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How Tattoos Increased My Confidence

Grab a cuppa, get comfy, because this is something I’ve wanted to share for a little while. Whilst the topic is primarily about tattoos, it’s not aimed at just those with tattoos.

Getting asked about my tattoos is a regular occurrence, both when live streaming and in real life. They’ve always been a great ice breaker when meeting and talking to new people, plus on the whole, generally people are very complimentary.

Of course, on the flip side there’s always a few negative comments / judgemental toned questions too.

“Why did you ruin your skin like that?”

“What do your parents think?”

“Tattoos aren’t very feminine, they definitely look better on males”

“Do they actually mean anything?”

“I’m sure you were so pretty before you did that”

Don’t even get me started on those people who think they’re entitled to just grab or touch your arm / leg (insert body part here) etc, in order to admire / judge your artwork. *Serious eye roll / face palm.*

The reasons people get tattoos are as varied as tattoos themselves. Some have a deep meaning or sentimental reasons for getting some ink done, others simply think a certain design is aesthetically pleasing. In this post I thought I’d share a long story short version of the meaning behind my own artwork.

I don’t really remember developing a love for ink. It just kinda happened. Whilst I’d had the odd piercing growing up, the moment I got my first tattoo I knew it wouldn’t be my last.

Growing up I struggled majorly with my mental health. I spent the majority of my teen years in and out of hospital desperately trying to gain some control over my eating disorder and self harming behaviour. Eventually at the age of 17 I was detained under the mental health act and forced to undertake intense treatment. It was only as I was deep in to recovery that I truly began to comprehend the damage I was doing / had done to myself. I’d essentially cut myself to shreds. The scars a constant reminder of the past.

I think I got the idea watching an episode of Miami Ink, or something similar. A young woman who’d also struggled with self harm was having a sleeve tattooed in order to cover up the scars. Through getting inked she was turning a really painful part of her life into something beautiful… I knew that was what I wanted too.

So at 18 I got my first tattoo and the rest as they say is history. Whilst I don’t have a sleeve, I’ve got a fair few individual pieces that take up some space. If you’re up close you can still see the scars underneath but very few people get that up close and personal.

Each individual piece has some sort of meaning. Whether it’s in memory of a friend or family member, a favourite quote or just something that means something to me.

I personally feel like my ink has increased my confidence. They’re a part of me and at this point I couldn’t imagine not having them.

So when people say I’ve ruined my skin or how I must have been so pretty before I got them done. The temptation to slap them is real because I know damn well my skin was ruined beforehand.

I don’t feel the need to explain my tattoo story to everyone who grabs my arm and starts to ask questions or make comments. It’s totally ok to not even have a story and just have ink because you think it looks nice. No judgement here.

Oh and how about we all just stop randomly grabbing each other’s arms / legs. It’s not ok. You wouldn’t do it to someone without tattoos, so don’t do it to those of us inked up awesome people. Just ask nicely if you’d like to have a closer look at their artwork. Generally being polite / basic manners go a long way. Please. Thankyou.

Whether you have tattoos or not I hope you’ve enjoyed this post.

It’d mean a lot if you followed the blog and maybe checked out my social media.



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Love Charlotte


Life isn’t about finding yourself . Life is about creating yourself.

Pills, Apps & Adidas – February Faves

There’s been a few things I’ve been loving in the month of February. Let’s just jump straight in.

Instagram Stories

Late to the game as always (plus I used to be a hardcore snapchat fan) I’ve recently fallen in love with the Instagram stories feature. In fact in case you haven’t noticed, what I tend to do is take the actual pic on Snapchat and then upload it to IG, add the stickers, location, etc.

Recently I haven’t done anything particularly Insta worthy. However the stories feature allows me to regularly update my audience with slightly more ‘real’ snapshots. The stuff I wouldn’t necessarily want permanently on my feed.

Check it all out at

Pill Mate

Having recently had an overhaul of my medication regime. I’ve been finding it rather difficult to keep track of what to take and when. Not only that but sometimes I take my tablets only to then forget wether I’ve taken them or not, and then take them again.

I recently bought a handy organiser by the brand pill mate, from Superdrug, for around Ā£13. A whole week of clearly labelled compartments, with easy to access sliding windows and a flip open cover to keep everything sealed and safe.

Money well spent.

Here’s a link to one on Amazon UK

*Not Sponsored or an Affiliate link, I just love the product

Pandora Jewellery

Hey I’m basic. I own way too much pandora Jewellery as it is. Did I own the rose gold bracelet though? No. Well now I do. Plus some beautiful new charms too.It’s gonna sit pretty on my wrist next to the other two bracelets I own. Every charm a memory, occasion or sentiment. I’m not sorry in the slightest.AdidasMy January faves contained a super comfortable Jack Wills hoodie and this month I’m including a super girly and fun Adidas one.Ok, so technically it arrived in March thanks to the snow. I bought it in February though so it still counts right? It’s definitely more of a statement piece. Printed and pretty pastel for spring. It’s also on the thinner side so definitely one for when the weather warms up a little. I haven’t managed to get a decent pic of myself in it yet, sorry you’ll have to make do with a stock image.Pancakes & ValentinesIt’s was a month of food and love, that even myself as a single Pringle managed to find joy in. My Grandad turned out to be the only valentine I needed (also the only person sweet enough to give me a card). Plus who doesn’t love pancake day? Pancakes are awesome. Especially smothered in Nutella and strawberries. Of course the presentation might need work. It tasted amazing though. Weight watchers what? Where? Who?What did you love in the month of love?Let me knowCharlotte xxx


The Rise Of Social Media

Social media is something that was basically non existent ten years ago. Ok so some sites were in their earliest stages, but it all seemed a world away from the Snapchat, Insta, Twitter checking on the hour, every hour existence of today.

You can’t deny the positive effects. People have found long lost family members. It closes the gap in long distance relationships, friendships etc. Social media in a way, opens up a whole new world, especially to those of us who have become trapped in situations that limit how we experience the world around us, eg, illnesses, responsibilities, financial restrictions.

As a blogger / avid social media lover, the effect of social media platforms, has essentially changed my life. It’s provided my life with a purpose, reduced the feelings of loneliness and isolation and increased my confidence greatly. There’s now very little that can be said to upset me (thanks trolls). Camera shy? Not me šŸ˜‰

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However/but (there’s always a but) I can’t help thinking it’s not all good, well at least from my own experience and point of view. If I’m totally honest, I say my confidence has increased but only in certain situations. In, like, actual real life, I struggle. Dating, meeting new people, being social on the whole, it’s hard. Without the safety of a computer or screen, I freeze. Ten years ago that wouldn’t of been a problem. Speaking on the phone wouldn’t of been a problem either, due to the increase in texting, emails, emojis and more however, it is. I’m sure I can’t be the only person who feels it is.

I truely don’t know what the solution is. In this day and age I really don’t think throwing out the smartphones is the answer. Maybe instead of texting we could make the odd phone call. I don’t know.

Let me know your thoughts and follow the blog to keep up with upcoming content. I’ve actually got posts scheduled (shock horror šŸ˜² lol).

Love Charlotte xxx

I’m aware my grammar is terrible. I guess that’s what happens when you drop out of school early. Sorry. I really do write as I speak. Some people love it, some hate it. Don’t let it put you off though. I promise you’ll get used to it.

January Favourites Including Baby Cuteness

Strong language because I’m a terrible influence.

I’ve not done a monthly favourites post ever, on the blog. Mainly because it’s hardly original content and secondly it’s just not a subject that really interested me before. I like to give at least somewhat of a flying fuck about what I write.

Insert some lame paragraph about some new year new me bullshit here….

Let’s give it a go then..

Without a shadow of a doubt my absolute favourite thing of this month, (If my nephew should ever read this, I apologise for calling you a thing), was the arrival of this bundle of baby cuteness šŸ˜šŸ˜. I love being an auntie. A niece and five nephews later, a new arrival and the prospect of baby cuddles is still something I look forward too. Being an auntie is essentially getting all the good parts and then getting to return them when they wanna start acting like little shitbags.


A second favourite is also included in the above picture and it’s the Jack Wills Hoodie I’m wearing.

Unfortunately the exact one is sold out on the Jack Wills website so here’s a pic of a lovely looking model wearing one similar.. You can check out all of their hoodies / sweatshirts here. Yes they’re a little pricey but they’re super well made, as well as lovely and comfy.

On the subject of keeping warm, it’s been soooo freaking cold here, I can’t even… Recently I’ve been heading to bed with a hot water bottle, well kinda. The Noozie is basically a usb rechargeable heat pack. No water required. It remains hot for up five hours and heats up really quick in the first place. Great for the colder weather AND providing some much needed chronic pain / period pain relief.

New year, a new organised you? I dunno, but what I do know is that I’ve been loving using the following journals / bullet books.. My mind certainly feels less chaotic and my mental health has greatly appreciated the daily prompts that each book provides. After all it’s not always easy to know what exactly to write.

Finally on this list of random favourites of the month is….wait for it….BANANAS !! You’re probably reading this thinking “what the fuck?” I don’t care. I’ve recently fallen in love with them again and surely a love of fruit can’t really be a bad thing.

Enjoy a picture of me adding sliced banana on top of peanut butter on toast.


Let me know what you thought of this favourites post. I might just do another in February.

Oh my god !! I just realised that as a blogger I managed to do a favourites post without mentions of anything beauty or hair related.

Original content y’all !!

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Iā€™m not perfect

I’ve written, rewritten and then written again this post I don’t know how many times. Maybe grab a drink because believe me, there’s a lot I want to say. I know from experience though it’ll probably come out a bunch of swearing ramblings with the point I was tryna make in the middle somewhere. I apologise in advance. However it’s all personal thoughts from the heart.

If you’ve read any of my posts here or on my ‘old blog’ you’ll have noticed I tend to write exactly as I speak. So yeah, nothing I ever write is going to be the greatest piece of grammatical reading. (I bet you’re looking forward to the book already šŸ˜‰ ) I’m never going to be the most perfect or most popular blogger. I’m just never going to be perfect in life.

In December 2017 I had every intention of doing blogmas. I had some great content ideas, was feeling festive and inspired… Then chronic pain took hold, like really fucking took hold. I’ve struggled for a long time with pain, but nothing and I mean NOTHING ever prepares you for the moment you contemplate throwing yourself in front of a car or straight up killing yourself two weeks before Christmas. YES I was in THAT much pain. If I got hit by a car, best case scenario I’d break both my legs, end up needing surgery and drugging up to my eyeballs. That would be enough time for the pain in my face to chill the fuck out. Worst case scenario, well we all know what that is, but hey at least I wouldn’t be in pain right? I’m used to the rollercoaster of up and down days. That day … was shit.

Here’s a little mind fuck for you… You get to a place where you feel comfortable in your skin and your body. Even if it doesn’t always work right. Then you have to start medication that causes an average weight gain of 40 pounds. You can be body happy and ill or obese and pain free, you can’t have both.. I bet you’re reading this thinking the answers obvious. To most it is, and to me it was too. Right now though I can’t help feel disgusted when in the mirror.

Charlotte this is sooooo depressing. Why are you telling us this stuff ? First of all people wanted me to write more personal posts. Second and most importantly of all as a way for me to express myself. Believe it or not that was why I started to blog in the first place….for me. Honestly I think a lot of bloggers / vloggers forget that before they turned their blogs into businesses, they were just safe little corners of the internet where you could express yourself. BE yourself…

I’m so sick of pretending to be something I’m not, whether it’s online, or in real life, all I want to be is me.

The only goal I have for 2018 is happiness. I truly hope to share my journey some of that happiness with you on here

I won’t promise you an upload schedule, because I’ll only fail and end up annoyed with myself. I really need to beat myself up less going forward. I do have some plans for a blog overhaul, new look etc as well as some cool content but I’ll keep you all in suspense.

Remember to follow so you don’t miss out !!





F**k Off Friday !! CHRISTMAS EDITION !! – Blogmas #8

WARNING: There’s strong sweary language in this post. Just in case you didn’t work it out from the title.

Some of you may remember that back as part of blogtober I did a post called Fuck Off Friday. You can read it here if you’re interested. Long story short it was a blog post summing up everything that had pissed me off that week. Everything I was totally over and that I could do with just, you know, fucking off. It ended up being one of the most popular posts on my blog to date.

So here we are again. Another month of blogging and a whole other list of the things that have wound me the fuck up recently. As it’s blogmas, this is gonna essentially be the Christmas edition.

Magic Monster

But Charlotte, what the fuck is a magic monster? Well Internet, I’m glad you asked. These are the adult arseholes that go around ruining the Christmas magic for children everywhere. FOR NO FUCKING REASON except, I dunno, maybe someone did the same to them when they were younger. Or, you know, they’re just shitty people. The guy in sports direct who declared to an eight year old that Santa was dead and called him an idiot for believing. The person shouting outside a toy store that Santa isn’t real, telling them to ask their parents. Kids are only young once. Enjoy it and let them be kids. Sure one day they’ll stop believing but in their own time. Adults shouldn’t ruin the innocence and magic of this time of year for their own selfish reasons.

Christmas Tree Snobbery.

Real or fake. Ten foot or two. Green, pink or white. It doesn’t really matter and a lot of it is down to personal preference and individual circumstances. For instance an eight foot real tree probably isn’t practical for a studio apartment on the sixteenth floor. However every year everyone feels the need to show off their trees online, (I did a whole blog post) getting slightly braggy and competitive over the height, colour and decorations. Just letting y’all know that it doesn’t matter if you think someone else’s tree looks shit, or it isn’t decorated to your tastes / standards. If it isn’t in your home. Just mind your fucking own.

Perfect parents

Susan, one of the admin in your most visited Facebook mums group, just loves to let everyone know at every opportunity she gets, that she’s basically mum of the year at this point. If Christmas was an Olympic sport, she’d win gold. Susan will be front row and way too over enthusiastic at the kids nativity. Her child will get a lead part, of course. A photo will appear on your news feed of all her little darlings prezzies under the tree where she’ll ask if spending over a grand on little Avacados thirty-seven presents is enough. Susan will spend weekend evenings creating paper snowflakes and decorations with her youngest two whilst also baking the most amazing Christmas cake. The rest of us are just trying to survive until Christmas, not ruin the magic for the kids and not forget something. Susan is hated mainly out of jealousy. Plus according to this rant she named one of her precious crotch fruit Avacado, soooo……

Chocolate thieves

Everytime they walk past the tree a chocolate decoration disappears. Eventually you’ll reach into the tub of celebrations to be confronted with Snickers, Bountys and empty wrappers. Every year you’ll buy more chocolate to try and counter act the thief. Every year you’ll end up angry.

Technical difficulties

When you’ve bought an awesome gift for someone but as soon as they open it you realise it can’t actually be used yet. It needs charging. It’s impossible to get out the packaging. It needs batteries. It’s still got the security tag on. So fucking annoying!

This post was most definitely kinda ranty and positively one of the worst for being grammatically correct. #sorrynotsorry

Hope you enjoyed




That’s a cracker – Blogmas #7

One of the best parts of Christmas Day is that moment at lunchtime when everyone pulls open a cracker, sticks on a flimsy paper hat, argues over the best cracker prize and starts telling some absolutely dire joke found inside.

In celebration of these pieces of hilarious comedic genius, *eye roll* I’ve rounded up 10 of my favourite in this quick post. Perfects for breaking any awkward silences or when your selfish idiot of a brother reads out your joke before you. Why do they put the same joke more than once, in THE SAME box of crackers ??!!

Prepare yourself ………..

Why was the turkey chosen for the band? He bought his own drumsticks

How will Christmas dinner change after Brexit? No Brussels

What did Santa do at speed dating? He pulled a cracker !

Why are Christmas trees so bad a knitting? They’re always dropping their needles

Why did the skeleton miss the party? He had no body to go with

Why did Sant quit smoking? It was bad for his elf

What do you get when you cross a snowman with a vampire ? Frostbite

Which athlete is the warmest during winter? A long jumper

What did the snowman say to the angry carrot? Get out of my face !!

What happened to the advent calendar thief? He got 25 days

Let me know your best Christmas cracker or dad joke.