The Scent of a Woman…

Shopping for a new signature scent…. Continue reading

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November, Nail Polish and Valentine Cards….

! So October kicked off in Lindos and was supposed to go out with a bang in London but plans change like the wind when you’re as spontaneous as me. It’s all good though. I have plans to see out … Continue reading

Be positive, be happy, be thankful

“Be, think, do: positive” is one of my mantras in life. I even keep it as a tag line above my desk to spread the merry message to the students and staff who visit me in the office everyday. “Be … Continue reading

Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me

…. I remember my dad telling me this when I was a little girl and I was being bullied at school.

I was an easy target for bullies, for a start there was my surname-Willey- …kids can be so cruel, “do you have one?” Yeah cos I never heard that one before.

Then there was the fact that I was overweight, baby fat they called it at first, however I wasn’t a fat baby…I was perfectly normal until puberty hit at the premature age of 6…

I’m not going to go on a self-pitying rant of other various factors that attributed to the taunts and jibes. Needless to say my school years were miserable. It took until 6th Form before the bullies stopped but I came to realise that it wasn’t those things that caused the other girls to bitch behind my back…it was jealousy.

I’ve learnt over the years that bullies generally hit out to cover up their own insecurities. On the flip side of the weight problems and hair problems yada yada I had a freaking fantastic childhood. My parents took me places, spent lots of time nurturing me and my brother, we had great holidays, a good education both in and out of school, we were happy kids. I realise now, looking back that perhaps some of those kids didn’t have those things and therefore it was easy to pull me to pieces.

But now, at the age of 29, I never thought in my wildest dreams I would be at the receiving end of some of here most cruelly intended words…luckily for me I can see straight through them. Gross, revolting, big, disgusting….they are just words…from someone who is hurting very badly and venting off at me is a release for her.

I know what I am and what I am not, sure I’m not a model size 10 body, but I am not gross, revolting or disgusting…big, ok sure I’ll give her that…but beautiful with it and unashamedly, unapologetically strong…. 12 years on the receiving end does that to you.

These words are meant to hurt me, make me feel bad. All they make me feel is pity for the one sending them. Pity because her life is so sad that entertainment is spouting this abuse…time she could be spending with her kids, or with friends. Pity.

I’ll continue to ignore it but just wanted to share my side of the coin…I’m not sat at home crying into my pillow. I’m stronger than that…cos my dad taught me that sticks and stones may break my bones, but insults will never define me.

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My love affair…

Yes, I admit I am having a love affair, with notebooks. I’ve only tidied my bookcase so far and found no less than 11 notebooks. Most of them empty. Not just any notebook you understand. Some of them are fabric … Continue reading