Just like any eighteen year old girl, there are things about myself that I’m not 100% happy with. A few years ago I would have done anything in my power to draw attention away from these areas, but I think as you get older you become more comfortable in your own skin and realise that if other people aren’t happy about or judge these aspects of yourself that you are already self conscious about then that is their own problem. I strongly believe that when you find the right friends group and that special person that you are supposed to be with you won’t need to hide these things about yourself away. Nobody’s perfect!
There have been many times in my life where I have had that feeling of needing to burst into tears at the worst times because you can feel that lump in your throat due to hurtful comments from somebody else. An example of this being when I was standing in a group of boys a few years back and one of them decided to point out the hair on my arms. I can still remember the feeling of humiliation and the desire for the ground to swallow me up. I have always been self conscious about my arms, but now it doesn’t bother me as much because I have realised it isn’t exactly a major problem in the world! The only person who really cared about them was me, and what girl doesn’t have hair on her body? My surname is Fox, what else did I expect!
My tummy is also an area that I wasted years of my life worrying about, of course I would still like to improve it if I put the work in, but you are the only person who really sees these “flaws” in yourself. People aren’t going to see my tummy and the ones who do are the ones who deserve to be in that situation because they won’t care whether you have a so called “perfect” body or not!
It is not only my looks that I am talking about, my lisp is also a part of myself that I am aware of because of how many people point it out, but I have learned to laugh at myself as I have gotten older! I can remember having a conversation with a random lady when I was little who kept asking me to say ‘sizzling sausages’. I am now aware that she was in fact not a random lady but a speech therapist, and I still cannot say sizzling sausages!
You can buy all the beauty products or wax strips in the world and of course they will help, I am not saying they won’t, they make you feel attractive and happy in yourself…but the only true way to build that confidence long term is finding the ability to laugh things off and not take things to heart. If people don’t like these parts of you, why are they a part of your life to begin with? You can conceal minor outer flaws, but you can’t conceal a bad personality!
So I don’t know about you, but I personally love homemade gifts! They are just so thoughtful (and handy if you’re on a budget like I am!). With Christmas quickly approaching I have decided to give you three examples of gifts that I have received and love! Whether it is for a boyfriend, girlfriend friend, or family member, nothing says “I’m fair sound” like a gift you made yourself (with the help of a CD, jam jar and little notebook!)
1) Songs That Remind Me Of You.
So for my sixteenth birthday in 2012 my friend Muireann made me a CD of songs that remind her of me. She then designed the cover with a…um…fab photo of us and explained the reasons for her song choices on the inside of the case. These included a complete random mixture of meaningful songs for us, such as “My Heart Will Go On” and “Learning The C Major Scale On Piano”. Just don’t ask…
2) A Jar Filled With Quotes And Memories.
This was another gift I received from a friend. This time it was from my friend Shauna near the end of the summer as she headed off to college. This was an emotional time for us both, we would no longer spend our days dreading double maths together and we would spend less Saturday nights crying in the bathroom cubicles of pubs (mainly me though I have to admit). I love choosing a random one of these to read when I’m having a bit of a bad day because I’m always guaranteed a bit of a giggle reading a random memory or it gives my mood a boost with the cute and positive quotes! Just don’t let anyone else near the jar, especially any past love interests/kisses you regret/that girl who stole your potential soulmate!
3) A Memory Notebook
This was another gift that I received for my sixteenth birthday. My sister made it for me and it is basically a little book filled with embarrassing moments from the moment I was born on the 4th of January 1996 onwards, and trust me there are a lot of those moments! She then designed the cover with a collage of random family photos. Super cute, but hidden from the world in my underwear drawer!
1) A denim jacket.
I stole my mums one which she had in like the Eighties or something. Okay, not really, she had it like 10 years ago. However, I claimed it as my own and now live in it. It just goes with everything. Thanks momma!
Slowly killing all of my organs and I could easily be set on fire because of the amount I use, but its an addiction and makes my hair look so pretty….
Oh my god I have like 7 pairs of tweezers but somehow they always manage to disappear? When I can’t find them it literally turns into a criminal investigation about my families whereabouts and possible tweezer usage in the last few days. Not only are they completely necessary for keeping my wild eyebrows from growing into a complete unibrow when I don’t have time to wax them but they are also super handy to have in my handbag when you’re in the car on your way into town and that one unfortunate chin hair decides to be like “I believe she really likes this guy and would like this date to work out, what a perfect time to make a reappearance mwahaha”. I know, I know, it’s not a feature of my face that I’m particularly proud of….
4) Emergency tan and a tanning mitt.
I’m speaking from experience here. My sister literally had 7 bottles of Cocoa Brown in her room and decided to bring ALL of them to college with her and leave me about a third of an older bottle. If that wasn’t bad enough I then realised I didn’t have a tanning mitt and had to use…A SOCK. The tan covered about one leg and shoulder, it was all uneven because of the lack of mitt and now I can’t even wear that sock again. Life is grim.
My self esteems best friend and my teenage skins worst enemy. Few spots (Just kidding, cover your whole face) on your skin before you go to sleep and wake up flawless! Just remember that you have it on before answering the door to visitors and make sure you’re pretty comfortable in your relationship before admitting that this is a part of your bedtime beauty routine. It can really kill the vibe that you’ve worked so hard on creating with your sexy pyjamas…
Fashion has been my way of expressing myself ever since I was little. My mum has told me that by the age of 3 I was choosing my own outfits, completely mismatched and my aunt felt sorry for me because she thought I didn’t have any nice clothes and wanted to bring me shopping. My mum proceeded to tell her “Fe has loads of clothes, she just chooses her own outfits and refuses to let anyone else choose them for her”. This belief has stayed with me ever since and will always be my main comfort zone because, if you don’t have the confidence to wear something that you want to wear, how will you find the confidence to face the worlds bigger issues?
I can’t describe my style, its simply impossible to put a description on something that is changing every single day. I can’t plan in advance the person I am going to be tomorrow, I will just have to wait and see. When I talk about fashion, I don’t just mean all of the expensive designer stuff, anybody can walk into a shop pick up a dress and be called fashionable. Of course it is great to look and feel pretty and the majority of these clothes are beautiful, but I don’t dress to impress others or show off famous brand names, I want to dress for myself. If I feel confident in the way that I am dressed, my day is already off to a great start!
When I was in Secondary School I was in trouble several times for dying my hair, this in my opinion is completely ridiculous! I was the most safe, unrebellious girl you could ever come across, but one day I was asked “What will you look like going downtown with your hair that colour?” Well, Katy Perry or Rihanna would be nice but I’m pretty sure just a normal teenage girl who happens to have dyed her hair. What else would I look like? My constantly changing hair represents my constantly changing life because sometimes I just feel like starting over, and what better way to do that than a vibrant new colour or completely different style. It’s upsetting to think that nowadays people are still expected to go with the crowd and feel like they can’t express themselves in the way they may wish to. Don’t be a sheep. If people question what you’re wearing, good. You’ve had an effect on them and you won’t be forgotten. Don’t let anybody try to take the confidence you have in your own personal style away from you because without that, how will you ever know who you truly are?
I’m 18 and not getting any younger, and this is how I know how…
1) You can no longer be bothered with the effort of tan or shaving your legs so you head out looking like a gorilla caught in a blizzard.
2) You’ve come to the realisation that the glory days of your boobs are over and there’s no point trying to perk them up anymore because every 15 year old girl today looks like Pamela Anderson, so your pair don’t even stand a chance at trying to attract some attention like they used to back in the good old 2012 days!
3) You realise a job actually is necessary for living after all…
4) You realise that instead of dealing with pointless drama its easier to just tell the people you don’t like that you don’t like them. Simples!
5) Your Nan was right, a coat really is the most important thing to bring on a night out after all!
6) Its hit you that the girl you hated so much and used to spend your days creeping on actually probably isn’t the spawn of the devil after all and more than likely just liked that guy as much as you did (apart from Vanessa Hudgens, the hatred will never die).
7) You also go into a severe state of mortification when you look back on your list of past love interests. In reality, owning a guitar did not make him a musician…
8) When the time has come to bin your High School Musical magazines because they just take up too much space under your bed.
9) When you are struck by the realisation that your jeans don’t have the ability to shrink by themselves and your body does actually have the ability to gain weight unlike it used to so its all downhill from here unless you cut down on kebabs.. Yep, life’s a bitch.
10) When you realise that you actually have to decide what you want to do with your life and pop star/actress/princess/member of Totally Spies isn’t really a logical option anymore because jobs aren’t easy to come by during the Recession and your father isn’t heir to any throne apart from the living room armchair when the cat finally moves!