The Last Word

While youth sometimes makes you feel as if you have all the time in the world, growing older forces you to contemplate certain aspects of your life.

I never thought my interests would shift so drastically, but at my current stage in life the only things I want to spend huge sums of my money on are my home and my diet.

I have a love-hate relationship with living in a hyperconnected world.

Summer is my season. To be honest it’s the only season I truly feel happy in.

Two weeks ago, I showed up for gym and my card wouldn’t swipe me in.

I have been on Instagram since 2013. I remember wanting to get it when I started blogging online.

As a 29-year-old woman, I still find it difficult to speak about doing what is best for my body and myself.

I really like Rihanna. I think her creative passion is pure and she has neatly and cautiously carved out a special place for herself in everyone’s heart.

Everything in life seems impossible until it gets done and unreachable until you can actually touch it.

The first Monday of May every year is possibly the most anticipated day for fashion enthusiasts.

I don’t like the phrase ‘beach body’. It’s a common term that is often thrown around when the summer/August holidays approach.

It is difficult to feel good about yourself when everything you like goes against what seems to be right.

Despite the fact that I am very much for re-wearing items that I own, I must admit that at times it can prove quite difficult to do so.

I can’t believe April is already here. In this particular quarter you may have already started to receive wedding invitations for August/summer weddings, worry about the expense they will put you in (because even as a guest weddings are expensive), have a good solid fight with your partner to determine who should be there and who shouldn’t etc.

I started working out about a year ago. Up until last November, I primarily worked from home and I found that because I was so stationary, being isolated also started to feel normal because I was still managing to be productive.

Sometimes it feels as if the marketing departments of stores that I speak of and like, listen in on my telephone calls.

It has been said that style is influenced by several factors.

Somehow ageing has made me become more aware of what is going into my body.

Why don’t people speak the truth about others when they die?

If anyone looked at my saved basket on ASOS (the virtual equivalent to walking around with loads of items in your hand in an actual store) they wouldn’t have the slightest clue as to what is going on in my life.