23 YEAR OLD VIRGIN

Yep. You read that title right. I am legitimately talking about this on my blog, a public forum, discussing something that really isn't anyone's business. But this is the post I was looking for for years so I'm going to write it for the people like me.

2018

As I mentioned in my last post on my 2019 goals (click here to read that), every year I like to post a little round up of my year. I particularly want to do one for 2018 because in many aspects, it's been the best year I've ever had. That's not even exaggeration, I have never been happier and I want to remember how I felt this year for the rest of my life. Let's go back in time and see what happened, eh?

2019 GOALS

Here she comes again, blogging about New Years' Resolutions. I can't help it. This is like, the fifth?? time I've posted about my resolutions/goals for the New Year and I don't plan on stopping this train ever. I find it so helpful, even if I don't accomplish them all. I wouldn't say I'm goal driven, but I like to plan and have aspirations and guidelines. I don't like things to be up in the air or unsettled, I like end dates and countdowns and solid plans and concrete ideas of what's going on. I know NY resolutions aren't for everyone and that's okay.

IMPOSTOR SYNDROME

I accidentally came off my medication this week. I had maybe 10 days where I didn't take any tablets and I felt totally fine. Maybe this time I'd finally cracked it, I'd become one of those people with a happy life who didn't require medication to feel normal. And then two days ago the sads set in and the fog settled in and I remembered why I need them. Yet, I continued off them, thinking I could power through and be fine and never have to take them ever again. As you can probably tell by the tone of these few sentences, that's not the case. And that's why I took my first 20mg citalopram tablet in 10 days about 10 minutes ago.

LIFE AS A PLUS SIZE GAL

Now, this probably is not the first blog post you've read on the subject of being plus size. I hope not anyway. Body positivity has become a widespread phenomenon and rightly so. For too long, women have been told to hate themselves for the way their body looks so taking back that power is bloody brilliant and I love how my timelines are full of beautiful confident women being unashamed what they look like. Your fave geordie chica is no skinny minnie. I never have been and so genuinely don't know what it's like to navigate the world in a body that isn't bigger than others'. I've wanted to write about this for a while but it's hard building up the courage to do so. Putting up a picture is one thing, letting people in on your soul is another. This is not a post I've bashed out in one evening, it's been sat in my drafts and been written over a larger period of time and mulled over since before I even started packing to move to Lanzarote. Be nice, I guess?