Unemployed me should have probably been doing something a little more productive with their time than sitting around, eating snacks, and constantly watching Netflix. There were days when I struggled to motivate myself enough to get out of bed, which I’m sure most of you will know is super difficult. And that’s exactly why employed-and-productive me is going to write a blog post about all the banging new programmes I discovered along the way..
Across the four years I’ve been on the app, I’ve probably read roughly a billion bios, received a million messages, and heard a huge amount of, quite frankly, absolute crap on Tinder. Tinder is a minefield of lies, deceit, and over-exaggeration, with a small amount of truth intertwined, and it can be challenging, to say the least, to work out exactly where you stand.
After a while though, you become accustomed to every smooth-talking, tall, dark and handsome man that owns a super cute dog and has a dreamy smile – and begin to decipher what it is they actually mean when they attempt to convince you that they’re ‘not like other guys’..
No matter how hard I try, whenever I find myself single, I always gravitate back to Tinder. I don’t know what’s worse about the app – the awful use of gifs, the appalling chat up lines, or the sheer desperation of some people to gain followers on social media by saying “they rarely go on here” – I wish I could, but I just cannot help myself! Swiping through guy after guy is interesting to say the least, but there are certain ‘people’ you are just bound to meet..
There are a huge number of, mostly ridiculous, assumptions that come alongside the title of ‘blogger’ – thoughts of sheer laziness and days spent, lounging around in bed, drinking coffee and not doing much else, to free trips abroad with huge brands, being photographed on white sand beaches in the middle of The Maldives..
Influencers and bloggers have been on the rise for the last decade, and with that rise comes the stereotypical view of the lives that we lead, views enforced by a few too many people – from condescending grandparents, whose knowledge of the internet doesn’t even expand as far as their own Facebook password, to judgemental strangers, whose eye-rolls are so violent, they’re almost audible, enquiring “what exactly it is you do for a living”, to strange men on social media who insist on questioning your role in the world. Twitter provided me with a few assumptions that you wished people would stop making about the world of blogging, and I, for one, had a few giggles along the way..
I, for one, know all too well the struggle of coming to terms with your body image and weight.
Skinny is not a word that has ever been associated with me, not by anyone else, or by myself. I have always struggled with that, until I looked back at a photo of myself recently when I had lost a lot of weight and realised, I absolutely hated the way I looked.
If I hated the way I looked when I had lost weight, and I hate the way I look having put weight back on, what if I never found happiness with my body image?