Size Matters?

Size matters. Clothing size that is.

The little number on the back of your dress, blouse and trousers, has the power to rule your life and crumple your self-confidence into nothing. And you’re supposed to care about that number, that no one else sees. Or rather, that’s what the fashion industry want, or that’s what you think they want.

In reality no one really cares what size you are, whether you’re big or small, except you. The only person that really cares is you. No one else.

I can understand that some would become a little upset when they try a dress on in their usual size and it doesn’t fit, but just because you have to go up a size or two, doesn’t mean you are that size. We all know that sizes differ in every clothing store and some even have their own sizing systems.

Apparently one woman, didn’t get that same memo and when she could only fit her size 12 body into a size 20 dress from H&M, she was outraged. Now, I’ll admit that 12 to 20 is a big leap and is a little unusual. But, knowing that H&M is a European country and knowing European sizes are very different to the UK, you should expect some variation in “sizes”. In response to this unusual sizing, I would expect a wee rant on Facebook saying “Can you believe this? Madness! Oh well, still look good!” But the young woman in question went to a level that I like to call Ultimate Snowflake Mode!

I’ll link to the article below, but while bashing H&M for their horrendous labelling, she went on to say:

“I can only imagine the psychological impact a size 20 could have on a young impressionable girl”

Yes, young girls struggle with body image more than adults, they are under a lot of pressure and can be easily upset. But I don’t think any girl with an ounce of common sense would allow a wrong label to cause psychological damage.

A label is just that. A label. It is not a certificate. It is a piece of fabric with a number printed on it. And it doesn’t mean anything if you value yourself instead of your image.

To end her rant, she says:

“Do not blame manufacturers for your issues. It is YOUR company who label these items and it is YOUR company who clearly has issues with everyday women wearing your clothes. It is disgusting behaviour on your part. You should be ashamed of yourselves.”

Personally, I’ve never had a problem with H&M sizing and a part of me wonders if the experience this woman went through is a rarity. Unless she tried on every size 12 item in the store, I cannot believe that this is a problem with their clothing. Dress styles vary a lot in size and it could be possible that that specific line of clothing was mislabelled meaning it was an accident.

Making a fuss about sizes like this woman, strengthens the misconception that size matters. Instead of ranting and raving, maybe she should have just given others a heads up about that pesky dress and moved on.

What I’m trying to say is, if you know that you are a size 12, or whatever, and in one shop, you can only fit into a size 20 (or whatever), it clearly means that that size 20 is not a size 20 and you should definitely not worry about that number. Because it simply doesn’t matter.

Whatever your actual size, you are beautiful and you should be proud of yourself for being such a badass and not allowing numbers to rule your life.

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Just Call Me Dory

Health issues are a problem we all face at some point in our lives, and we develop conditions and recover over time. We get help where we can, but ultimately, we change our habits to please our new lifestyles.

Those of us with any ounce of common sense knows that anything can strike anyone at any age. Ten year olds can have heart attacks, arthritis can strike at fourteen, or if you’re like me, you can have a terrible memory before you turn twenty-five.

My short-term memory has become increasingly more worrying over the last year and some days are worse than others.

But what really grinds my gears, is the reaction I get from people when they ask how I am and I tell them that it’s a bad memory day. And then, instead of saying “That’s okay”, they scoff and give me a look as if to say, “Memory problems, yeah right!”

This happened to me very recently by someone I have known for a few years. They even turned their back on me when I continued speaking. That really pissed me off.

Now, seeing as a lot of people are yet to see me at my worst, allow me to give you a little insight, in the hopes it helps you to understand what I mean by “Memory problems”.

On a bad day, I cannot hold a conversation. Why? Because I forget sentences while I’m saying them. I forget what I’ve said as soon as I’ve said it and my train of thought is none existent. Whoever I’m speaking to needs to fill in the blanks for me, or the conversation just dies. And I forget what the conversation was about. I need to write down what people say to me, or I’ll forget what they’ve told me almost as soon as they’ve finished.

I don’t just forget if I’ve fed myself, but I also question if I fed the dog! I have to set strict alarms for any medication I am on, or I’ll forget to take it…and then I’ll forget that I have taken it.

I could go on, but I think you get the idea. And so, when I say, “My memory is bad today,” I really do mean it. There’s no, “Yeah right” about it. And so, I kindly ask, that if I ever do say this to you, that you don’t respond like you’ve got a giant stick up your arse. Because I already feel bad enough, without you making it worse.

I’m not ‘having a go’ at any of you reading, this is a dig/rant at a particular person, but unfortunately, they’ll never see it. And I am sick of people reacting this way, which is why I have written this.

I suppose the moral of the story is don’t judge what you don’t know.

Rant over. Regular programming will now resume. Thank you for reading and understanding, I appreciate it.


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Another Update

It’s been a while since I last posted an update about what’s going on with me. So here it is! A very rough update! (Insert fanfare and balloons.)

The last few months have been a bit of a roller coaster, but I won’t bore you with all the details. My writing was put on hold due to a very random spanner jamming itself in the works. I woke up one morning at the beginning of September with a pain in my chest. An ambulance ride, a few hours in A&E and one ultrasound later, we discover that my gallbladder betrayed me and created stones.

The pain is pretty much constant all the way through until October 14th when I have it out via key hole surgery. I didn’t get out of hospital until the 17th. Sad times considering my birthday was on the 16th. But never mind, well-being comes first.

I should add that while my gallbladder was causing me pain, I had to go up on stage for three nights in September and perform in a play. Thankfully my part wasn’t huge, but it was important and there was no way I was going to ask someone to take over. So, I took a deep breath, went on, did my bits and stumbled off. The pain was heavy at the time, but I don’t think any audience members were aware of it. Apart from my family of course.

Fast forward again to today, my surgical glue has finally come off, three weeks after surgery and I’m able to move around again with some ease. Although I still need to take it easy, I’m hoping to back to normal before too long. Which is important because I’m Snow White in the upcoming Panto and I’d like to get back to my normal routine, obviously.

The last three weeks have been hard, and at some moments I didn’t think it would ever get better, but it has. And I am clear headed and back to writing every day, something I have not been able to do for months.

I’ve decided to stop mollycoddling Littlewolf, a novel I have been taking great care with over the last few years. I realised I’ll never get it finished if I keep treading lightly with it, so I aim to finish the first draft by the end of the month. A tall order, but I know I can do it. I’ve planned every writing day, including what days I’ll be writing blogs, so you’ll be seeing a lot more posts from me very soon.

Hopefully I won’t have to do a long update again for a while, unless something unbelievable happens of course. But you’ll be seeing regular posts from me, some about me and what I’m doing and others updating you and introducing you to Littlewolf.

I’m back! (again) And I plan to stay for a while.

My Close Call: Idiotic Drivers

Driving is an essential part of life for most people, this is obvious by the amount of traffic on our roads. Controlling a vehicle is easy once you’ve learned how to, but somehow the odd few slip through the net; we call these idiots and I beg the question, “How can you be so dumb?”

I asked the question yesterday when I was driving home from an appointment with my chiropractor. The short 15 minute journey began well, but after just 5 minutes (if that) a blonde woman pulled out in front of me, from a junction which has excellent visibility. I slammed my hand onto my horn and broke hard. With her stupid blue eyes staring at me in her rear view mirror, she then waved her arm in the air as if to say “What did I do?”

…What did you do?! Are you actually crapping on my leg right now, you could have killed us. It seems obvious to me that some people are just in too much of a hurry to die. I mean, there is no where on Earth that is so important that you have to risk not only your life, but others as well.

Pulling a stunt like that will gain you a couple of seconds, is it really worth it? Is the high blood pressure honestly worth it? The worst part about this particular incident, is that no one was behind me and no one was coming the other way, so all she had to do was wait a maximum of 10 seconds for me to pass the junction. But God forbid you wait, I understand, you’re late for an appointment, please do kill me so that you can get there on time.

The amount of times someone has pulled out in front of me and then reacted as if I was in the wrong, is countless (especially on roundabouts, do not get me started on those). What is wrong with people, I really want to know because this idiotic behaviour is on the incline and driving seems to be getting more and more dangerous every day. I used to love driving, now I only do it because I have to and good God am I glad when I step out onto solid ground at the end of every journey.

If you are one that pulls out in front of people on a regular basis, STOP. Seriously, you could kill someone and yourself. The extra 3 seconds you gain is NOT worth it. Stop being an idiot because if you don’t get killed, you will pull out in front of the wrong person one day and end up with either a police man on your ass, or a very angry civilian who won’t accept what you’ve done.

Think. Stay alive long enough to reach your destination.

The Idea Of Beauty

What makes someone beautiful?

Is it the way they look, the way they carry themselves? Or is it confidence?

The media would have us believe that beauty is one body shape, fake breasts and faces so perfect, you’d think they were carved from the smoothest stone. But is that beauty? It’s certainly not natural beauty.

Natural beauty is any size, any shape. I’m sure, as you’re reading this right now, there is something you dislike about yourself. There are a lot of things I dislike about myself and because of my past torment with bullies and what media portray as “Beautiful”, I am self conscious and I believe that I have to wear makeup to feel even the tiniest bit pretty. I’m sure we’ve all been there. Continue reading