Sometimes I hate mine and sometimes I adore them. I’ve never known what to do with them. They were always my pet-peeve of personal maintenance and make up. I’d rather cut my toe nails any day! Most days I’d ignore my eyebrows. Which, looking back now, probably was the best thing I could have done. I’ve seen so many of the thin 90’s ‘brows. That thin line of lost hairs trailing over an eye – scary. I remember as a kid we once had a babysitter who had drawn on pencil-thin eyebrows. Oh the nightmares. In truth the poor woman probably had alopecia, but we were shit scared of her, and her angry eyebrows.
For as long as I can remember I’ve been a person who jumps in. Puts my hand up, even when it may not be wanted. Or simply reaches out to help. I don’t know where this has come from – whether I’m overly confident or due to my upbringing of my Mum always telling me I can do anything.
Do you ever wish you could just pack a bag, a few of your loved ones (not all, we want this to be tranquil) and jump aboard a plane or ship to a small island somewhere in the Caribbean or Mediterranean? Somewhere you could set up a new village, eating only local produce and fish from the sea. Cut off from technology, politics, underground hot-boxes that transport you from A to B (I mean you, London Underground tube), people who piss you off, people who inflate anxiety and stress. SO MUCH. So much one could escape from.
Today is IDAHOT day; International Day against Homophobia, Transphobia & Biphobia. A day that my workplace is 2000% behind. I am happy to work for such a large Bank in an industry that is very old-school in so many ways, but yet is completely inclusive and forward thinking. To mark IDAHOT day, the Bank are globally dressing in purple, having a bake sale of charity, hosting parent and family events, movie sessions, handing out purple candy floss, putting up posters for awareness, having external speakers share their stories and placing photo booths about the globe.
After a fantastic start to the year with my gym month of February, I very quickly slid down the slide of doom back into old habits. I used the excuse of moving house and subsequently cancelling my gym membership for just over six weeks.
Following the six week period of eating and drinking (all the alcohol – even tequila shots were not off limits) everything in sight, and admitting to my recent purchase of a maternity top, I decided it was time to get back on track. Plus, every time I log into ASOS now they show me maternity clothing and it’s goddamn depressing.