Maybe pretty isn’t the right word.What about: when do you feel most beautiful? Most empowered? Sexiest?
It’s a question I asked myself after watching the rom-com “I feel pretty”. It’s a very predictable plot line and I’m not going to bore you with the details, if you want, you can watch it for yourself on Netflix.But the essential message is, you’re already beautiful, strong and sexy.You just have to have the confidence to see that beauty for yourself.But it got me thinking, so when is it I feel most beautiful?
Two words. Wild Camping. An activity which fills my cup up, reminds me of my appreciation for quietness (a surprise to all) and that the best sleep is always had under canvas. It’s been a while since I took my little green tent up a hill for an nighttime adventure. But due to good weather, a very special visitor and my mum having the day after off work we took the opportunity for a little getaway with gusto.
At the grand old age of 22 I have finally come to terms with the fact I am not actually fat. I have believed that I am fat, and for a brief while obese, for as long as I can remember. It probably has something to do with the fact that I come from an exercise obsessed family who are borderline addicted. Actually, are addicted to whatever their chosen sport is.
I often get asked questions about living in Australia, so I thought I’d compile a handy list of the most frequently asked questions. I’m afraid I don’t have much insight on living anywhere other than Sydney!
Well it’s been a hectic two weeks and I don’t know quite where to start but I guess the beginning is as good a place as any. So slightly over two weeks ago my younger brother and I set off to Chamonix. Chamonix, the mountain mecca of Europe, the town below Mont Blanc, with views you’d never get bored of and a pollution problem bigger than the town. But for me Chamonix houses something slightly more important, Georgina! She’s there for the summer and invited me to visit with pals. And as i’ve learnt it’s best never to pass up these invites! So Tom, Rosie and I headed to Chamonix for the week.
This weekend my mother is racing in the European Middle Distance Triathalon Championships. Try saying that 10 times fast! And I couldn’t be more impressed. For the first time in her life she has listened to a coach and actually done what they say, with only a couple of minor blips. It seems to have paid off, she’s got to 3 days before race day uninjured and without being completely exhausted. Some people would might even suggest she’s peaking in fitness just at the right time… MADNESS I KNOW!