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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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I’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 😉 ) 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.

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Why I Started Blogging – Blogtober #10

Everyone has their own blogging ‘story/journey’ and today I thought I’d share a little bit of mine.

I originally started blogging in 2014. I’d been ill a long time and while bed bound the Internet had become my main contact with the outside world, as well as a constant form of entertainment. I’d been on social media a while and watched YouTube on and off. It wasn’t until 2014 that I became the fan I am of it today. I’d certainly never imagined it becoming a world I’d want to be a part of.

Illness can be quite isolating and feel quite lonely. I’d never met anyone my age with similar problems. Social media, especially Instagram really opened up my eyes. In some ways it became a lifeline and just like I’d been helped by reading and following others stories. I wondered if mine could possibly help someone else.

My Instagram Account

In June 2014 after lying awake most of the night in a painkiller induced haze. I nervously wrote my first post. It must have been about 3am when I finally hit publish. I don’t really know what I expected from it. I had genuinely no idea there were people who’d managed to make blogging a full time career. I guess from that first post, you could say the rest is history.

It’s not that exciting a story. Sorry, but it’s something I’m regularly asked about along with “What do your family think?”

Honestly I don’t remember the point my family and friends found out about my blog or social media life. They’ve always been incredibly supportive though, so I’ll assume it’s not seen as an awful thing.

I’ve no idea where this journey will take me but I’m here for it and happy enjoying the ride. For any negatives I may have experienced the positives have been ten times more. I really couldn’t imagine not blogging right now.

So many bloggers have switched to YouTube and I’ve seen a lot said recently about how no one reads blogs anymore. However I feel like that’s a whole different post.

I really hope you’ve enjoyed reading a bit of my blogging background and would love if you could hit the follow button and join the future journey with me.