerd away from that image and started writing about a tonne different stuff, go past me!!

… anyway, we came up with auburngirloverdressed. I recently changed this name to ThreadHead Meg, to match my YouTube channel (another venture I really should get back into but would rather write instead). So, who knows, in a year or so I may change it again… we’ll see.

So, my first post was an OOTD (lol) Those of you who follow me on Instagram know I regularly post what I’m wearing, mainly because I think I look damn good and feel like showing it off. But my actual first written post was this…

‘The aim of this is to document my thoughts, what I do and my outfits (on days when I actually think my outfit is worth photographing). Just anything in general I feel is worth sharing with you lovely people! Be kind :)’

I’m actually really glad that my entire writing style and reason for writing this blog has stayed the same – I do document my thoughts and I do share things I feel are worth sharing.

And I’ve come so far since that first post. Firstly, this is the longest I’ve gone where I’ve continually posted a lot. And this is the most traffic I’ve had as well, apart from over fashion week where I was reviewing the collections – something I really want to do again. Think I might look into freelancing for a magazine next season as that will add something slightly different to my portfolio.

I plan on keeping the format of this blog the same – chilled, laid back and a place where I can freely share my ideas about stuff I care about.

Thanks everyone who reads these and leaves me feedback – its gr8 and I love it

Also, if you guys have something to say that you feel like writing down… blog about it! Its fun!

Like this little cutie, this is her first blog and what she has to say is v important, go rubes (Y)

Peace and love xxx

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You, Yourself… and the rest of the internet

Every single time I’m scrolling through Facebook/Instagram or anything that allows others to comment on others content, 9 times out of 10 I see something negative.

There are some truly nasty people out there.

I class myself as a pretty nice person in the sense that I’d never be rude or nasty about another person, to their face of otherwise, unless they’d done something equally as nasty or rude to me first. Fairs fair in that case. But when I see random Instagram accounts leaving comments, mainly on public figures, accounts criticising their bodies, make up, clothes, activity it baffles me how someone can physically be that mean. It’s just cruel!

A lot of people say that these public figures, such as reality stars (who in my opinion receive the most shit) ask for it because they decided to be on a show that would raise their public profile. Right. Let me get this straight… so because someone wanted to better their lives, careers and make a name for themselves that therefore means they deserve to be trolled online for the rest of their social media existence?! It disgusting!

‘They chose to be famous, they’ve asked for the abuse!’… sorry what?! That’s bollocks and very very unfair. They’re still human. Humans with feelings who just happen to have more followers. Well-fucking-done.

Women, unfortunately (but not surprisingly) are the main targets and, as equally unsurprisingly, the abuse is from other women!

In this day and age, when men and women are both fighting for equality and equal pay and many other fairness battles – it just makes me so sad that there are people, women in particular out there, who find pleasure in putting others down… purely because they posted a picture of themselves in a bikini. It has the power to undo all the hard work campaigners¬†have put into gener equality over the years… and the fault mainly lies with other women! Come on girls… stop that.

Freedom of speech comes into play here, but I’m a strong supporter of the phrase:

‘If you haven’t got anything nice to say, don’t¬†say anything at all’

Because what’s the point? What’s the point in being a nasty bitch for the sake of it. It seriously angers me. I’m a sucker for reality tele and follow a lot of the girls, like Olivia Buckland for example. She, and Kady McDermott both stand up for themselves a lot, which I love/hate.

Part of me is like ‘wooooo go gurrlllll’, because why shouldn’t they defend themselves. But… a reaction is just what these keyboard warriors are after and sometimes it’s best just to rise above the cruelty and get on with it.

I post regularly on insta, but because I’m just a plain-jane¬†human with 500 ish followers, I don’t get abusive comments… so why should someone with thousands of followers be treated any different. By all means have your opinions, but why post it?!

Just keep your mouths shut.

For example, scrolling through Olivia’s pictures and someone’s put:

‘This is so edited!! Look at the shaker bottle and appliance… hardly body inspiration when shes photoshopping her pics’

So she uses protein shakes… ok? They help people gain muscle when used properly. By trying to keep her followers happy she just opens herself up to a whole load of shit thrown at her by jealous girls who, to make themselves feel better, decide to put someone else down.

Jealously is evil, but it’s embedded in all human nature and we all experience it, probably every day. The difference between nice people and nasty people is that nice people just experience it, mull over it in silence or out loud (without using the internet).

Nasty people clearly feel the need to make other people feel as shit as themselves but spreading their nastiness all over the internet. Congrats.

As I said earlier, I love\hate when people react to hate online, but athletes I feel have more than enough right to defend themselves as their bodies are their careers. American Olympian Aly Raisman posted a beautiful picture that is basically a massive middle finger to anyone who’s ever put her down. It’s great, and perfectly justified. Another gymnast had the best comeback to all the trolls with this!

So yeh, slight ranty post today but I’ve been thinking about it for a while and wanted to put it into words haha.

Just be nice to each other gals – we’re great and shouldn’t be mean to each other, its not cool. Empower each other as it can only go up from there!

Peace and love xxx

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London diaries | too many ideas and new opportunities |

Are we sure it’s actually November?! I’m one of those people who is far too interested in talking about the variations of weather and how outrageous it is that I’m not wearing multiple layers walking to work… I didn’t even have my coat done up. Madness

I also love noticing different petrol prices in different places, much to the amusement of my parents who I haven’t been able to wow with any London petrol knowledge as I a) don’t live near a petrol station and b) don’t have access to a car.

What an interesting start to this post ey?! Haha apologies.

Onto some exciting news :D I don’t tend to use instagram for messaging – I occasionally receive spam and my brothers gf sends me super yummy vegan treats… apart from that it’s not a messaging service I regularly check. But, the other day I had a message from a website called My Trending Stories¬†asking me if I’d like to contribute articles! Pretty cool right??!!?! Very cool in my opinion.

My lovely Mumma was in London over the weekend and told me how much she loved my article about anxiety. She said she finds my writing style really easy to read and just loves reading them basically… and when I told her about this, apart from being as excited as me she said ‘as nice as it is to hear your mum tell you how great you are it must so amazing to hear it from someone else’. And, as usual, she’s very right!

The message was so humbling and so refreshing and a nice change. Those of you who have followed me from the beginning of this blogging thing know that I have freelanced for a number of magazines (Sant, PETRIe Inventory and Fashion Angel) and websites but they have always been things I have personally sought after, applied for and been accepted for. Never have I actually ever been approached and asked to write an article of my choice because someone loves my work and style.

Just because I’m so proud of myself and feel like boasting a bit (and this is my blog so I can kinda say whatever I like hehe) here’s the message they sent me:

‘Your writing abilities and ability to engage readers is a remarkable and very rare asset in this days and age oversaturated blooding community’

As if someone actually thinks I’m that good?! It’s mad.

Since working for New Look and being settled in my first job, I was worried (in a way) that my dream of becoming a writer was quite far away – that I’d have to stay in jobs that weren’t my absolute passion until I caught my ‘big break‘ (Joey Tribianni). Luckily, my copywriter role is a fantastic foot in the door as I’m not only writing on a daily basis, but I’m making contacts within an amazing fashion brand I know I want to continue working for, if they’ll have me haha, for many years.

So I’m just going to take every opportunity thrown at me with both hands and take full advantage until I somehow ‘make it’, whatever that means.

I have no idea what I’ll end up doing but knowing that my writing is actually being recognised as good and interesting enough for people to want to read and share, definitely gives me a confidence boost and reminds me why I love doing, well… this.

Writing. Whether it’s these London diaries posts or my more slightly serious posts about things going on the world I feel inspired by – I love it all and I, unless all my fingers and toes fall off, will not stop doing so.

Watch this space ;)

Peace and love xxx

 

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London diaries | trying and failing (but still trying) the vegan(ish) life |

Those of you who know me or follow me on various social media shizz know that I’ve recently turned vegan. I say recent – it’s been around 3 months.

However, for the past couple of weeks, after being so super good and (sometimes reluctantly) dedicated… I’ve been a v v v bad vegan.

Guys.

I bought cheese.

I had poached eggs.

I had shortbread.

…I’ve basically cheated :/

Earlier my brother sent me a picture saying that 1 vegan person, each day saves 1100 gallons of water, 45lbs of grain, 30sq.ft of forest, 20lbs of CO2 and 1 animal’s life.

Now. If you think about it, that’s pretty cray. I mean these figures aren’t accurate to the exact figure… but if they’re anywhere near that then, well – I’m impressed!

See, when I think about stuff like that and I think about the whole ‘future of the planet’ and how awful global warming is and how we all need to start doing our part to start saving this one world we have… it does make me want to do my part.

I just wish I’d chosen a path that didn’t ban me from eating one of my favourite things. Cheese.

Seriously, when I get married (lol i know) I want a cheese selection board, with allllll da cheese. Brie. Goats cheese. Cheddar. Smoked cheeses. Fruit cheeses. Camembert. I just love cheese. And not having it for 3 months, it was tough I’m not gonna lie.

So I caved. After a few after work g&t’s my drunken self wanted a cheese sandwich. So of course (I never argue with drunken Meg) we went and got her a cheese sandwich. Not gonna lie, I inhaled it in seconds.

Cheese and crisp sandwiches…. omgggggg my all time fave sandwich filling. Crunch, cheese, bread, more cheese. Don’t knock it till you try it folks – salt and vinegar flavour is a good taste against the cheese, but feel free to mix it up if you so wish.

I know, no matter how much I may crave certain meats at certain times of year, I’ll never EVER eat meat again. I have discovered so many veggie and vegan substitutes that I would much rather have, as I know that I’m not carelessly eating a defenceless animal.

My brother also said to me earlier, when I confessed my cheese eating ways that I ‘shouldn’t strive to perfection’. And that’s true. Recently I’ve felt like I’ve been eating vegan because I have to, because that’s what I’ve chosen to do… not because I actually want to.

To be classed as a proper vegan I would have to stop wearing a lot of my clothes and shoes. I would have to throw out probably all of my make up and toiletries and I would have to start basing everyday simple decisions around whether it would fit into a vegan person’s lifestyle.

And I just dunno if I have the will power or can be bothered to do it when I’m not fully committed. And that just makes me feel like a bit of a fraud.

Trying the vegan lifestyle has however made me want to cook, and experiment to an extent. It’s also led me to some amazing vegetarian and vegan restaurants across London. It’s a small selection, but so far I have been too Mildreds and Veg Bar Brixton. Both absolutely incredible and both offering completely vegan meals.

At Mildred’s I had to actually double check that what I was eating was in fact vegan, I just couldn’t believe that something so creammyyyyyy, didn’t have ANY cream in it. Madness. I highly recommend both of these places and I also encourage all of you to just try it.

I might, in time, completely transition back to being a clean eating vegan – but for the time being I’m not going to be too hard on myself and do it 80/20. Have days where I let myself have a bit of cheese, or a yummy pastry when they’re free at Friday free breakfast at work :D

It’s really not been as hard as I’m making it out to be. Soya milk – easy. Sunflower spread – easy. Vegetarian substitutes for meat – easy and in my opinion, nicer than meat itself.

Vegan baking is also super fun and extremely yummy.

Give it a go and see how ya get on.

Lets all try and save the planet woooooo.

Peace and love xxx

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‘You’re too fat’. Sorry what?

A friend of mine told me something outrageous the other day. It is so outrageous… and yet so common.

So, as she calls it, a pretty average crappy club near where she lives (in Reigate), refused entry to a girl. This girl wasn’t smashed, she wasn’t ‘inappropriately’ dressed, she wasn’t rude to the bouncer and she wasn’t underage. The normal reasons people are generally refused entry into clubs.

She was too fat.

What makes me sad is that hearing stories like that doesn’t shock me anymore. Especially now, having been out in London a few times, and being pre-warned¬†I have to dress a certain way, otherwise I’d be turned away at the door.

Too fat?!

She was a size 10. A. SIZE. TEN.

In what way, shape of form is a size 10 fat?!?!??!?!!?

I love a good club night – multiple g&t’s alongside a good cheesy dance room with the usual awful and embarrassing cheesy dancing that always follows is my idea of a top night. I’ve had these when I’ve been dressed up to the nines and I’ve had these after a 12 hour shift in a restaurant so I end up in the club dressed in my work tee and trainers. Looking a right state basically.

What angers me about this is that I’ve heard multiple stories from my friend about this club – it’s nothing special. It sounds like your average small town club and in no way a one of the high-end London clubs who are notoriously known for turning people away for not having the ‘right look’.

Also, when you do make an effort to look good for a night out, I feel this is when girls might feel most self conscious about yourself. I know that I do! If I’m wearing something slim fitting or revealing of course I’m going to feel slightly more exposed and therefore slightly more anxious about how I look.

I can imagine that this ‘fat’ girl was getting ready with her other ‘fat’ friends, pre-drinking, playing a¬†few games and looking forward to a night out somewhere she’s probably been a few times. Little did she know she’d be turned away for her weight?

Theres been a few articles surrounding this subject and the girl in question previously suffered from an eating disorder.

She mentioned in a recent interview that this highlights a much larger problem in society – discrimination against size. No one, ever, should ever be discriminated for the size of their body.

Nobody, unless told, has any idea why that person may have been through, or may be going through that could be having an effect on their weight. It’s a disgusting but common problem in this day and age and when incidents like this happen it just makes me question why nothing more substantial is being done to stop it. Discrimination like this, while it may seem small at first may lead, and has lead, to far more serious mental illnesses that have the power to completely take over and change a person for the worse.

This girl wanted a night out with her friends. She didn’t need a random doorman telling her she wasn’t the right dress size. Who is he to determine the what dress size is ‘right’ anyway!? He doesn’t. As a matter of fact, no one does. If that person feels happy and healthy within themselves, regardless of what the scales say, then, to themselves, they’re ‘right’.

This is classic club routine though… and its utterly ridiculous. The fact that men also have to pay when women get into a lot of places completely free of charge grinds my gears and makes me sad that while so many women and men are fighting so hard for equality and simple mundane things such as the price of a club entry still aren’t fair for both genders.

I’m just baffled by the fact that it’s nearly the end of 2016 and shit like this is still happening. 2016 has been an odd year. And it’s only going to get odder I reckon.

Working in the fashion industry and having come to terms with the fact that gorgeous PHOTOSHOPPED models are plastered across every advertising platform possible – I’ve sort of become immune to it. I know that to achieve the model look is impossible, because it was never real in the first place. But when girls who are so unhappy with how they look see these adverts of course it’s going to have a negative effect on them. Their thoughts just instantly shoot to the classic ‘to be beautiful and the ‘perfect’ shape I MUST look like this model’… these thoughts sometimes lead to detrimental actions and unrealistic ‘goals’.

I just hope that in a years time, I look back on this blog post and the world is different. I hope that people are more accepting, more kind and less afraid to not give a damn about what others think of them. I hope this for myself too. Everyone is guilty for being worried about how others perceive them – and if you can’t admit it then your just kidding yourself.

I hope that women and men can walk around and not be afraid of being made to feel small or insignificant by someone else.

I just hope that change is around the corner, because we really need it. And fast.

Peace and love xxx

(I’m hoping to do a series of blogs all about female empowerment and gender equality… so if that sounds like something you’d like to read (go onnnnn) check back in a week or so when I may or may have got myself sorted and starting posting regularly again!)

 

 

 

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