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  I recently stumbled upon a tweet that said “being insecure is a waste of youth, nobody is above you”; which in more ways than one has led me to evaluate just how far I’ve come in terms of self-love and self-appreciation. As aforementioned in previous blog posts, I have had a hard time coming to love the skin that I am in and acknowledging parts of myself that I have previously not thought of in a positive light. I do find that sometimes you can’t win; I mean that in terms of being confident versus not being so confident. I personally think people want to be mean about something/someone before they can say something nice and even then, more time it’s backhanded. We all have insecurities, but it’s just some are better at hiding them than others. Shoutout to my mum and sister for always backing a brother even when my self-esteem was in the gutter. Learning to love myself has been quite the journey if I do say so myself, but I have learnt and, in some ways, come to terms with the fact

The topic of mental health is also something which I have expressed thoughts towards before but the damage words can do is not something we discuss until someone does the unthinkable, but even then it's mental health advocacy for a couple days then it's back to being a prick. We always tell each other to be kind to one another, and that we never know what someone else is going through but the fact of the matter is that we shouldn’t have to know what someone else is going through in order to establish whether or not that person deserves to be treated properly. I don’t think people really conceptualise how even the smallest of comments can live with someone for the rest of their days. That sounds bare dramatic but it’s true. Sometimes I don’t think it’s not what someone says, I think it’s the delivery which can be more impactful than the message at hand. It can often turn into essentially living for someone else. Someone says something to you or does something to you and you th

  Happy first day of lockdown 2.0. This is just a reminder to not let red back pack twitter convince you that you need to have saved 5k by the time this lockdown is over; or have anyone tell you a full face and not going anywhere isn't allowed; or that you need to be doing the most. Shit is about to get so tight for some of us if it isn’t already and I just wanna let you know that you set your own pace and you don’t owe strangers on the internet a thing in the world. I also want to express my forever escalating concern for mental health and the ways in which this second lockdown might contribute to deterioration. You are never alone in the way that you feel, and you are also entitled to feel the way that you do. I know sometimes issues and feelings seem so insignificant because “other people have it worse” but it’s not a competition. A problem is still a problem and your feelings are still your feelings, nobody can ever take that away from you. If you are struggling please co