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.

Peeing in winter

PersonalPosted by Fashiondisaster Thu, December 29, 2016 14:37:35
I know, I know,
Very weird title,
A bit disgusting,
To see it on top,
But hear me out,

I don't know about you,
But I hate the cold,
Every winter,
It's the same thing,
I get up in the morning,
And it's as if my body,
Turns stone cold.

My feet seem to freeze,
The moment they touch the ground,
And even my beloved peignoir,
Can't keep all the cold out.

In short,
I hate it.

I love the coziness,
The candles everywhere,
The blankets,
And sometimes even snow,
I have a heart,
I get it.

But if you're a cold one,
Like me,
You know the drill of getting through the day.

Lots and lots of layers.

When it's really cold,
Around zero degrees,
I start with panties,
Under my actual pants.

But before I put on any of that,
I protect my upper body with,
A top,
A shirt,
A long sleeved shirt,
And I stuff every layer,
In a different under layer.

The top goes in the panties,
The shirt goes in the pants,
The long sleeves go over the pants,
And on top of that I'll add a sweater.

Are you getting where I'm going with this,
Title wise?

After I get dressed,
I'll put on my coat,
And leave for work.

Once I get there,
The traveling on foot has done it's job,
And yes,
I need to use the toilet...


Sometimes I'll postpone it,
Hold it up a bit longer,
Not just because of all the layers,
I have to get trough,
Before I can even touch the toilet seat,
But also because the heating at work is broken.

You guessed it,
Stonecold toilet,
In the back,
And I'm not talking about the seat alone.

But nature's calls can't be ignored,
And eventually I always end up,
Sitting in that cold small room,
Wishing summer would hurry up.

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