The myth which says all girls love shoes focuses almost exclusively on the most uncomfortable ones. Sometimes I think that’s because boys want to keep trainers all to themselves – A club for members only.
Contrary to popular belief, you don’t actually need to be a total sneaker-head to start building a trainer collection. It might seem a little intimidating when you see people dropping hundreds of pounds for rare releases, but anyone can be a fan of footwear! All wannabe sneaker dons have to start somewhere, right?
If you don’t know your Yeezys from your Jordans – don’t worry. You can still build a killer collection on a budget.
A few nights ago, as I lay awake in bed wondering what Gerard Way was doing with his life now, I realised that emo wasn’t really ‘a thing’ anymore. Myspace, heavy eyeliner and overgrown fringes; what a time to be alive. Back in the day I took a lot of flack for being an emo – although I would never have labeled myself as one at the time. I’ve definitely change a lot since then, but I can’t help thinking that today’s teens are missing out by not having an emo phase.
Here’s me pretending to be a proper blogger. Do I fit in yet?
I do love this Dorothy Perkins dress, but it’s not really me is it? I don’t even wear dresses! I wear jeans. Every damn day. Topshop Joni super high-waisted, the perfect height for hiding my fupa. But I’m not allowed to admit that because I’m desperately trying to be more body-posi.
I felt like a complete phoney looking back at this shoot. It’s not me, it’s an act of what I assume bloggers should be so that I can finally feel like one of the gang. Do you ever feel like that? Perhaps not only with blogging, but IRL too. There’s something that sticks with us long after we’ve left our teens and that’s the need to ‘fit in’. Whether it’s the blogosphere, the workplace or even in a new friendship group – feeling like an outsider sucks.
Beauty bloggers often have an insatiable appetite for new products, as long as our bank balance allows! With the internet at our finger tips we’ve been able to scour the globe from our sofa looking for the next big thing in beauty. Unfortunately that’s not always a good thing.
For a few months I’ve been lacking my blogging mojo (read: life mojo) and I didn’t really want to do one of those cringe worthy ‘I’m back’ posts, but there’s something I need to address. I’m well and truly lost in my 20’s. Like many of you, I’ve reached the point where I’m no longer striving for grades, relationships or a good job and I’m basically just floating around life without direction.
I’ve worked so hard to get where I am that life seems to have plateaued. When you can’t see what’s happening in the future, it’s easy to become nostalgic. With that in mind, I thought it would be a positive exercise to share with you guys why I proudly call myself a plastic mancunian. After all, this might not be the place I was born but I’d definitely say it’s the city that raised me.