Imperfection is Beautiful

Hello again reader,

Do you ever have one of those days where you just stuff your face full of whatever you can find? Or maybe you go out for a meal and you’re all “I want to have EV-ER-Y-THING!!”  Which is completely awesome. However some people both genders,  young and old get the same inner “after thoughts” of feeling bad or insecure about what they have eaten. This is because of “ohmergerd, I think I ate half my body weight in food” or “oh…damn i’mma get so fat.”  Some people can push past those thoughts and go “Eh, whatever.” But for other’s it’s more of a struggle. Be that as it may, fear not dear reader ’cause you shouldn’t worry about all that rubbish. I mean, there’s a one off binge of all your favourite goodies and there’s … Just binging all the time ’cause you doin’ it for the comfort or just because it’s a habit. Which isn’t so good…

\Food is not your enemy./

My main issue today is media and sizes. ***Sensitive issue warning right here****

Most, if not all people are aware of the effects of anorexia and obesity. Though I myself have never suffered with an eating disorder, I have been in contact be it friends, family with these issues. I’d like to point out though that mainly the people I do come into contact with say they feel like they eat too much and feel like they should go on a “diet.” Then you look at them and go “…but you’re skinny already.” Their response?  “Umm yeah… But I could do to lose a few pounds…” – Say what?

There’s tons of pictures online and loads of documentaries stressing about these mental illnesses surrounding these issues. A lot of people say media is to blame, which I wont deny it plays a MASSIVE part to how people think and react to issues. It’s the Judging zone to end all judging zones. With people being so obsessed with the next “do’s and dont’s” … “what’s hot and what’s not”  or just simply “How to lose weight” This mainly just involves excessive amounts of exercise and carrot sticks… or pills. Yeeeaaahh… No. Just no.

…I may be exaggerating a teeny tiny bit… but that is the impression they are pouring out into society.

Which leads me onto, modelling. Great if you do it. Though only if you are anorexic! … And really tall… (I really failed that test.)

The world has gone crazy-ass insane. Gone are the days when you could be a size anything and no one would care. I have stumbled across a few “POWER TO THE PEOPLE!” Type messages over the internet recently. Having said that, after delving deeper I came across this quote : –  “A plus sized model, in the past, was a size 10-12 – up to a size 18 for fashion. Now, they are calling a size 8 – plus sized,” shares Anthony Higgins – Director at MSA Models.  Now I don’t know about you, but my reaction? “Holy… Hold up… Are they serious? They can’t be? Really?!” *Ahem* Girls and boys, If you are troubled by this, don’t be. This is the kind of crazy sh** that makes other people crazy, and why people are having issues with food. If you want to eat that pie. You eat that pie. If you are a healthy individual and I literally just mean not morbidly obese or anorexic, you shouldn’t worry about your weight. This epidemic of “normality” has gone too far. Personally.

But it’s not just overweight people that are getting the “stick” now. It’s anorexic people or just people who are plain skinny. Simple as that. The whole “You’re too thin.”  “Gross I can see your bones.” ….Ring a bell? So why is this behaviour of being really thin being accepted in the media business but not in the community? I don’t condone starving yourself thin, I don’t however see a problem if you are just naturally skinny. Some people are just thin. Some people are just naturally big. These people have to work a lot harder to reach their “normal” weight or healthy weight. Seriously it’s a thing – look it up if you don’t believe me.

More to the point, the modelling agency is telling people you need to be under a certain weight/dress size to be a “normal” size. What is normal? Well their “normal” is stick thin women/men with no meat on their bones, telling younger generations “this is what you should look like if you want to be beautiful!” But even if they are not stick thin the media warps their body by using Photoshop. Ugh. That to me isn’t someone who is beautiful, that is someone who is trying to be beautiful in the eyes of someone else, but are killing themselves to do it. When in reality if they eat to become a healthy weight they would more than probably become beautiful on their own. What they are doing to themselves isn’t beauty. It is perversion.

I’d like to bring your attention to this article, fairly recent actually.  Keira Knightly (actress) trying to bring a little power back to the people. Or perhaps just to gain a little respect back for herself. In any case, she had agreed to pose topless for an article in a magazine under the condition that it wasn’t tampered with. A big virtual hug to her!  She said to the Times:

(November 2014) “I’ve had my body manipulated so many different times for so many different reasons, whether it’s paparazzi photographers or for film posters. That [shoot] was one of the ones where I said: ‘OK, I’m fine doing the topless shot so long as you don’t make them any bigger or retouch.’ Because it does feel important to say it really doesn’t matter what shape you are.”

*stands up and applauds*

So… yeah she was talking about her breasts mainly and not her size so much… Nevertheless it makes the point that this type of photography happens so much now that a lot of people have just accepted it as normal. If you add a little extra blush here or smooth out some of the lines there, a lot of people have liked the results because they see it as “perfection.”  Despite this, if everyone became confident with their bodies and said the same thing to photographers/media, then people might start to realise the damage they are doing to themselves. They may actually start accepting those lines on their faces and that maybe their stomach isn’t as flat as a pancake.  Yet not care, and accept and love their bodies for how they are.

Easier said then done though, right?

There is so much concern nowadays to what is right or wrong, or what is normal or not. You aren’t a freak if you weigh more than the person sitting next to you. Vice versa. What matters is whether you are healthy and happy in yourself or not.

The “plus-size” debate is getting a lot of people down. I’m not going to put a gender on it, because we can be smart enough to say; “Ladies, the men have some thoughts about their weight just as you do.” Doesn’t matter how tough they may think they are.  Though I am going to use women sizes for this part. Just be aware blokes don’t have it easy either. Okay? … Okay.

If I hear one more person say size 12 is “plus-size” I might hit that person in the face… with a chair. (I don’t condone violence… Yet.) It’s the most ludicrous thing I have ever heard. The average woman in the UK is apparently a size 16. They say this is a plus size and there is so much debate on it I don’t know what the hell to think anymore. In the US however it’s around a size 14.  I’m not sure if sizing should be so much of an issue as there is so many different body shapes to consider it’s all a bit… Shmer? I mean I have to go up a top size just for my chest alone sometimes… and it’s the same with my legs. I’m quite thin so it’s hella annoying when I could fit into size 8 jeans but my hips don’t lie. (I totally just used that on purpose…) So I have to take a couple sizes of the same thing into a changing room just because I’m not sure what size I am… and then every shop has different sizes… like hell. I have to make sure I have a whole day just to go out shopping. Just in case the shop I go into first doesn’t have the “right” size. To which, I’m then looking all around town for a similar item of clothing. …I am reminded as to why I don’t go shopping for clothes very often.

So… Getting back to the point, I guess people are getting… Bigger? Maybe? I just don’t like labels. Gon’ rip those labels out.  Focus on your BMI, not what the media says. Listen to our friends the science nerds. The doctors, who help us in our struggles and make things better. Or maybe just not care. Whatever floats your boat.

On another note, people who say “You’re not curvy you’re just fat” – with malice dripping from their voice…Shame on you! Using “fat” as an insult… What did life ever do to you? Except brainwash you to believe being different means you’re a bad person or a freak. Go… Educate yourself.

I could rant for a lifetime on this. Maybe I will? I have stuck to women’s sizing so if you are a guy reading this, tall, short, big, small  – apologies. Nevertheless whoever you are, if you are happy with your weight and you are healthy then kudos. If you are not, don’t suffer alone, in silence. Speak to your close friends, family and perhaps your doctor. Don’t get sucked into the media, they are all biased anyway.

I regret nothing.

Until the next time,

“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson.

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Fire and Ice

Hello again reader,

It’s that time of year again, where it gets frosty outside and the winter chill is creeping in. As we speak I have immersed myself into the depths of my blankets making me feel comfortable, safe and warm. I’d like to talk to you about the fires we make when it’s cold. Though it is to no surprise we prefer the warmth of a bed or the heat of a fire, I often wonder why many open fires in homes cease to exist anymore when we create them outside still.

Apart from the obvious dangers, open fires are a great source of warmth and though coal isn’t the cheapest material, there is lots of wood to go around. I stress that I do not condone the murder of tall mighty trees, and prefer that if you are going to use a tree as a living source you should replace that said tree. Or leave some so it may grow anew. I just wondered why we no longer take comfort in an open flame.

My home I would say is a traditional 1900’s building, built around the time of the war. It’s spacious enough for my family – as being the youngest sibling of six – it was very much welcomed. But what disappoints me the most in this house, is that the open fires have all been boarded up. There was a fireplace in each bedroom. In my room there’s still a remnant of the raised board underneath the carpet … which makes things a bit lopsided if you try to put anything there…And a constant reminder due to the internal chimney breast.

Though some houses still have the open fire it is rarely used. Other people opt. for the “look-alike” open fires, the electric ones. I personally don’t like them very much. Though I suppose it reduces the risk of house fires. Moreover I’ve noticed the culprit of the loss of open fires – central heating. Have you ever realised they never put open fireplaces in any new homes? New homes suck. But that’s another story. As much as it is heavenly to wake up toasty in the morning, in my family we rarely use the heating. Why? Cost. I much prefer to wrap up in cosy, snug blankets anyway.

I feel my first thoughts came to me a year or so ago and I only started to think about it again when I re-visited this place a week ago. This building stands tall in the humble countryside of Cannington. The open fire warmed my spirit, like nothing else has ever done before. I’m a sucker for tradition and an old soul at heart.

Later, my thoughts became harder to ignore as yesterday Bonfire Night came around. I spoke to my father about bonfires and he told me how he used to make his own out in the garden using anything he could find. (Things that no-one wanted anymore I should add.) Saying “Penny for the Guy” out in the street, of course this was to make a “Guy Fawkes” to burn later on that day. Simpler times.

It lead me to imagine myself making my own bonfire, I find beauty in the smaller things and could picture myself one day out in the garden with a bonfire going. On a clear starry night with the moon high above me, as if guarding or watching me in it’s celestial grace…

What you may or may not know about bonfire night is how it is supposed to commemorate Guy Fawkes’ failure on blowing up the houses of parliament. For others it’s slightly different that perhaps involves the battle of Boyne in 1690. However I’m focusing my attentions to Guy Fawkes for the time being. The history around Guy Fawkes is that he was arrested after planting explosives under the House of Lords in 1605. The people celebrated King James I survival by lighting bonfires around London. Later on in 1606 the Act of November 5th was put in place, where we would give thanks to the traitors failure. A little weird… But I guess everyone likes a party.

You may recall the famous poem written around 1870:

Remember, remember!
The fifth of November,
The Gunpowder treason and plot;
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!

The poem goes onto say about what happened which you can read here: This is said to make sure new generations do not forget the treason that happened all those years ago, so they may carry on the tradition of Bonfire Night. Although I wouldn’t want to burn a “Guy Fawkes” myself… Just seems wrong to me. I would, however fully appreciate a nice warm bonfire to take away the midnight chill.

To conclude, fires are a great source of warmth at this time of year. So if you are planning to make any sort of fire; be it a campfire, bonfire or burning wood/coal in an open fireplace… Please stay safe when making these fires and with setting off fireworks.

Added note:  I’d like to take a minute to remember those people who have been injured or have had fatal injuries. For instance, the two people who have been killed in a firework incident this month in Stafford, UK… Rest in Peace.

Until the next time.

Happy Birthday to you.

Hello reader,

A big good morning/afternoon/evening/night to whoever is reading my post today.

Today is my Mother’s birthday! … I’m feeling more spirited today reader, which is great because it might just be a coincidence but I have applied for two jobs today! That’s right TWO! Which I think in today’s climate of jobs is pretty darn good. Not saying I will get ’em but… we live in hope. Haha.

Anyway I would like to present to you my first ever scarf I have made start to finish all on my own! *Proud moment* It is just over the length of a double bed…or two singles… so it’s quite the standard scarf length. Aha, I just measured in beds. (Should totally be a new thing.) Overall I hope my mother cheers up a bit after giving her this present. She’s been grumpy lately, money troubles… which I’m sure lots of people can relate too.

I have always found it odd about the number of birthday’s that are on the 4th November which I have personally met. Which then led me to think of a mothers meeting or collection of girly bestest buds, discussing to have their babies on the same day cause “that’ll be so cool!” … I however think that’s just weird, so I stopped thinking about it.  I haven’t met anyone with the same birthday as mi- no wait yeah I have, once… I have no idea where that person is now though. *Thinks* … nope.

Reader is your birthday on the 1st December? If so, *fist bump*  – because we are so awesome.

Anyway, if it is your birthday today – HAPPY FREAKIN’ BIRTHDAY! You are so awesome. Yes, you are. For those of you who’s birthday it isn’t, Happy “UnBirthday” to you!

P.s. You never need a reason to eat cake. So go stuff your face and be happy (:

Until the next time ~