Things Change…

I can’t explain how much has changed since the last time I wrote a blog post. I almost don’t really know where to start.

I kind of lost my passion for writing and have been focused on caring for my grandparents. It’s been hard and over the last few years and more intensely in the last few months, I’ve felt like I’ve not really done a lot for myself. I feel a little lost in life and unsure of who I am and what I want.

As my living / family/ personal situation has changed. I’m slowly starting to focus on me again, what I enjoy and what I want to do. Just typing this feels amazing. Blogging has always been such a love of mine.

I’ve thrown myself into a fitness journey over the last couple of months. (You’ll already know this if you follow me on Instagram). Originally, just getting there for an hour a week and surviving was an achievement. Now I’ve more time, I’m really upping my game and hoping to share the results. Getting into an exercise regime with chronic pain and fatigue is certainly difficult but it’s not impossible. I really want to inspire at least one person through sharing my story. If I can do it I honestly believe anyone can.

I’m still live-streaming most days and hoping to grow my audience even more. I love sitting and chatting to everyone raw and unedited. I like to think people appreciate how open I am about my life and struggles. Occasionally I’m funny too, so I’ve been told.

Health wise I very much, like I always have, take things day by day and one step at a time. My health is a blog post in itself mind so I don’t really want to say too much on the subject here. Maybe I could talk about at some point in…….. BLOGTOBER

Yep you read that right. I’m doing BLOGTOBER again this year. I gave it a go in 2017 and really enjoyed it. I’ve been thinking about it over the last week or so and think it would be a great way of kick starting this site again 🙂

Maybe a post every day for a month will make up for what an appalling blogger I’ve been the rest of 2018 lol

So if you’re new here, hit the follow button so you don’t miss a thing.

I’ve missed you all. I’ve missed this site.

Charlotte xxx

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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


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F**k Off Friday – Blogtober #12

Strong language included in this post. You’ve been warned.

This post is going up a little later than normal because blogtober is hard ya’ll. like I could be organised and schedule posts but what am I? A blogger?

So today I thought I’d compile a list of things that can quite frankly just fuck off. The things I just don’t have time for / do my head in. Hopefully you’ll get some enjoyment from it. I’m taking petty to a new level.

The weather
. I just can’t. It’s changing every two seconds. Whilst in comparison to the rest of the world we’ve got it pretty easy in the UK, I can’t seem to dress for it. To step outside I need to wear like six layers, yet the minute I step inside anywhere, I need to practically strip naked or risk losing a good couple pounds in sweat. 

. This one could of been included in with my above rant on the weather but seriously guys and girls, umbrellas can be lethal. Some people should have to pass a test to be be able to use one. They just stroll along with their wacking great umbrella, taking up half the pavement with no fucks given about wether they’ve just smacked some poor sod in the face. Aslong as they’re nice and dry right? Ergh. Don’t get me started on those that feel the need to drag them round the shops dripping water everywhere. There’s an umbrella stand by the door. USE IT !!

Gym twats. I’ve got a whole other post on these delightful souls that you can read here

Hospital check in huns. The people on Facebook that check into the local ER / A&E department asking for your thoughts and prayers. These same people then offer absolutely no explaination for why they’re there. Check the comments and prepare yourself for all the ‘U OK Hun?’ messages. Course they’re ok, if they were dying or seriously injured they wouldn’t be focused on Facebook. I won’t be sending my thoughts and prayers for stepping on a lego for fucks sake.

The news. Now the news is important. Sometimes social media doesn’t tell you everything you need to know. Unfortunately though, it’s just so damn miserable. I propose they start having a good news section after they’ve talked about all the serious and depressing shit. Positive and happy stories that restore your faith in humanity and make your heart sing.

Fashion. Winter’s coming and whilst I get the aesthetic of cut out shoulders and elbows. It ain’t gonna keep me warm. Suspender / thong jeans ? Unless you mean opaque black leggings I ain’t interested. Oh and why do crop tops cost more than normal length tops? It’s less material. Fashion logic. A subject I could rant about for ages. 

This is only a short post. There’s honestly so many more thing I could rant about but I don’t have the time or energy to rant about them all.

Let me know about something that’s wound you up lately. Oh and if you like my content, why not give it a like or hit the follow button.