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.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything on here, but I’ve had a pretty crappy month to be honest and my mind just wasn’t in the writing zone. I really wanted to post something light-hearted and funny, but honesty is kind of my motto, so this is just me telling you what’s been going on. I’m still not back in the zone, but paper has always proven to be the best therapy for me so let’s just write it all out.
Today is a very special day ladies. Today is all about us girls. Now, a lot of people wonder why there is an international day dedicated to women, most of whom are men. Well, let me tell you why.
To me, music is life. It’s the only reason I would rather go blind than deaf. Of course I’d prefer neither, but if it’s a life or death situation, music might be the thing to tip the scale. I don’t really have a particular genre that I prefer, so my taste in music is quite broad. This of course, means that I like quite a few artists, solo or bands, which is why I’m going to divide them into these two categories. The solo artists will be headed your way next week. So, let me introduce you to a few of my favourite bands (although I’m pretty sure you’ve already heard of them)
I have quite a special relationship with my own brain. You see, I am fully aware of the fact that I can’t always trust it. It’s not always kind to me, and sometimes it just straight up lies to me. A lot of people aren’t aware of the fact that their brain is, in fact, an ass. I am aware of this and I’m not afraid to examine my own thinking process and the emotions that come with it. Human psychology is just so darn fascinating. After quite a few years of examining my brain-workings, I have come to a few insights about me as a person. I am confronted with insecurities on a regular basis, combined with an occasional fear of failure. Let’s dive into those insecurities first, shall we?
Today is Valentine’s day. Some of you may think it’s too commercial, some of you might be leaving for a super romantic getaway with your partners. Some of you will be in a (happy) relationship while others, myself included, are single and plan on spending the evening with like-minded people. Whatever you choose to do: I hope you have fun doing it. Personally, I’ve been single for about a year and a half now and I don’t think that’s going to change any time soon. Meeting decent men isn’t as easy as I was lead to believe when I was younger but let’s not get into that right now. Don’t get me wrong though, I do want a relationship, it just has to be the right one. Allow me to divulge.