Being A Bold Bad-Ass

You know what I’ve stopped doing recently without even realising? I don’t take any notice of what people in the street do. I used to obsessively look around to see what people were talking about, to see if they were looking at me. If I heard laughter I’d automatically assume they were laughing at me, my hair, my makeup, my clothes.

I appear to have mastered the art of not giving a fuck! It has taken me twenty-three years, later than others, sooner than some, but I’m there.

The progression is real looking back on my first blog photos in comparison to now, a year later. I’d not venture far from home, I hated busy areas where onlookers would stare. But now I smile and wave at them, if they want to giggle at me, that’s fine! If they are just wondering what I’m doing, lovely!

I mean, I’ve got my belly button peeking out and I’m wearing red, leopard print boots… A year ago I wouldn’t even dream about being that confident! Blogging and the community have taught me to be me, unashamedly.

All I want in life is to be happy, and for those around me to be happy also. If there’s anything at all that I could do to help you in your seeking for happiness – please let me know! Even if it’s just telling you a joke, sending you a raccoon GIF or giving you a little pep talk. Make yourself known!

Fortune favours the bold.



  • Such a positive post, I love it. I love taking blog pictures but I HATE people looking at me! I’m a very anxious person and I constantly worry what people think about me, my hair, my clothes, my voice… I really hope one day I can master “the art of not giving a fuck” like you πŸ˜‚ xx
    Rachel |

  • You are just my fave person on the planet tbh! Go on girrrlll πŸ™ŒπŸΌ Keep posi πŸ’–

    • I love ya so much girly πŸ’• positive is the goal for at least 5 minutes a day πŸ’ƒπŸΌ

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