Ladies. Put down those tweezers, wax strips and eyebrow pencils. You won’t need them anymore, there’s a new eyebrow growing miracle in town which means you won’t have to fake fuller brows anymore. The brow saviour is here and it’s in the form of oil.
So, I’m sure like most myself and other women have gone a little tweezer happy in the past and are now regretting their barely there brows. Unless you’re a model like Arizona Muse or Cara Delevigne the idea of growing bake fuller brows is something that would never happen but it can. Scouring the internet to find the ‘miracle’ that will give me back those bushy beasts that used to rest on my face, I came across Castor oil. I won’t lie, when I heard the name I didn’t think it sounded like something that should be going on my face. But it does.
Like so many, I was a little sceptical. So turning to Youtube was my next option and well, I was really amazed. Even then I was still wondering if it was really true; but the women using castor oil seemed to have remarkable things to say about the product as well as having amazing transformations. They weren’t overnight transformations, but let me just say it looked well worth it. Guys. Now, I’m not saying this will work for everyone. because it won’t. The whole idea with castor oil is that it makes the growth of hair a lot quicker. The growth of hair for the average person is about 1cm a month, which is hardly anything. But most people do see a growth of maybe 2cm-3cm. Which is pretty great to think about. Having those long locks isn’t hard anymore.
I’ve only been using this product for 2 weeks and I’ve only used it on my eyebrows so far. But the growth already is something I never thought would happen. My eyebrows have begun growing back to how they were before I went tweezer happy and looked like I was channeling the 90s. As well as my brows just growing, I’ve also noticed hair growing in the areas that went sparse due to over plucking and waxing. So far I would give this product a thumbs up. In the last two weeks, I’ve managed to begin restoring my eyebrow virginity as well as having to use less makeup to hide the fact my brows are uneven. Overall, I’m really happy with castor oil. especially the fact that it’s all natural and works so well with my sensitive skin (which is a bonus).
Finally, if you’re trying to grow back those brows definitely try castor oil it’s worth every penny. I’ll leave a link below to the product I bought if you fancy giving it a go! Follow me on Instagram too as I’ll be posting regular updates on my brows and hair!
So I’m finally twenty. Yes I am now an adult but I don’t think I’m doing the adult bit yet. The worst part is.. I definitely did not spend my twentieth in a mature way. Instead I spent my actual birthday in bed. Yes. In bed recovering from the worlds worst hangover. It lasted two days and I am not proud.
Turning twenty in bed asleep and dying from a hangover isn’t all. The two day hangover that I mentioned before was RIDICULOUS. Nothing says you’re no longer a teenager than the realisation you’ve woken up two days after your night out with a migraine and feeling like you’re definitely going to die from the self inflicted situation you have put yourself in. But yes I did that and therefore missed my birthday. I regret everything. Especially the part where my mum and sister went to my birthday dinner without me because I couldn’t face food, or people or life.
But, as a new ‘adult’ I have actually decided to take a big step with something that will probably help with a lot of things. I’ve decided to stop drinking. Maybe not forever because I am going university in September. But at least till then. Maybe after, but we’ll see if I can last that long. Hopefully I can, I’d be a different me if I was able to not drink and do other things like be a normal human being who doesn’t spend most of her life hungover. For me that’s goals.
As of my 21st. I refuse to end up hungover on the day and I will spend my day roaming the streets on London shopping (although I’ll be a broke student) as well as, well I don’t know, it’s too soon too plan too much. But I shall have fun and not have my insides crying.
Anyway, Happy belated birthday to me (even though I’ve already promised myself I’m pretending I didn’t have one this year).
So I stayed in bed till really late again today. In comparison to what I was doing a month or so ago. It’s bizarre that life can literally alter in the blink of an eye and all of a sudden you go from working full time, not really earning a considerable amount, being moderately happy but knowing something is missing. To the complete opposite and having the thing that was missing previously to be your only safe ground. Like a haven…
Currently I’m sat on my mattress on the floor in my bedroom at my mums, trying to figure out what exactly has happened to me and my life in such a short space of time. Really? I’m not entirely sure. It’s been a bit of a whirlwind. I mean I’m constantly thinking about all of the little (incredibly fucked up) parts of my life and trying to at least get a slight understanding, but when you’re 19 and your whole life takes a slight turn for the worst, it’s pretty difficult.
So here it is. My aim in the next year is to go to uni September ’16, so that’s my main focus; but with an amazing portfolio proving that I would be an amazing photographer with all the little bits that come with it. Move to London because I’m in love with it and in comparison to the population of the capital it makes me feel weirdly calm and at home. As well as that, you know; it’s one of the most cultural cities I’ve been to (other than Milan), the art scene is incredible, artists work for passion rather than just for money and also it’s where I lost my Five Guys virginity, so naturally as a girl, I am emotionally drawn to my first love (not surprising it’s food, hey).
Seriously though, my slight sanity (that’s left anyway) is due to the fact I have my photography. If I didn’t have that, I’d probably be crying myself to sleep every night with a bottle of Jim Beam tucked up in bed with me. Yeah, it sounds ridiculous but when you’re 19, your friends are a text here and there because they have lives (unlike yourself), you don’t have money or a job and you’ve picked up some bad habits that literally came from nowhere (actually I’ll thank my dad for those) shit gets really fucking confusing.
So from this point (Tuesday 22nd September 2015) I vow to be myself and never end up the forty-nine year old ‘soccer mom’, who wishes she’d chased her dreams a little more, still wore red lips and nails and lived in sequins, fur and a fuck load of rings (me now). I also vow to make sure that the people in my life are always in my life no matter what happens (basically don’t lose lines of communication with the people I love). Lastly, I vow to never let anyone stop me from being a photographer or from being who I am. Period. *How do you end vows by the way? Is it ‘Amen’? or do I just celebrate with a shot of something?*
So I had a friend and yes I have friends; message me the other day to say that she was really enjoying the stuff I was writing about. When I asked her what else she’d love to read about, her reply was “Dating!!”. REALLY? Are you sure you want me to write about dating?
But here I am, writing about dating (I know more about maths than I do dating – even that took me 4 attempts and I still failed).
So the same friend that messaged me, was also a friend who was giving me dating advice a few weeks ago. Whilst telling me the things girls usually do when dating a guy, she also said that it wasn’t legit if; He doesn’t take you for dinner in a suit and tie and pays for it and if he doesn’t buys you jewellery or something expensive. Then I spoke. My reply to what seemed crazy and like nonsense (still does a little, sorry *friend*) was.. “One of the best days out I’ve had was going to museums and then going for a burger in Five Guys” (lost my Five Guys virginity too). Yah! Sounds like fun, don’t it? Well apparently that isn’t what girls do. I was not aware of this.
What I took from that chat was that I don’t care. I like going to museums and eating burgers and all of the other things I’ve been doing. That’s quality time. Well kind of, maybe not when the burgers falling out the bun and almost own your top (unless they’re into that, then do that). But seriously, don’t expect expensive things all the time. The best things I could think of are my favourite kinds of things. It’s more to do with “spending quality time, with quality people”. Don’t get me wrong, if the poor sod buys you something, take it and be appreciative. Just don’t expect it.
I already know the girl who messaged me about dating and gave me the idea for this post is probably going to text me later. She’s also probably going to tell me I’m mad and need help. But, oh well!
*Side note* So ‘boy’ if you have read this (which is kind of awkward).. all I want is more burgers and museums.. (and other secret things, shhh!).
So if you Google the word femininity, the definition it comes up with is; ‘the quality of being female; womanliness. Still, I have no idea what that means.
Femininity to me is something completely different to that. I joke all the time about being so ‘unfeminine’. But really I am, in a more I don’t give a s**t kind of way. Don’t get me wrong I always have makeup on and I take a ridiculous amount of time, picking out what I want to wear every morning (purely because I want to be a stylist) but other than that, there’s nothing. My idea of femininity is being lairy, drinking beer and taking advantage of the fact I’m a girl (basically, being confident).
Until today I never really thought about being feminine or a feminist, nor have I ever thought it’s something that should be fort about or is just something to do with lesbians. I think we all have that preconception that if we aren’t feminine enough we’ll never have a boyfriend or we’ll be protesting in the streets of London.. topless. I understand that most people also have double standards for girls, women too. But why? If I drink beer and joke about sex openly does that mean I should be a man or does it just mean that I’m comfortable with who I am and should carry on with being who I am.
The number of times I’ve heard the words “act more ladylike” or “sometimes I think you should’ve been a boy”. It doesn’t really bother me. Like yeah, cool! I burped or I had a pint of Stella (who gives a f**k). At the end of the day, being a woman does mean that we have a right to be confident but also push each other, rather than being so s**tty toward each other.
This was kind of a random post, but scrolling through Instagram and Tumblr, reading people’s comments and just generally looking at posts, I thought it wouldn’t hurt to post something that people seems to complain about rather than take advantage of. So stop being silly. Take off your bra, sit on the sofa with your hair done or your rollers in, with your heels on and have a print whilst you watch Eastenders tonight. AND.. if anyone asks you “what the hell are you doing”, make sure you reply with something sassy and slightly cheeky (or just tell them to f**k off).
Periods. The word in general makes me hate anything and everything. Not only because when I’m having my period is my vagina basically killing me, but also just because it’s telling me I’m not pregnant. I mean HURRAH! Isn’t it great to know, but even then the day I stop having periods completely (and not even out of choice) I’m either going to be baring a child (oh joy.. another thing that’s going to ruin my body) or I’m half way through my life and don’t even have a choice in the matter.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not being ungrateful about the fact I could potentially bare a child one day (maybe, I’m actually still undecided on that), but I don’t see the need in me having to take ibuprofen what seems like every hour because my body is slowly crippling with the pain. I mean, I’ve worn shoes that hurt less.
Either way, I deal with this by doing two small things. Using all kinds of profanity and being the queen of procrastination. Oh and naps.
Which brings me to my second point. Profanity. I swear by it (pun not intended). I mean, what’s better than using disgusting language to get over pain, anger, being annoyed, etc etc. Literally nothing, obviously, other than chocolate and sex (sorry mum!). Also, who said saying the ‘F word’ was unladylike? Huh? Even my gran uses the occasional bad word and she’s one of the best women I know. So stick it!
Being the queen of procrastination isn’t easy either. I mean you have to look like you really are doing what you should be, even if you aren’t. So I’ve decided I’m not going to share the in’s and out’s with you. Just incase I have to use it in your presence (not that I would.. obvs).
As of today, I’m going to carry on with my day as much as I can until I have decided to give up on being a girl and want to become a boy. (I feel a sex change would hurt less). Bye for now. If I don’t post tomorrow, I’m most likely hibernating for 3-7 days.