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..
I’m not going to pretend that I’m an expert when it comes to skin care or that I have incredible skin – I don’t, I never have, but I am, without a doubt, trying my absolute best to improve that – and I have been since I set it as one of my ‘New Years Resolutions’. We all dream of attaining that ‘facetuned’ look constantly, but let’s be real – we all have pores, we all have oily and dry patches, and we all get spots at some point. There are, however, a million and one products out there that have been created in an attempt to solve every and any skin issue that may arise..
I never planned to write too much on my blog about mental health – a small mention within a post about my experiences with anxiety here and there, but nothing in depth, nothing dedicated entirely to the subject. My anxiety and depression, however, has got increasingly worse over the last two years, to the point where I struggled to recognise myself in comparison to the person I was back in 2016.
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..
The life of a sometimes-beauty-blogger is a difficult one – yet again, I am lusting over a ridiculous amount of new make-up, with so many recent high-end new releases that have all caught my attention. As always, I am fighting with myself over actually buying any of it. My days and nights have been spent scrolling through Beauty Bay, Boots and Superdrug, so much so that they have now found a new home on the ‘favourites’ bar on my phone, although I don’t know whether that’s something to be happy about or ashamed of..
