Establishing yourself as a trusted blogger is something that takes a lot of time and effort. Successfully putting your personality out to the world through words can be challenging, however when you feel the fear and do it anyway you’ll be surprised how easy it is to be YOU online.
I hope my little corner of the internet will be somewhere you go for you, and you’ll know the kind of content you’re going to find when you get there. Like when I say what we’re all thinking so you know you’re not weird for thinking it. Sharing my (usually catastrophic) cock ups as it might be one less for you to make and speaking truthfully with a bloody good sense of humour. I’m going to tell you I couldn’t get into those jeans either and I didn’t shower this morning because bed is better than personal hygiene. Being there for women (and men) who are going through the same things but also someone you feel like you can message about lube, you know?
Earlier in the week I posted a photo on my Instagram of me in jeans and a bra. “A lot more clothes than a bikini’ I told myself twenty seven times and I’d zoomed in thirty times to check you couldn’t see the old nip. At that moment everything inside me was telling me not to post it because my mums second cousin might see or maybe the popular girls from school will all meet up, point and laugh. An unlikely story I know but one that can freeze the finger required to hit publish.
Putting the phone down and walking off I couldn’t help but think of all the women I follow that inspire me, that post pictures I only dream of posting because for some reason I’ve told myself I’m not allowed. I started thinking well what if I’m always that bit too scared to put the content out there that I really want to. Maybe I won’t reach the people I hope to and I’ll be working for someone else forever. I’ll feel unfulfilled and eat own brand digestives to fill the hole, will buy some cats and talk to them about ‘what ifs’ and probably eventually get eaten by Alsatians (it nearly happened to Bridget okay?).
The fear of ‘what if’ was so much stronger than my mums second cousins eye roll and I posted the picture. Yes I crapped myself for the first thirty minutes and didn’t check my phone for a while but when I did? A sigh of relief that the world hadn’t ended and someone hadn’t reported my boobs.
Deciding I want to do this as a career has required a change in attitude and also for me to grow a pair. He who dares wins right? It seems that through history it’s the brave women who did things anyway despite that internal voice that achieved change and lived how they wanted so I’m hoping to join that club.
Why don’t you give yourself permission to be completely, unapologetically yourself. Once you do so, you’ll attract your people and live happily ever after. I hope you enjoy what I create for you, expect to see a lot more of me (if I ever manage to get a good selfie) and I hope to see a lot more of you.
Lots of love,