Today is International Women’s Day. It’s going to be a day to celebrate the accomplishments of women and the contribution we make in the world, however we chose to do it. Whether you are a stay at home mum, a student, a STEM professor, an athlete or anything else, it’s about YOU! A number of important events are going to be happening today and you’re going to see a lot of news coverage, but you might not have heard about one particular campaign that has been kicked off by the female blogging community. It’s called #ThisisMe (was #SayNoToShiny) and I’d love it if each and every one of you could get involved. The campaign is calling on you to post a picture of your face on social media with #ThisIsMe as a stand against a culture of perfection. Let’s show what female success looks like. Let’s rail against those pressures that say we should look a certain way, be a certain weight, wear a particular type of clothes or conform to a particular image. Let’s not feel inadequate. Let’s celebrate our success. Let’s stand together to say it’s international women’s  and this is what real, successful, wonderful women look like.

If you’re a regular reader, you might have read my recent post about my joy at finally getting a pair of skinny jeans that fit. A baby and hitting forty hasn’t done my figure any favours. I don’t particularly mind. I’ve reached a quiet acceptance that things aren’t going to bounce back as quickly as they used to. I’m okay with that as long as I feel good and I’m healthy. Still it’s easy as a mum when you are exhausted and have little time for self care, to feel down about your appearance. You only have to look on Instagram of Facebook to see perfectly made up, well groomed period looking back at you. You might not always feel as good as you used to and at some point someone has compounded it.  It might have been an offhand remark that was meant to be “kind” or “encouraging”, but in fact was neither. This post is about one of those times, thanks to a “Colour Me Beautiful” type segment on a workshop branded as a women’s development course. It’s before I worked out that if I stick to a sweater dress or tunic, decent leggings or thick tights I’m generally happy and look reasonably well groomed. I originally wrote this back in 2013, when I was trying to get pregnant, and desperately trying to figure out where my future and career should head. I’m stood in Next studying a striped top very hard to decide if it’s the right shade… View Post

I can’t lie, I’m not known for my love of clothes shopping or fashion. I do my best to cobble together something vaguely resembling and outfit, and I like to look my best, but comfort and a no need to iron fabrics draw me in more than anything else. I did read Vogue once – it was a Thursday in 1996. I grew up in the 80s and did most of my nightclubbing in the 90s, pre Facebook and Instagram. It was a golden, time when you could wear three “going out” outfits on rotation, without being shamed on social media for wearing the same thing week after week. It was also golden as I was a size 10 – that’s it. I never worked out but I never put on weight. Sometimes I want to go back and hit my 20’s self in the face and tell me to appreciate my body more before it all went downhill. Oh and moisturise, I’d tell myself to moisturise. My sense of style has always been pretty limited to boots, jeans, and a snazzy top which didn’t allow my lady lumps to pop out unexpectedly. I did have a bit of raving regression in the early noughties but cyber was in and I could go out in combats and a tee-shirt and I fitted in quite well (extending the wear out of clothes from my All Saints phase in the process). Basically, when I’ve been trendy or had a look it’s been a bit of an accident.… View Post