I’m a Sagittarius. That information might seem a bit random, but I feel as if my star sign does reveal a few of my characteristics, one of them being my desire to travel, another one being my restless nature in general. At the moment, I’m struggling with both.
I have just gotten back from a trip to the Costa del Sol and I’m still very much ‘rehabing’ at the moment. It was completely different from my Barcelona trip because this was more of a beach holiday, because boy oh boy did my pasty ass need some sunshine. And the Costa del Sol delivered.
In a previous post a few months ago, I talked about my favourite bands. Now, it’s time to go over a few of my favourite male solo artists.
Last week, I had quite the scary encounter. Last week this time, I was in hospital, in the Stroke-Unit, being monitored 24/7 because there was a chance I had a brain bleed or thrombosis. (Spoiler alert: I still don’t know for sure)
It’s been ages since I sat behind my computer to write a blogpost. My laptop broke down a few months ago and I just didn’t have the chance to write anything for a while because of that. After that, life just happened, time passed and I didn’t really know what to write about. But now I find myself sat behind my computer, with Jay-Z’s 4:44 playing in the background, ready to bare it all once again.
During Springtime, there are a few things you can count on: there will be more daylight, there will be less grumpy people, there will be the blossoming of trees, followed by bouts of hay-fever and your hormones are going to go into a slight overdrive. Or is that last one just me? During Spring, I always get Spring fever; it’s a reoccurring thing. And with Spring fever comes a crush. Now, I tend to fall for guys that are a) already taken b) not interested, which means I have quite a bit of experience with non-mutual interest. And I thought to myself: why not share the lessons I’ve learned whilst recovering from my past crushes.
I’ve written about quite a few things over the years. I used to blog in Dutch, and I’ve covered quite a few topics along the way. Today’s subject is probably the most difficult thing I’ve ever written about. Today I’m going to open up about the things that I feel ashamed of.
Body confidence. It’s probably one of the hottest topics at the moment, and rightly so, because it affects so many people. Body-image, body-shaming and self-confidence all intertwine and determine our body confidence. We are constantly bombarded with images that have been edited in every way possible, and I’m not talking about magazines and billboards, I’m talking ALL images. When we see a picture on social media there has been an entire process before someone pressed ‘post’. First, there’s make-up and lighting. Then it’s finding the right angle. After that the best picture is selected, filtered and usually even airbrushed or photo shopped. I see this pictures, and I usually get hit with some heaviness inside. Because I don’t look like that and I never will. But then again, neither do the women in these pictures. There is no such thing as a perfect person. ‘Perfection’ is created by a combination of all the things I’ve listed above. Luckily there has also been a counter movement. Influential women have been posting pictures showing their stretch marks, their freckles, their acne, their bare faces, bodies and souls, and I love them for it. I have struggled with my body in the past. There are still times I don’t like what I see in the mirror. But I’m doing my best to change that, because I’m tired of judging myself by other people’s standards. And this is how.
Easter is over and done with, the Easter Bunny is long gone but the extra pounds he brought us in the shape of delicious chocolate eggs and other treats, will remain with us for weeks to come. I actually don’t feel the slightest bit guilty. Why? Because I didn’t really have a lot of chocolate over the weekend (I had a migraine on Sunday so that ‘helped’) but most importantly because I got rid of quite a few calories before the whole Easter chocolate situation happened. Last Saturday I followed a four hour Start to bachata boot camp.
Today, the 2nd of April, it’s a beautiful, sunny Sunday here in Belgium. I’m sat outside, in the sunshine, with my cup of coffee and a cats tail curling around my legs. There was a call from the nursing home a few hours ago. My grandfather, my mother’s dad, is dying*. It’s strange how news like that can fill you with sadness and relief at the same time.