Family is something we can’t choose…

I am and have always been family orientated. My family mean the world to me and I’d do practically anything to make sure they are happy and healthy, but there’s plenty that I wouldn’t do as well.

Being a mum is one of the hardest but most rewarding titles I could ever hope to hold. My daughter is my biggest motivator and best friend. She is adorable beyond words and her happiness is paramount to me. I’d go above and beyond for her because she’s my daughter and that’s what you do for your children. However, there are times where I must do things that would make me seem unfair to certain people.

I will also be the first person to stand in-between my daughter and those who wish to cause her harm or negativity. That includes family! I am not about to let any single person on this planet, treat my daughter like she doesn’t matter, and I certainly won’t allow ‘family’ to do the same. Call me strict, but I don’t want my daughter going through the same heartache and pain that I went through.

My daughter is really lucky, because she does have so many people around her that love and cherish her more than I thought possible. I know there are a list of people that would go to the ends of the world for my daughter, because they love and care for her. They also want what’s best, however, all her family won’t be involved in her life and it won’t be Luna missing out.

Luna has family she has met once and will probably never see again. She also has family she will never meet, and that’s not through her faults and when she grows up, I’ll explain it to her but that does break my heart. I grew up with having a chunk of my family not bother with me, and they still don’t really care to this day. They will be some of the people missing out on Luna. Not me. I get to see her adorable little smile and her bubbly personality each and every day. Those don’t and wont.

I won’t give people the opportunity to walk out on my daughter, the same way they walked out on Kieran and me. I won’t allow people to let her down repeatedly or say that her birthdays don’t matter. I won’t allow other people to make her feel like she is any less than what she is. I won’t allow “grandparents” an automatic right in her life, just because they may share DNA.

Luna has two parents that adore the life out of her! She has four grandparents that spoil and cherish her and each of them have an ever-growing bond with her. I mean, she goes so shy whenever my pops come over, but that doesn’t stop her from backing into him for cuddles every ten minutes or playing chase in the garden. Every morning, she calls for nanny cats and goes into the living room to see her and gives her the biggest smile! Then we have Katie and Ste, Kieran’s dad and step mum. They are incredible with her, so much that it makes me cry. They came down when she was readmitted to hospital, even though there was snow on the roads, and they had to drive the two-hour journey. That was the first time they met her, and they went through some difficult situations but still they made the effort!

I have my best friends who ring me up and always ask how my daughter is and generally, they all have to have conversations with her, but I don’t mind. Because they are actually taking the time to make an effort with my baby girl. Luna has aunts and uncles that she has built such strong bonds with, so sometimes taking her away from them for bed or naps can become a problem but she still gets special time with all of them.

So now, to the family who can’t be bothered with my daughter. The family that can’t be bothered to send a message asking how she is or what she’s learnt to do this week, because she is always growing and learning. To all of you that want to claim you have an active part in my daughter’s life, you don’t. She doesn’t know who you are and that’s not my fault. I can’t force her to know people that can’t be bothered with her and I won’t make her put up with you just because your family. Most of you, don’t deserve to know the happiness and love that my little girl can bring. You won’t know the way she laughs when the claw comes out or how much she loves animals and being outdoors. You won’t get to experience her sassy, cheeky nature. You won’t get to see how smart she is, when she’s reading her books and understanding the words. You won’t get to feel how loving and cuddly she is, because she will give everyone attention. And that’s not my fault. I’m not missing out on her because I am her mum, which means I am her strength each and every day. That strength, means stopping people I consider toxic, being an active part in her life.

But thank you. Thank you to those that put in the effort. Thank you to those that never let Luna forget who they are. Thank you to those that may come round to see me but still make effort to play with Luna and make her smile. You are the ones that Luna will grow up around. And for that, I couldn’t be more thankful.

We don’t have to allow family in our lives just because they are related. If they don’t boost you up or show concern when you’re down, they don’t deserve a place in your life. You deserve to be happy. You deserve people around you that make you happy. So don’t settle for anything less than happiness.

Thank you for reading, as always you can follow me on Twitter and Insta @openupwithme or head over to my facebook page by searching ‘openupwithmeblog’. Until the next time, keep smiling. Ferrari. ❤️

Bullying…

I am pretty sure that every single person that is alive right now has experienced bullying in one way or another. Because of the progression of the internet, it has become so much easier, with there not really being a safe place that we can hide from. It can take so many different forms whether it is physical, mental, emotional or verbal. And every single one of them are really bad on a person.

Noun – A person who habitually seeks to harm or intimidate those whom they perceive as vulnerable. ‘He is a ranting, domineering bully’.
Verb – Seek to harm, intimidate, or coerce (someone perceived as vulnerable) ‘her 11- year-old son has been constantly bullied at school’, ‘a local man was bullied into helping them’ – https://www.lexico.com/en/definition/bully

I was in primary school when I first started to get bullied. In fact, I was bullied relentlessly in primary school, and the first of my two secondary schools. I hate to write my next statement but I then in turn became a bully. I will never say that it was because I was a horrible person, because I’m not. I just got sick of being the one getting attacked especially for things that was no others concern. So, to every single person I ever belittled in my childhood, to those that I made feel worse about themselves, to those that I made dread to come to school, I’m more sorry than you will ever know! I should never have taken my frustration out on you because you weren’t the ones responsible for the years of abuse I got, and you never deserved my retaliation.

I was bullied from an early age because of my name and then when they found out about my home life, it just got worse. I come from a single parent background, grew up and still live in a council house, with severally autistic brothers who I would defend until my last breath. I have had every dig, every joke and every comment possible in regards to having a car name. That wasn’t bad. I can handle the comments about my name, after all, they just didn’t like the fact they had boring names and my parents had a bit of creativity in their choice… well my dad did, my mum let him choose my name and here I am, with the name Ferrari that I have had pretty much all my life. What I couldn’t handle was them making comments about my family, saying how my brothers must have been inbred because of their disability, saying how my family were low and scum because of where we grew up and because none of us every had the latest toys or trainers.

Now, before I learnt what a back bone was, I took all the bullying personally. I mean I had enough going on at home that meant anything else on top of that was enough to weigh me down. School and seeing my friends were my escape from a less than perfect home life and to experience bullying was awful. I had this best friend who I called ‘blue eyes’ and he was my best friend during my primary school days, right up until I moved a few months before my 12th birthday and I honestly could never thank him enough. We used to hang out every day after school, in the square by his house. One of the girls that used to hang around with us, told him that he shouldn’t be my friend because I’m a skank and poor and blah blah blah… Funnily enough, her whole family hated my family and I couldn’t ever work out why… He was probably my first ever true friend because he never paid attention to what she said, he didn’t care if she didn’t like me because I was his friend and that’s all that mattered. We still keep in contact today.

I was lucky. Although I was bullied, it was all verbal. They never hurt me physically which is a positive thing. But emotionally, I was exhausted. When I started secondary school, one of the girls that was bullying me in primary, went to the same school as me. This meant that I got bullied from a whole new group of girls. All the words, all the taunts, all the nastiness, had worked me up to the point I didn’t want to go to school. However, it was never physical. By the time I had moved to the second of my two schools, I had become a bitch. The company I kept wasn’t exactly the most friendliest and if she hated someone, you generally had to hate them too. It was during my time at secondary school that bullying took on a whole different level.

I had so many rumours going round the school, some started by people I thought were friends and others started by people that wished they had my attention. According to the rumours, I had slept with most of my hometown (still isn’t true), I had apparently slept with my step brother (again, another lie. I don’t even have a step brother). I had all these different lies made up by people who had nothing better to do. It got worse when social media became a big thing. There were new ways to broadcast my alleged life, even with most of it being bullshit. I had people trying to put me down and make me feel like shit because of things I hadn’t done. I would get called fat and ugly, incest, a slut, a whore, a homewrecker, an attention seeker, and although they were all just words, they grated on me and slowly destroyed my self confidence and I still don’t really have it back. I mean my best friend used to call me fat and tell me I had saggy boobs and bum all the time, she told me how I was a slut because I had sex a lot, but why did it really matter to her? I mean she was the one who started the rumour that I slept with my step brother, she was also the one who tried a few times to break up me and my ex, even slept with him herself… She was still my best friend until a few years ago. However, she would have you believe that I’m the negative person. Turns out, my best friend had been manipulating me for years, knocking me down as much as she could to make herself better, and I helped her because I thought she was right. I thought she was the best and she really wasn’t.

I was lucky in the sense that I always knew who my bullies were. I didn’t have to worry about my online presence so much, because it was relatively new. I mean there were platforms that was asking for trouble but I tried to stay away from them. My bullies never attacked me physically, but they did damage the person I thought I was. For a long time, I would avoid those people because they always brought negative emotions. Loads of people, especially school children now are experiencing bullying and most of it is coming from behind a computer. This now means that people aren’t safe in their own homes because they can still be victimised.

I said earlier that I had bullied a few people and even though it was never intentional and I didn’t set out to hurt them, I just had a vicious tongue that I know how to use to attack people and that’s a bad thing. I had stood there and watched as my ‘friends’ would make jokes about people and id laugh and agree. I was a bitch for that and I am so sorry. I should have known better but I still helped to make your day worse. And I will carry that around with me because those people didn’t deserve to feel like shit because I was being bullied. Being bullied is not an excuse to bully others.

Recently, I saw that a girl who used to make comments about me, has been receiving them herself and my heart felt sorry for her. Nobody deserves to get bullied or harassed for things that are of no concern for anyone else. No one deserves to feel like they aren’t worthy of being alive or appreciated. You are! Just because someone has developed an opinion on you, doesn’t make it true. Their opinions on who you are and how you live your life don’t matter, as long as you are happy with it. So what can we do to change it?

  • Be careful of the words you use in anger. Because those words could be the dagger someone needed to quit.
  • If you have nothing nice to say, then don’t talk. If you can’t better someone’s life, then don’t add to it at all.
  • Don’t let other people dertermine how you feel about yourself. You are a light to someone and they need you.
  • Just because people are pricks to you, doesn’t mean that you deserve it nor does it mean that the whole world will treat you that way. The opinions of a few don’t matter.
  • Trust and love yourself! Because, you are one hell of person! You have emotions and beauty. You have hope and desire. You have the power to change the world, so don’t let that change be a negative one.

Be a positive change in this world. Because your words, your actions and your choices will have an affect on others. Thank you for reading, as always you can follow me on Twitter and Insta @openupwithme or head over to my facebook page by searching ‘openupwithmeblog’. Until the next time, keep smiling. Ferrari. ❤️

Best friends are important…

Can I be brutally honest? Losing a best friend sucks more than losing a relationship. I know some of you may not agree, but through my experience, it really does.

Now don’t get me wrong, there’s a few guys who have hurt me but my best friends were the ones that got me over my heartache. They are the ones that helped me to keep pushing forward. So even when I thought my world was over, they were there to wipe away my tears and make me smile again. But who’s there to wipe away the tears when you lose your best friend?

I think to lose a best friend due to an argument is bad enough but it’s worse watching the relationship drift apart. It’s not even about not talking to them, because you can talk to them everyday without having a meaningful conversation. But it’s when you noticing them caring less, which means you stop opening up. You notice them drifting away, so you just stand at the shore and wave. You can’t stop them, you want them to be happy so you just let them go.

Sometimes you have one too many arguments and that’s just when you’ve decided enough is enough. You’ve stopped caring and you give up with them instead of trying to help them, you stopped caring enough to try. And it’s heartbreaking. It’s hard to lose the one you turn to whenever you need them. The one that helps you create memories and can pick out your favourite songs. It’s hard because, who do you turn to when that happens? You’ve lost your first choice. No one measures up with your best friend.

Your best friends are essential pieces of life, and losing them, is like losing a piece of yourself. Sometimes it can’t be helped, people drift apart and never really find their way back. However, if it can. Try and save it. Because your best friends are important in every part of your life. So to my best friends, thank you and I love you. You’re the sunshine to my rain, together we create one hell of a rainbow. And no matter where life takes us, you’ll always have a place in my heart. Thank you for being there through all my madness and loving me anyway.

Thank you for reading. It means a lot. Follow me on Twitter and Insta @OpenUpWithMeand head over to my facebook page by searching ‘openupwithmeblog’. Until the next time, keep smiling. Ferrari. ❤️

No one can fault you for trying…

Write what should not be forgotten. – Isabel Allende

Everything I write on my blog, will be on the big wide world of the web. So I want to use it as a place to be remembered. I want people to be able to use my blog to express how they’re feeling when they can’t find the words… the only problem being sometimes I don’t even know the words to express how I feel. I am way too harsh on myself, and wont post something if I find it awful… probably why I have over 45 drafts… And I’ve found that it’s so much easier to write when I’m not at war with myself. So what do I do when I am at war with myself? I cry. A lot. Because I hate not being able to express myself through my words.

I can get myself into such a state. I am living with constant rollercoaster and I’m pretty sure the downs wouldn’t be as bad if I opened up when they were happening. I know I should, okay? I’m very much aware of the complications I create myself, but it’s not as simple as that to me. My brain has so much trouble with the ‘grey’ area, and even though it may not seem like it, I am working on that. It’s just hard. To me, a simple thing, would be blown way out of proportion because of the way I can’t express myself depending on the mood I am in. Sometimes I am so easy to get along with. I can take a joke and everything is great. However, sometimes I just lose control, and all the little things getting to me become too much.

I worry that the “little things” aren’t so little. I worry that those problems, will be too much and there’s no turning back, which is why I don’t discuss them. Then, when all the little ones build up, I lose it and by that point, there isn’t a chance to turn back. Slowly i’m accepting that I need to address things quickly, but I also need those nearest to me to understand that when I say I’m okay, its because I don’t want to talk about it and its not an invitation to ask further questions. That is one sure way, not to get me to open up.

I get so scared that people are going to leave me because of some of the thoughts that go through my head. There are times where I know I am being stupid but for some reason I can’t stop myself, its a defense mechanism. I get so scared people are going to leave so I push them away before they get a chance. Or, they get too close and I have to shut them out because IF they were to leave, it would utterly destroy me. I don’t believe that I am enough, I was hurt so badly that I can’t accept it when things are going well. That same fear creeps in because my past has taught me that even the ones that are supposed to never leave, will. So the ones that say they will never leave, still could.

I have walls up for my own protection. There are days where my existence feels lonely and isolated, because the fear has grown so strong, that I have no choice but to suffer in silence. I know that I wear my heart on my sleeve and that my feelings are sometimes overbearing. I can be completely rational one moment and the slightest change in my feelings, will cause my brain to do a complete 180 and I can’t slow it down or even stop it. I feel like I can’t love myself so why should anyone else. I lose count of how much I ask that I’m enough because I have never felt like it. It doesn’t matter what I’m doing, I have no confidence when it comes to myself. Yet, I can put on one hell of a persona, and that persona would have you believe that I could do anything I set my mind too. The truth is, I’m so scared to be who I really am, because who I am is emotional and overwhelming. My mind is a whirlwind but sometimes, its more of a blessing than a curse.

Nothing in this world is easy, I know that from my hard past. Yet, I am still fighting so that has to count for something. I still write, even though I think there isn’t a point some days. I still try because if I do give up, I’m teaching Luna that it’s okay to stop when things get too tough. The truth is, you can take a break. Sometimes a break from all situations will do you more good than you realise. I may not have been able to write for a while, but I’m still trying.

I battle myself each and every day. I don’t think I can remember when I didn’t battle myself over something. I battle whether or not to bring something up or to bury it till it finds its own way out later. I battle whether to walk out my door and face people even though I feel like a failure. I battle with every thought and feeling, questioning if it’s rational or not. So remember that the next time I do decide to open up. Because I would have battled myself for hours on whether or not to say something.

Every one has their own battles, and most of the time, we can’t see them. But that doesn’t mean they aren’t pushing through them and trying. It’s the ones that don’t give up, even when life gives them so many reasons too. I try even on the days where I feel like running and hiding. Sometimes I fail and that takes a serious toll on me. But on the times that I don’t, I know nobody can take it away from me. This life with borderline is hard, but I haven’t stopped trying yet.

Thank you for reading. It means a lot. Follow me on Twitter and Insta @OpenUpWithMe and head over to my facebook page by searching ‘openupwithmeblog’. Until the next time, keep smiling. Ferrari. ❤️

Lets talk about change…

The same people that called me self-centred, shallow, and superficial are the ones obsessed with reality tv and what their favourite celebrity is doing next, however there are plenty of bigger issues in the world. Issues that get ignored and downgraded. Ones that get tossed aside until the problem has escalated to an extreme that may or may not be reversible.

I tend to avoid the news or news programmes because they just frustrate me. Not only do you have the likes of Piers Morgan sprouting his utter bollocks and claiming to speak on behalf of a nation… that same nation that he sits on his horse and judges, the same nation that he slates and undermines in every opportunity. Now, he can have opinions all he likes, hell i’d embrace his opinions if he actually presented them like a civiliased person and not an emotionless robot. I also watched some show presented by Victoria Derbyshire where she was having a ‘conversation’ with an MP that was going for leadership… It was tragic on both parts and I couldn’t actually believe that these two people were getting paid to have this chat on live air. It was a disaster and I learned nothing except the MP is a douche and couldn’t stand by any statements in typical political fashion and the presenter lost control of her interview which made me cringe.

I got various news websites up to have a look at what the current issues were today and oh my goodness. They are as much of a joke as this country is turning too. I suppose it makes sense that the next PM we have, will be a clown. Over the majority of news websites that I looked at, the biggest headlines were to do with the police being called to Boris Johnsons flat because of an argument and Trump trying to start yet another war. Neither, in my opinion should be headlined news. I am not going to say that I could do a better job, but I’d like to think that in such a confusing time, the news channels would be doing a better job at presenting more reasons to smile than reasons to question reality. Do I honestly care that Boris Johnson had police called to his flat because of an argument with his mrs? No. It doesn’t concern me.

Im concerned about the hundreds of people that sleep on the street with no roof over their heads. I’m concerned about the thousands of people that are living in situations that are truly questionable of their human rights. I’m concerned about the ones that go to bed cramped and scared because life is hard. I care about the thousands of peoples that are suffering with poor health, both physical and mental that are being ignored. I’m concenred about a country that cares more about what the richest 5% are doing than the poorest 20%. I’m concerned about the education system that we trust our most precious people in. The same education system that fails everyone if they don’t fit a certain criteria. I’m concerned about the issues we ignore!

We live in a world where women are criticised for how we look and what we wear, instead of teaching boys and men to respect womens minds. We live in a world where is so much easier to point the finger than accept responsibility and make the changes. We live in a world where no doesn’t mean no, where no just means not yet. We live in a world where you are slightly different, you’re less of a person and that’s not acceptable. It’s not acceptable that we say things like “boys will be boys” or “men should be strong”. It’s not acceptable that we look down on people because they come from a single parent background or on benefits.

As a society, we are not acceptable. But as a society, it’s us who needs to stand up and make the changes. We elect the MPS that sit on the government that runs our country. We raise our issues and we have our voices! Start using them for things that matter. For issues that matter. Stand up for the little people that haven’t quite found their voices. Stand up for those who voices are drowned out by people who think they know better. Stand up for the sick and elderly. Stand up for your families and friends. Every single person on this planet has the capability to make a change. Stop spreading hate, embrace people for who they are but don’t accept that its all they will ever be. Stop focusing on celebrity news and culture and embrace your own. Embrace your lives and make changes to make your lives better. If you have issues with the world, don’t wait for someone else to start the fight, start it yourself and get others involved. As a society, we are failing. Embrace those that dare to be different and stand alongside those that want to speak out. Because otherwise, the voices that were gifted to each and everyone of us, are going to waste.

For a while, I forgot I had a voice. I let so many of my issues go unheard and then I thought, well screw you. I’m important too and what I say matters. I mean sure, I’m one person. But this one person, has 42 followers directly to this blog and over 400 followers on twitter. That’s over 400 sets of ears that could read this and if one person shares it, then the possible audience will just grow because that is the power of social media. That is the power we have as a society, so why don’t we use it?

 

Thank you for reading. I know I’ve been a bit distant recently, but I promise to blog more. After all, my voice needs to be heard one way or another. I hope you all have an amazing weekend. Follow me on Twitter and Insta @OpenUpWithMe and head over to my facebook page by searching ‘openupwithmeblog’. Until the next time, keep smiling. Ferrari. ❤️

“Openupwithme”

How fitting that my blog be called open up with me and yet it’s the area I struggle with most. That makes me a hypocrite right? Because I talk about opening up and yet I just lost one of my best friends because I couldn’t physically open up to him and I’m not going to lie to you guys, it’s sucks! I can sit here and say how it’s not my fault but it really is. I hit self destruct and the people I love are collateral damage. That’s my toxic trait. The fact that I can’t open up and I lose people because of it.

When something small bothers me, it grows and grows. One tiny little thing, grows and manifests itself to the point of an avalanche comes over me that’s beyond my control. Now I could avoid this avalanche of shit if I just opened up about the things that were bothering me. If I just said what little thing was getting to me instead of ignoring it and burying it. Because that’s when it grows. It feeds of the fact that I didn’t address it until the point it warps the truth and reality. To the point it twists my brain into thinking the worst possible scenario. But I can’t do it. I can’t open up and let people in because I feel low and defeated that my brain isn’t thinking normally. Because I feel pathetic and needy that I took something in a way I knew I shouldn’t but it hurt none the less. Because I feel irritating and clingy that I need to be reassured so much. Because I’m scared that if I let you in and say the wrong thing, you’ll leave anyway.

It’s not all the time and that’s what makes this harder. Because, there are some days where I have strength and determination. I have days where I’m so easy to get along with and could talk about everything yet a few months ago, I hit self destruct and lost sense of reality and I’ve been struggling to find it ever since. But that means that right now, I’m hard work. It’s hard work to think normally and act normally when my brain is the complete opposite.

I know I have to let people in. I know the wall needs to come down. I know that fear stops me. But I’m trying. Because the people I love deserve better than me being closed. So I’m sorry. I know sorry is just a word and doesn’t change anything, but I want to open up more. Especially to the ones I love, I just have trouble finding the words. I refuse to lose anyone else because of this wall. Brick by brick, it’s going to come down.

I will find a way to let people in. I have to or I’ll lose everyone.

*UPDATE*

So thank you to each and every person that has read just one of my blog pieces, and a massive thank you to my subscribers. You guys are amazing! Each and every person that has visited my blog has helped me smash my first target of 1000 views and I truly appreciate your support. I can’t believe that things I’ve written have been read all over the world. It’s read by people I love and adore, as well as people I don’t know personally. It’s read in my hometown and it’s read on the other side of the world. That’s unbelievable. So thank you! I have so many plans for my blog which I will give you guys a proper update soon, I’m just taking some personal time. I’m going to blog sporadically for a while, just whilst I focus on myself and my baby girl. But your support is appreciated and I am truly thankful. Until next time, Ferrari.❤️

Imagine we embraced the things we loved rather than criticise what we don’t.

So I was looking through google to find a quote that suited my previous blog post regarding my recovery through an eating disorder and originally posted it along side my usual update on Instagram (if you don’t follow me already, go check out OpenUpWithMe and give it a follow, thank you) but decided the picture with my delicious meal was better suited so sorry if you say the same description for two pictures. I forgot that I used to post a quote along side my work and wanted to do that again, and this quote seemed like the perfect one.

Imagine if we obsessed about the things we loved about ourselves. – http://www.HealthyPlace.com

I am a sucker for always looking at my flaws. I hate my smile, my teeth are repulsive, breast feeding destroyed my boobs, I would do it every time. I have stretch marks in the weirdest places, not places I originally thought id get from pregnancy, a forehead you could land planes on, a snowman has more of a tan than me, I burn like a lobster and then get freckles… not even fair, and I hate my thighs. I think that I’m too fat and that I have three chins, I mean I do, when I make it that way but not naturally. However, this isn’t a post to go on about the things I hate about my physical appearance or my mental state of mind but rather to focus on the things that are positive and I do like about myself. Shouldn’t take too long.

Firstly, it will always be my eyes! Eyes are the first thing I notice about someone and I truly stand by the saying that your eyes can tell you the most about a person. I absolutely love blue eyes, I could stare at them all day. Yes I am aware how creepy that sounds but they are beautiful. I mean I think it’s because Kieran has gorgeous blue eyes and I look at his all the time, however, if I’m being honest, it goes Blue, Green and then brown. I can honestly say that light eyes are better. BUT, the person who has the best eyes to me is my daughter and she has my eyes. I have very big brown eyes, and when I do my makeup, I spend the longest on my eyes, because they look amazing when done properly.

Granted a filter has changed the colour of my eyes but I love them.

Secondly, I love that I have such a big heart. I mean I know that it means I get taken advantage of but I wouldn’t want to change. I always look for the best in people and will generally forgive a lot. I care deeply for my friends and family, without asking any of them in return. I think that has a lot to do with being emotionally sensitive but I am lucky to know love in huge amounts. I love that I am always there for people because even for a moment, I’m generally making them laugh and taking their mind of the shit in their life. I love that on a good day, I am approachable and bubbly, because I have met some of the greatest people, being the way I am. And those are the people that have never asked me to change. I love that I am completely unique. I know there is not another person out there like me and I wouldn’t want to follow the crowd. I may have anxiety but I’d rather stick out for being different than conform to the norm.

Lastly, I love my hair! Now it has taken a very long time for me to be comfortable with my hair because I have battled alopecia for years. It was back in 2011 that I started to lose my hair and I hate it. The first patch I got, was basically the top of my skull and no matter how I tried to style my hair, you could see this patch. My confidence suffered so much that my mum brought me a wig just to see me smile again. Since then, they come back but they are tiny. When I started to lose my hair, it decided to change from naturally straight to curlier and its been an adjustment. I remember for years saying how I wanted curly hair and now I get to have it. It just sucks straightening it as the wind will change my hair, so I spend an hour straightening it for the air to fudge it up within minutes.

Its taken a while but…
I finally love my hair!

There aren’t many things that I love about myself but slowly the list is growing. I mean I know I’m vain, and if I think I look good, I will share a good selfie but that’s generally because I think my eyes look the best. I hope that one day I can love myself the way others love me but for the moment, I am happy with it just being a few things. What do you love about yourself? Embrace them! Until the next time, I hope you’re having a great day wherever you are in the world. Ferrari.❤️