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. 19 Mar 2018 .

I've been real silent on the blogging front for over a month now, and kind of hate it because blogging used to be the thing along with my photography that helped me express myself, document my life, vent, whatever. But it's sort of fallen by the wayside. Not intentionally...there's a bunch of drafts sitting there that are waiting to be finished, but they're just gathering digital dust. 

My mental health this past year hasn't been too spectacular, and a few weeks ago it got pretty serious. Let's just say, I don't want to be admitted to the mental health ward of a hospital again, anytime soon. Was diagnosed with depression (another thing to add to the list of things that make I suppose) and it's made me realise that ties need to be cut with things and people in my life. 

The thing with these mental health 'breaks' is that everything becomes a blur. (Had this happen a few years ago and genuinely have no recollection of what happened in the space of 3+ months). It pains you to fake a smile, it's exhausting just...existing. God that does sound depressing, just reading it back! Thankfully, I'm taking a couple of weeks off of work, spending some time trying to work out who I am. Or at least get to know myself a bit more, and get rid of the things that really add no value to my life. I've unfollowed accounts that make me feel like I'm falling behind in life, and a lot of bloggers. Yes, I want to try and blog more, but I'm going to make it Not trying to take images a certain way just because it'll get more likes and all that jazz. I photograph the way I photograph, and talk online in the way that I do. That's it. Simple as. I need to own it. 

I want to be more active on my blog, but less social on social media. I'm really tempted to delete my Twitter, but we'll see. Basically need to stop living life behind a screen and get out in the world. Not that I'm suddenly going to become a social butterfly! 

So, it'll be interesting to see if I actually start posting more on here and don't leave it over a month until I next do.

. 16 Feb 2018 .

If I had to describe my body shape, it would be a slightly funny looking potato. You know...the one that has something about it makes you think 'hey, you are cool'. Also, it would be the potato I'd buy because it sticks out to me. Okay, fantastic. It's 2018 and I'm talking about my internal monologue when I see potatoes.'s making me hungry.

To me, I'm in that sort of middle ground. Not skinny, but not curvy or plus size. Just short and a bit podgy here and there I suppose. My body constantly has bruises, which leads me to believe that maybe I should go live in a bubble. No day is complete without my managing to injure myself in some shape or form.

I have stretchmarks, cellulite and dimples, which I used to loathe the fact these existed on my body. To be honest, I'm still learning to love them. Can't exactly do much to make them go. Also...effort. I want to live my life, not spend time attempting to get rid of things that I only ever notice when I make the conscious effort to focus on them. Which let's be real...that's really not that often.Sure, I don't have the confidence to wear skirts or shorts because I'll spend the entire time worrying about the fact that my thighs and calves jiggle. But also, I'm hella pale. Wow, it's almost like we're supposed to not have any body part wobble because heaven forbid muscle and fat actually ever WOBBLE. Why do we have it ingrained in our minds that we need to look a specific way to be appealing to others? It's a laugh! Somebody should find me appealing the way I am. Simple as.  

You know what? Those shiny little buggers on my thighs and elsewhere? They belong there. Showing me how I've grown from a young un, into a woman. We're not all going to stay one size forever. Cool if you do, but there's no point beating yourself up if you do fluctuate in dress size. When I was in school and college, I was a 6-8. Now, I'm anything between a 12-16 due to variation of sizes in shops.

People need to realise that life happens. As corny as it is, things are always happening and changing and that includes your body. Be proud that your body helps you to live, and exist. It's the vessel we sail through life in (what the actual fork Meg), and love it however you want. Shouldn't matter if it doesn't conform to what the media sees as attractive. Because lets be real...the media and what we see on screen is curated to be like that for a reason. They try to make everything attractive which is kind of tiresome. Plus it's only recently that shows and films are starting to actually show any real kind of diversity in regards of body type, sexuality and race as lead roles. Which let's be a pain in the ass. People want to see themselves in the media they consume! Sure, we want to be taken away to other worlds, but just a heads up for the directors and writers of Hollywood...if you are wanting to reflect real life on the big screen, then start casting actors that are diverse. There's only so much people can take of action films where the white, muscled dude is going to save his wife, and somehow he can amazingly defeat all these people to get to them because his love for her is that strong. Someone hand me a grater because damn, it's cheesy. I saw Black Panther recently and came out of the cinema just thinking YES. There were literally two white characters, the rest being POC, and I'm annoyed it's taken this long for Marvel to have a film that wasn't whiter than Casper the Friendly Ghost. Also the film is awesome, has a great soundtrack and love the fact that the focus isn't on just the main character. That the women around him share the screen time as well and are all freakin' amazing.

Right. Let's talk about food. I started with it in this post, and I'm gonna end with it. I love food. And surprisingly (although it shouldn't be)  being vegan doesn't necessarily mean I've turned into a rabbit. I can still eat 'unhealthily'. Sure, I eat my greens, but you bet that after a knackering day I'm gonna grab the dairy-free Ben & Jerry's, or make the cheesiest pasta possible because why the hell not? I can indulge with foods I love and we shouldn't feel guilty about it.

If you are reading this, and have got this far through the post...congratulations because I have blabbed on. But also, I have no idea what you look like, but I know you are rockin' what you got. You are a total babe and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Unless it's more compliments and then let them know to keep them coming your way, obviously. 

. 13 Jan 2018 .

I have resolutions/aims/whatever you want to name them, that I want to do this year regarding moi but not going to put those online, only for me to get to the end of the year and realise none of them were successful (although I'm certain that's not going to be the case). So, thought that I'd talk about what things I would like to implement into my life regarding the environment.

. 2 Jan 2018 .

Meg is back...tell a friend. 

Holy shitballs you guys, it's been almost 2 months since I last posted. It's been a bit of a rollercoaster for the past few months both physically, mentally and just life in general. Plus I wanted to take a step back from blogging because the love for it had somewhat gone. Everything about the blogging...industry I suppose, seems to be this idea of perfection and boyyy, that ain't me.