Why a blog?

I give up, easily.
Anything. Everything.
Because of a lack of confidence.

People won't like me, laugh at me, think I'm stupid.
That is why my entire life I hid away, in dark clothes.
Black, dark blue or grey.
Anything to make me invisible.

I never used make-up in high school because I didn't know how.
My hair was always the same because I had no idea what to do with it (ponytail, tightly pulled back, in case you're curious).

When I was 18 I got married and I wanted a change.
I wanted the real me to come out.
But I still had no clue how.

At 26 I started this blog.
So that I wouldn't give up, wouldn't forget where I was going.

This is my journey, feel free to walk it with me, every step of the way.
All my failures, all my mistakes.
But also my winnings, my happy moments and my bliss.
I'll be honored to have you with me.


PersonalityPosted by Fashiondisaster Sat, November 23, 2013 11:52:47
I love the weekend.
Not only because it ends a workweek and gives us a break from complaining customers (or other annoying people we have to deal with) but most of all because, in the weekend, I don't have to care about what others think of me.

I can pull something out of my closet, without worrying if it works (mostly it does, better then when I do think about it).
I'm typing this in a comfortable pants, a long sleeved shirt and a sweater rapped around my waist. All in grey. It makes me look taller and my boobs look bigger in the right grey (I dicovered just now).
There are dogs on my sweater and I had classed it as too childish and wore it mostly as a pyjama.

I'm not wearing make-up.
I did wash my hair (was meaning to do this last night but found someone else in the tub).

It's only noon and I have a full day in front of me.
And I have to do... absolutly nothing.

I can clean, wash and vacuum but only if I want to.
I can write, draw, change the house or do something else creative.
The point is that the weekend is my freedom.
If I want to I can watch tv all day, hanging on the couch, eating all what's bad for me.

Or I can go for a walk with the dogs.
And tomorrow I have another day like this in front of me.
Even better, the kids are going to my grandmother, so, in a way, even more freedom :)

But still, there are limits.
There is, still, the money issue.
So anything "money related" is out of the question.

But the biggest limit of all is my own mind.
It keeps thinking about monday.
Today it's ok, but tomorrow...
Monday is really close on a sunday.

Am I the only one having this issue?

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