Thursday, 3 November 2016
Are you a real woman?
Or not? You might be a man and in that case the following words might not apply to you too much. Unless you want to be a woman (we will get to that later)
So vogue have their real woman issue so they can relate to you know more real women.
Because you know the models init before weren't real women but anyway....
What defines a real woman?
Apparently people aren't happy as all the real women in the current issue are maximum size 12 and all stunning.
Well get me...I guess stunning women arent real either!
So I ask again what defines a real woman?
Anyone over the size 14?
Anyone who doesn't wear make-up?
What about women who dont wear weave, nails, tattoos or coloured contacts?
Are they not real?
What about transwomen?
Depends on how you look at it; are they not real women either?
However.....let me throw in my two cents: EVERY WOMAN is a real woman!!!
I can only see the vogue issue as a step in the right direction as I guess a lot of women cannot relate to models and that's OK but they are still real women.
And in terms of the women are too stunning??
Those people need to take several seats because if you can see beauty in someone else and not see it in yourself then that's your problem not vogues. They are there to sell magazines and as much as the media influence us, its not on them to determine your self esteem. And come on ladies we buy vogue because of the beauty. We can appreciate other women, or even appreciate the clothes they are wearing.
Size is another thing,as long as you are a healthy individual real women come in all sizes, fair enough vogue could have upped the plus sizes in the issue doesn't dismiss that women under a size 12 aren't real women.
I'll say it again every woman is a real woman.
Even if you are a transwoman, or it you identify as a woman, then (unless you're invisible) your a real woman.
Women who have had their breasts removed, wombs removed, feminists, non-feminists, the Kim kardashians and the no make up wearers, the vegans and the meat eaters (no arguments here guys just making a point lol), the skinny, slim, fit, thick, curvy, fat, tall short, the ladies in wheelchairs, the ladies with learning disabilities and hidden disabilities, blind ladies,deaf ladies, ladies suffering with mental health , the ones with phds and the the ones with no education,the rich girls and the homeless.
WE ARE ALL REAL WOMEN!!
Everyone's perception of beauty is different but my first perception of beauty is what I see in the mirror. Dont forget make up is an enhancer most of these beautiful women we speak of we will still see their beauty without the make-up too.
Soooo before we get outraged about something that we have no plan in changing lets try change the world in the way we can.
Rather than constantly bringing each other down lets lock arms and show the world that beautiful feminine energy and stop being a bitchy mess all the time. 😏
Peace out ya'll and calm down! ✌🏿✌🏾✌🏽✌🏼✌🏻✌️
Tuesday, 25 October 2016
Hi everyone so I wont be sharing this blog post on social media as it is something I really don’t like to talk about but Ive been compelled to write my story recently and maybe someone who needs it will magically find it and it will help them in some way.
Where to start?
The beginning is most probably best ha! So I was a very lucky child actually being born 01/01/1989 into a loving family good home, advanced for my age I would read and write (with assistance) by the age of three so at about three/four I actually started singing and dancing, making up my own songs, determined to be famous one day. Then at about 8 years old other children at school started bullying me, stealing my stuff, calling me ugly. Now as quite a happy child before this I had no backbone and couldn’t stand up for myself so I just used to cry. Hearing someone else call me ugly every day subconsciously changed the way I thought of myself.
So at the age of 8 I thought I was ugly but I was fairly happy still I guess. But then from that thought of being ‘ugly’ my mind just got worse over time, school became my worst nightmare and I tried everything I could to fit in. But one day fed up with everyone I told all my classmates that I was going to kill myself that night and I think I was roughly 9/10 years old, I remember thinking I was going to use a knife as I wasn’t really too sure what I was going to do. However one of the boys told my mum who must have been worried out of her mind and made me call childline but I didn’t really know why I said it but all I knew is that I definitely was considering it at that point in my life.
From this point on I think I could say that my life declined slowly into a depressed state. I could constantly think negative thoughts such as I hate my life, why was I born, I am so ugly. From the age of 11 to 16 I would always be crying and at this point I hated everything in my life and I can honestly say it wasn’t a hard life but I just thought in my head that it was meant to be better. I cannot really explain my depression except that being 11/12 you don’t realise you are depressed. But it is like one of the worst feelings I have experienced and I felt it every day for many years.
Being a teenager with self esteem issues and depression wasn’t technically hard for me as I felt it was normal to feel like that. When I was around other people though I never told them how I felt or thought so I think I over compensated by acting really happy and trying to make people laugh. But my parents always knew something wasn’t right with me. My mum tried positive books and I used to read a lot as a form of escapism. I also used to sleep A LOT. Then I would stay in a dark room most of the time, its actually only this year Ive started letting light into my room.
I would say as a teenager I did have suicidal thoughts not always but I would think of committing suicide but the thing is being a teenager is that I had this fear that if I tried and failed I would be in trouble with my parents and be back in my same depression. So rather than suicidal thoughts I just prayed that I got ill or hit by a car so it wasn’t my responsibility. I’ve not really gone too deep into this part of my life as there was not much to say you are just down and out, hopeless, helpless.
At 16 then I decided I wanted to be a model however I was like a size 12 then roughly. Although I was constantly depressed I still wanted to be famous but I was told I cant sing, I thought ok Ill become an actress and model . At 16 was a turning point for me because this is when I really started using the internet and took all these ‘are you depressed’ quizzes and I cant even tell you what compelled me to do them and thats when I realised I was in trouble but I didn’t know what to do so I just carried on.
Nearly forgot to write this bit. 16 was also a turning point as I had what I thought was a suicide attempt but what i guess god would call a tantrum. One day my dad said I couldn’t go to a party and in a rage I decided life was not worth living. Looking back I know this is silly but in reality as myself when I was really depressed I wasn’t brave enough to try attempt anything. But luckily for me god was on my side and the first tablets I picked up were my iron ones. On the bottle it says do not take with milk, so I assumed this was lethal. Little did I know you cant OD on iron tablets. I say I am lucky because i took the whole bottle, if they were something stronger I wouldn’t be here telling this tale. I took 30-40 of these things I cant remember. Then a full glass of milk. Then I got scared. Then my dad said I could go to the party. Then I thought shit I am going to die at a party. Telling this now actually sounds humourus but these were my actual thoughts. But I was excited I was going to the party. As an adult I would of tried to digest what I had just done but as a teenager with a clearly broken mindset, I really thought it was ok to just down a whole bottle of tablets as if nothing had happened. Well I felt a bit guilty at this point. Then I started throwing up. This is why it says no milk and iron tablets. But I still went, just shows how low my self esteem was I was so keen to be liked. So keen. I wanted to die if I wasn’t liked. I never talk about it as it sounds so fucking silly. I was sick that whole night well I acted as if I was ok then kept running off to be sick my best friend was like whats going on with you. I was like must be something I ate. And I know we shouldn’t say this but anyone who tries to comitt sucicide is selfish. And I know this because I felt it. A few months previous a girl at my school killed herself because she was being abused. Was I being abused? NO. Yes I was depressed and major self esteem issues but it wasn’t worth killing yourself over. But because of this realisation I never tried to do again whatever I was trying to achieve here.
I digress. As we all know models are sooo skinny so being the negative mindset I had at the time my first port of call was to lose weight. However I used to comfort eat massively and now I wanted to be healthy and go from a size 12 to a size 8. Being 17, in college with other people who cared very little about their weight I would say I had what turned into body dysmorphia and disordered eating. My mum at one point thought I had an eating disorder and got her friend to talk to me but I was in denial and said nothing was wrong with me. I was actually studying psychology at college so I knew I was depressed but I didn’t have anorexia or bulimia so I wasn’t any of those. But at one point I was so desperate I actually looked online at pro-anorexia websites for ideas to lose weight.
Basically when I used to eat, I would say I am going to have salad and I did but then later I would binge eat on junk food then cry about it. Or I would eat like once for the day. Or binge eat and feel bad. At 5’8 and size 12 I was still fairly slim but with other slimmer girls next to me at college and wanting to model I thought I was fat and my relationship with food was a downward spiral from there onwards.
I was also in a relationship at this point but with me being insecure, self-esteem and eating issues, I ended up with someone who seemed to be nice but turned out to be controlling and always told me how much better than me they were. But I still trusted them. So I told them at 18 why my behaviour is so up and down because even though I say I was depressed, from about 16 I just had depressive episodes so I would be ok sometimes then spiral downwards. Being with this person a lot he noticed so he asked me one day why are you ok one minute then not? So I tried to explain that I get really depressed at times but he just laughed at me. This is when I vowed I wouldn’t tell anyone else that I was depressed as I was really embarrassed at this point.
So I carried on finished college with 1 a-level as I was just so down and out the time of exams I just slept all day rather than revise and didn’t have a clue what I was doing when the exams came around. Before going to uni I spent 6 weeks in Jamaica with my grandparents and just before that I had cut off a family relative who was having a negative influence in my life. It was quite freeing, in Jamaica though I just thought maybe I only have SAD (seasonal affective disorder) as I am quite happy here in the sunshine. (I wasn’t happy when my mum rang about my a-level results though but I was already had a place in uni so my nan talked me around) Speaking of my grandparents, we were very very close me growing up and I found that when I was younger going to see them actually helped with my moods as a child but at the age of 11 they moved to Jamaica and I think it does have a correlation with me being depressed less when they came to visit. In these six weeks I read a book called ‘skinny bitch’ which at the time for a person with disordered eating was not the best choice but my bad relationship with food actually gave me a wealth of useful knowledge on food. (skinny bitch is actually an amazing book on how to live a more plant based lifestyle) From this book I gave up red meat, eggs, crisps, chocolate and other stuff. Didnt eat any of that for a year.
So I went to uni obsessed as always with calories what Im eating and to be honest for the last two years no one really noticed and I think my family got used to it. Until one of my uni friends said why are you so obsessed with calories and I was like Im not but I need to be skinny. She said you are skinny and I said yeah but I cant be a model this size. So I always thought why did I study psychology all those years and looking back the universe was giving me an intervention, helping me understand who I was and why I behaved the way I did.
All of this time I never saw a dr, I had just self diagnosed myself with depression and I knew what anti-depressants or anti-psychotic drugs did to you at this point so I wasn’t going to see a dr. Even at uni I did love it and went out and made friends but I remember my first year being a mixture of really high highs and really low lows. At the end of my first year my relationship ended and this actually helped me massively.
I do feel my depression was impacted so much by my environment, as soon as I wasn’t having an immensely good time my mind and body would crash. The next year of uni was different though because I was always chasing that good time be it through men or going out, I never had a moment to catch up on being depressed, I knew I wasn’t really happy but I was having a good time and suicidal thoughts had somehow ran away from me.
My relationship with food was a bit better at this point but I never enjoyed food, the guilt was still there, I hated my body, thought I was fat and ugly. Getting into my third year, I lived with one of my best friends and you know from I met this girl she helped light up my life but some how the depression came creeping back! I don’t even k now how!! We lived in a nice flat a bit cold but still. However I started getting migraines again (I had been suffering from the age of 15 but not really had any whilst I was at uni) Not knowing it then but it was the pressure of trying to finish uni and get it right, I always wanted to be liked, prove my parents right, prove than ex-boyfriend wrong that I wasn’t a failure like he said I was. This time being 20 years old I was fed up of thinking my life was ok just to be depressed and I would say in my teens it was my comfort zone but as an adult with a job, uni, friends and life it was pissing me off big time.
I found free counselling at my uni but as I hate talking about this stuff it never helped as I just told her the baseline things that were bothering me and she was good very understanding but it obviously wasn’t working as I just couldn’t open up. Friends around me found it bizarre that I was seeking help ‘when there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with me’ ‘that I hadn’t experienced any traumas in my life’. What people don’t realise is nothing means anything if your mind is depressed and suicidal, thats it. No explanations, no answers.
However most people knew that I was always on a diet, you trust me ask me if I haven’t tried it, I have researched it. At this point I was almost a size 8 or I was a size 8 now it was mission size 6 as models are size 6. One day one of my friends we used to always complain how fat we were together, was also studying psychology told me that I have body dysmorphia which I was like don’t be silly. Im not one of those people who look in the mirror and see myself as massive you know. BUT I found myself morbidly unattractive and would hate my stomach I used to stare at other peoples stomachs unconsciously and only noticed when a friend brought it up. So not only was I insecure I was projecting this onto others.
At 21 I had another turning point where I failed my uni dissertation. FAILED. F! I did think shit this must be a mistake but no mistake I had to re-do or I would get this basic diploma thingy. Before this would have broken me down and I would have hid in my room for days but we were studying a module called ‘motivation and emotion’ in psychology at uni and it was based on positive psychology, its like positive thinking but the more theory and research behind it. I just remember my teacher saying ‘failure doesn’t mean anything’. And for the first time I just felt so motivated I wanted to start my own business, I put in to re-do my dissertation. I felt for the first time in my life what I could say was happiness. And I didn’t feel depressed. Anyone who has been depressed and feels happy, you do forget that depressed feeling for a while so you then keep going and you forget to protect yourself from going back on that downward spiral.
So I moved back home properly after being away for 3 years at uni got a new job and met who I call my first love. The relationship I can say was awful but I wasn’t depressed so anything was better than going back there. 2011 then was my first heart break felt awful but it was nothing like being depressed. 2011 was good I passed my driving test, got a car, went Ibiza, graduated finally. Everything was looking up. Better still I wasn’t depressed.
Still eating terribly trying to become a model, in a job I hated and still thought I was ugly and a bit fat still (at this point I was a size 8 and skinny would be more appropriate). 2011 came and gone, I was on a self-development journey at this point from what I had learnt in my uni module I had gone on to research that further so I was improving my positive mindset, I felt more peace, felt different in 2011.
But 2012 I guess my mind got bored of all the happiness and on a two week holiday from work I crashed. No downward spiral, just a crash straight into a depressive state. I wasn’t suicidal though as I somehow managed to tell myself life is shit but we got family, friends we don’t want to die. I was also very very pissed off. All this fucking personal development to just be fucking depressed so I was depressed sad and angry. I crashed out from the world. This time at the age of 23 I went to to the drs. She gave me a questionnaire and said when I finish it I would get help. Now I am a psychology graduate and I know people that are much worse than me, those with bipolar, self-harming, who have multiple suicide attempts, turn to drugs and alcohol after being depressed. So I knew no way would I get any more than a few anti-depressants from doing this questionnaire. I did think to lie but I always had a part of me that constantly felt guilty so I didn’t want to take up someone elses treatments. At one point I just felt to voluntarily admit myself to mental hospital my mind used to drive me crazy but my friend who worked in the mental health environment said that could hinder my future job prospects (and she was right what sort of bullshit is that?).
Shortly after that I started a business that forced me to do more personal development and I felt moderately happy but I fell into a mountain of debt so I was again living a secret happy life and being afraid of money. I would say I wasn’t depressed here but majorly unhappy and scared. I think why I wasn’t depressed is because my grandparents were here for a while and my uncle got sick. 2013 I lost my job and got a new one, I really focused more on the personal development side as I was keen to get off my debts. The last few years also I found it difficult to live at home I had gone from being a parent to a mini child again. So I decided to follow my dreams and put in a transfer to move out.
At this point personal development was key to me because my default mindset was depression this stopped me from going back there but I have to read constantly and go to seminars and a lot of people don’t understand why I do this. But its the only thing that has worked for me.
However still 2013 my relationship with food wasn’t good I accepted I had body dysmorphia but wasn’t too sure what I was going to do about that and I was more ok than I had ever been so I brushed those issues under the carpet.
Jan 2014, I turn 25, its all good, but BAM for a whole month migraines. The ones I haven’t seen in years. Every single day. Every day. Every day. Getting worse. Without wanting to use medication as time has gone on ive researched so many things and what I haven’t said is my uncle that got sick he died. He had a brain tumor which I believe was from his mental health medication. So I used some old tricks and new ones to kill these migraines. Drink more water, eat regularly (not healthily), cut out cheese chocolate caffine, all alcohol (I wasn’t a big drinker so this was easy) and sleep more. So started doing all of this but my migraines got worse. I tried putting peas on my neck, going to sleep, drinking tons of more water. Nothing was working, so I gave in and went drs. He gave me migraleave. Like really waste of time. I just got some co-codamol as paracetamol didn’t work only to help me if I was in public or driving.
Then one day making some food choices I was hungry but I was like if I eat now I cant eat later etc etc usual shit but if I don’t eat now I am going to get a headache and in that exact moment my thinking about food changed. I told myself do you want to be fat or have a migraine and for the first time I did not care about being fat. These headaches were ruining my life and now they were happening for nearly two hours a day or more than one a day. Then one day someone randomly gave me a healing crystal after sleeping with that and eating more often my migraines began to fade and ive not had one for ages.
So july 2014, independent woman again in Liverpool on my own living life and I didn’t feel per se happy when I got there but I wasn’t depressed. I was eating normally. Still thought I was ugly and had self esteem issues. Body dysmorphic I cant say if I still felt this way as because I changed my eating I just avoided the mirror. But this is what I can call the slowest downward spiral of my life. Before no-one really knew I was depressed before apart from my parents but this time people started to ask me if I was alright. Well other people in my family. I was like I am not depressed and this is the first time I was actually in denial. I was still doing my reading now and then but there came a point where because I had no friends and family I didn’t see anyone for ages. I was isolated by default this time and I remember suicidal thoughts in my head. Such as why am I even alive. What is the point of living. I don’t want to live any more. And I am so grateful I had somewhere to go back to because living with those thoughts longer than the few months I had them I most prob would have acted on them. I even drank some alcohol because someone gave it to me, it was just ok to me but I suddenly understood how people become alcholics because if I liked alcohol I could imagine drinking myself into oblivion just to get through those lonely days.
I never realised how much my psychology degree really saved me until I wrote this. Because I knew when I was depressed, this causes another little voice that tells you not to kill yourself. That voice saved me so much I call it my voice of reason, it didn’t lift my depression but it gave me lots of reasons why I shouldn’t die. Reasons to live and thats why I am here writing this now.
And I still get sad. I am still quite apathetic, meaning I don’t feel emotions I lived nearly all my adult life not feeling much apart from the heart-break of my ex, my uncle dying and the exhilaration of finishing tough mudder last year. As I was so emotional before always crying, upset, depressed, seeking happiness, approval to be liked, it was stressful so at 18 I think in a way I taught myself not to feel and recently after doing so much work on myself I have started to feel again. Just a little bit, I am even trying not to cry after writing some of this. Dont get me wrong I have felt sadness but if I am not sad or a bit angry usually I feel like nothingess.
At the moment I am trying to focus on peace and loving myself unconditionally. My case might be rare that I went from what I thought was really bad depression, my thoughts as a teenager and my physical body was so painful just to get through day by day I am grateful I had family and friends that saved me from harming myself. I am also lucky that I never self harmed, that was mainly because I have a fear of pain that cutting/harming myself never even came into my thoughts. (Well some people say my food issues could have been a type of self harm)
But it hurts my heart to see young people in pain, because I know that pain, trying to be liked, trying to fit in, dying to be loved, dying to love yourself, dying to be happy, dying to be something else. And I love personal development but theres no no no point in telling someone oh read this or watch that if they are depressed they will brush it off as yeah yeah bullshit. I did landmark forum at 16 and part of me did think oh yeah this is good but after I was just like well that was a load of shit and I went back to being depressed and hating myself.
It wasn’t until I was 26 that I started to practice self love nearly 5 years after I started doing personal development. 13 years after my mum bought me a book by Iyanla Vanzant on loving myself. 25 years after that first call to childline. The thing is I know I never had trauma, my depression was caused by my own mind and in some cases you feel guilty or like you should hide because you've not had a bad life yet here you are again depressed, hopeless, hating yourself.
I love personal development and how much it has helped me and I am lucky that I did a psych degree that lead me down a road of self discovery and self healing without feeling I had to tell people and they were going to judge me as I was at home learning and developing. In 5 years the amount of personal development and work I have done on myself most people would be millionaires by now and I am not even at the point where I can say I am happy. I still get really bad pms which makes my angry and sad and I feel really bad.
But at least I am not depressed. For anyone reading this that is at the point which you know your depressed and you feel ready for change just know there is a light on this road and the journey is long and it might take you a while but one day you can say its a bad day but at least im not depressed.
If you still feel hopeless like theres no way out, I would say get help, its there, don’t feel embarrassed, life might feel shit but even though right now your brain is telling you ‘bullshit’ someone even if its an animal loves you or at the least cares for your wellbeing.
If you are depressed and having medication and reading this, do not stop taking the meds because I didn’t have them and I am not keen on medication for mental health, I still feel that until a new type of healing comes into play, keep with the medications for now, listen to your doctors, take the help even if you feel you don’t need it. If its healing you then its worth it.
If you are reading this and realise that you may be depressed then please seek help. Some people can self-heal and if you know what you are doing, it can be the best option and its only because of my background in psychology and the way I built my degree and outside research I was able to do so. It was only because I got so pissed off at being depressed I was able to make a change. It was only when I became AWARE myself I was depressed I could make a change.
So anyone reading this do not force a loved one to say they are depressed, do not force them to do anything. Show them you care, be loving and allow them to trust and open up to you. If you feel someone had a more severe mental health problems please speak to a qualified professional.
Even though depression is a severe mental health issue, its one of the few that I feel can be dealt with, worked through and you may have to have medication but some types of depression you may not have to be sectioned.
If you have other mental health issues, I am sorry I cannot speak on your experiences but I hope I am proof to help even one person even that little girl that was dying to kill herself at 9. a young mind is so malleable, changeable, she is easier to unravel and heal.
I hope my story can help someone find the strength, as sometimes were depressed because we feel weak, fed up and then we spiral.
I hope this can inspire people to be more understanding of this hidden disease.
For me the future is health and nutrition. Ive had a total 360 in the last 12 months which seems crazy that two years ago I thought I was fat now I am in a great shape and looking to teach others to love their bodies and get into shape. Because I know how it feels when you starve yourself from that love. Starve yourself from your own love. We crave our own love. When we don’t have it then it starts than downward spiral.
No-one is born depressed. No-one is born with mental health problems. I believe anyway. Some of us maybe more susceptible because its in our families. And some physical disabilities also can impair mental health. We all have triggers were all individual so we should be treated as such. Everyone gets depressed differently but know were all in it together. My mantra for all of you feeling hopeless, worthless is that one day you too can say its a bad day but ‘at least I'm not depressed anymore’.
Thursday, 13 October 2016
Well not YOU per se but us as a nation with this new health epidemic why are we all not uber healthy and reaching our weight and fitness goals?
Personally I guess I'm ‘lucky’ as I cant eat cheese, don’t drink or do drugs, cant stomach red meat, don’t like fizzies and not too fond of chocolate. So does this predispose me to a healthier way of life. I guess so in some ways however I am also predisposed to the fish and chips that tony sells in Wandsworth (its the best), I don’t like lentils and bean things, or those smoothie bowls (that every healthy person seems to post on insta, I cannot even stand to look at them lol), also I can’t juice as I have fruit allergies! So really what can I eat???! (Cakes? Yes, please, ok not cakes they don’t really hold nutritional values to eat them for every meal)
As someone who is currently studying a range of different nutrition topics and sells vegan, botanical nutrition products, I do make sure I live a fairly healthy lifestyle as it is one of my highest values however it is all about being transparent and realistic. If I said to you I never get cravings and never even think about chicken nuggets (even though I also think they are a bit gross so that stops me from eating them) but I do feel we need a bit of realism up in here. Someone who is a junk food junky will not become a healthy so and so overnight. Everything is contextual.
What about people who cannot afford to eat healthy? I won’t lie it costs a little bit when I make healthier food but my priority is to invest into my health and my body so I don’t mind spending the money. However, there are always other options than fast food. Buying frozen veg is one example whereby a family can be more cost effective in their goal to become more health orientated. Planning is another way to save money, trying to eat healthy on the go not only can be a nightmare but very costly!! But if you plan at home and always travel with food and snacks them you will be saving those pounds in the pocket!! Another money saver is not to overload yourself with information, find your health inspiration and stick with that to get you going!
So what is best for YOU? We all know how bad processed foods are so we’re not going to even go there! But...Do you feel gluten doesn’t work for you, how about meat, what about dairy? What is your vice? Do you over-indulge? Then feel guilty? What are your patterns? Bad habits? What healthy food do you actually like to eat? Where can you start? What are your health goals and concerns? (For yourself, not for others)
These are all small questions that we can ask ourselves as we embark on our health journey. Look at your OWN goals as everyone is different. We need to remember that sickness could be a sign that our input/output may be out of balance and we need to refocus on what’s most important. Let food be thy medicine as without health we have nothing.
If you are struggling and do not know where to get started or just need someone to talk to on your health journey feel free to drop me an email: Sheritzy@hotmail.co.uk
Saturday, 24 September 2016
Sorry this is a bit late!! (Then I forgot to upload it after writing it!!)
But here we go.
What have I learnt here?
Mainly that I am not living my true purpose but I already knew that.
What I didn't know is that I already know what I want to do with my life and I am not as confused as I thought.
The part I enjoyed the most was the writing if I'm really honest. I could actually do this every day this blogging thing.
I hated writing about my true feelings though, hated it! I never talk to anyone about this sort of thing so being venerable is something I do not like to do. And unlikely will be doing it again any time soon in any of my blogs. I've kept the posts up there though as cringeworthy as they are because it's all about feeling the fear and doing it anyway!
Another thing with the blog challenge is that I did not realise I could write so much everyday, it's a great way to be creative and release thoughts that are in your mind, to de-clutter and just release some stress. It has given me an insight into my freedom plan and what I need to do to get my butt into gear.
I would like to thank everyone who has read these rants for the last two days as it's just been me rambling on about myself but some real content will be coming your way every week so stay tuned and I look forward to connecting with you! Peace out blog challenge, you've done me well!!
Sunday, 18 September 2016
There’s only one place I love to go, where my heart is happy, my brain is happy:
Don’t ask me what, why, how, when I fell in love with this island but I did.
Imagining I was there now, I would be hanging out with some friends in the evening, getting ready for a night out. To see our favourite DJS.
In the morning we wake up to morning exercises on the beach and doing our positive affirmations, gratitude and meditation.
Then I’m creating: blog posts, V-logs, paintings, nutrition plans, wedding plans.One day a week I’ve got myself a gig as a dancer as it’s something I’ve always wanted to do.
In the afternoons I usually skype with my Arbonne teams all over the world to help them with their business and their launches.
In the evening, its dinner with friends and watching the sunset, then if our fave DJ’s are on we go to see them.
This is such a short post but I can just imagine the bliss I would feel while I am there with people I love spending time with just being free and enjoying myself!
This blog post is in response to Natalie’s 10 Day Freedom Plan Blog Challenge Day 9
Saturday, 17 September 2016
Well today’s challenge will not get done as I watched the video too late and wouldn’t have had time for fun adventures today and tomorrow I am back at work! #sadface.
So I am going to try my best to visualise myself having a fun day (ha!). I find it really difficult to find things ‘fun’ after two minutes the novelty wears off for me and activities usually become meaningless. I also get a bit of guilt if I am not doing anything productive (which I then procrastinate over!!) But I must add the ‘fun guilt’ is much more deeper than the ‘procrastination guilt’ which I somehow always justify. I just cannot justify having fun when I have so much work to do. Doesn’t feel right with me. Not sure why. It makes my life very difficult as when people ask me what I do for fun I draw a blank.
Sooo on that note, what was the last fun thing that I did? Most probably going Ibiza on my own. Oh yes actually Ibiza is my fun ‘safe place’, where I don’t carry the guilt and I indulge in the sun, sea, sand, sexy men (ha!) and music. I love it. Next year it is definitely on the cards before I bugger off in July to my new place for a few months.
This blog was difficult but it has given me the challenge of trying to have more fun in day to day life rather than once a year in Ibiza!
So here’s to having (trying to have) more fun (yay, eek)
This blog post is in response to Natalie’s 10 Day Freedom Plan Blog Challenge Day 8
Friday, 16 September 2016
Can someone show me someone who is not very good at procrastination?
We might just be good at it in different ways.
I am good at it in all areas of my life. Especially with social media!
Do I have something to do?
Better get on FB or YouTube and look at something irrelevant!
Nothing to do...
Better go make myself productive.
Too productive...maybe I’ve taken on too much i.e. overwhelm! I
t’s like a vicious disaster circle. Today I am going to be short and sweet because I know what I need to do to get on step in the right direction and what action I need to take.
Today’s challenge is about taking one imperfect action everyday to help get me closer to the life of freedom and away from my time wasting tasks.
Not waiting until everything is perfect.
Not waiting until I know everything I need to know.
Drum Roll Please...........
I am going to do my Facebook Videos, or work on them every day so I have content for my page and help with my Arbonne business as I got great feedback when I was consistent with them back in May.
Check out my FB page (https://www.facebook.com/SherriDBeauty) from Monday 18/09/16 to see the new content!!
I am ready for the freedom lifestyle!
This blog post is in response to Natalie’s 10 Day Freedom Plan Blog Challenge Day 7
What sort of person am I?
I like to think I am ambitious, full of ideas, quite positive, love going to networking events and Ibiza (poles apart, right?), love anything to do with the law of attraction, health and crystals. Also a massive marvel fan, into everything Disney and a first generation Craig David fan.
You might be thinking what has this got to do with ANYTHING?
Well the problem I have with finding a tribe is that I rarely find people that are into what I am into.
As I think I have such a wide range of interests it should be easy to find a (tribe) group of people that have some similar interests??
Well, no, it’s not and I’ll tell you why.
Because in order to meet the said people I have to be vibrating on the same frequency as them and I know that looking from previous results I am not. (But it’s something that I am working on).
This is really important not just for social reasons but also for career progression and ambition, as you only grow as far as the five people you surround yourself with the most. Look around you. Your five closest friends/acquaintances/family members that you spend majority of your time are likely to average out with the same income, same level of career progression, similar relationship/relationship history, go to the same places, likely to have the same goals and so forth. As the saying goes: Birds of a feather flock together!! So you need to be around people that inspire you and help you to grow as a person (advice to myself also) otherwise years and years will go by and everyone will still be in the same place.So how can you grow with people that are technically on the same level as you? Technically you need another missing ingredient, people that are where you want to be. Now these people may also be in your tribe and therefore you might not need to go out looking for them. However, most if not all of us need to seek out the use of a mentor that has been through the trials and tribulations that we have or might go through in the future.
For myself Peter Sage would be the perfect business mentor as he is what I feel is a serial entrepreneur, self-made millionaire, has a wealth of knowledge about the health and wellness industry, does motivational speaking events, is trained by Tony Robbins, from the UK (although he now lives in Dubai) and I could go on. Everything that he does really resonates with me and what my future goals are and from listening to many of his audios he knows how to inspire through educating without bias or being too OTT.
What would I ask Peter Sage if I met him today?
The funniest thing is that I have already met him. The first time I was volunteering at a top seminar in London he helped to organise and fund, he gave us a ton of his free audios and personal development books. However, I did not know what I know now and didn’t take the opportunity while it was there!! So given another chance I would ask him:
· ‘How did you get over the feeling of having to be certain about everything before he took risks or made decisions?’
· ‘Do you feel that the world of entrepreneurship is different for women and different ethnic groups?’ (As he is Caucasian and male)
· ‘What are your 3 top tips for someone under 30 starting out their business?’
· ‘How can you use the internet/social media to create great business success?’
· ‘What are the first steps in becoming a motivational speaker?’
· ‘Who inspires you daily?’
I could go on and on in a whole interview with Peter Sage but I would love for him to be my business mentor, it would be like a dream come true!!
Thursday, 15 September 2016
This is going to be very short.
So I need a plan in order to help me with my path to success. However I work in a very inflexible job so being able to plan things on my work days is sometimes near impossible but I always do my reading every day. On my days off however, my running, vlogs, blogging and Arbonne business should be a priority but I usually get roped into all sorts of things which makes me fall behind and I always feel like I am playing catch-up. So from now on I am going to hold myself accountable to my goals and do what I said I was going to do even if I don’t feel like it. My success plan on my days off is to allocate times for my Arbonne business, run (even if its just 5k), prepare my Vlogs (which I haven’t done for months) and start on my nutrition plans/finish my coursework and studies. I also need to focus on building up my vision board and meditate more. I will start my morning routines with being more grateful when I wake up and positive affirmations about myself. But with my perfect day not too far in the future I know I will shortly on the road to success!!
What am I good at???
Every. Single. Thing. I try to do.
Ok I lied!!!
I'm not good at everything (or much) because the other day I tried to apply make-up on a face that wasn’t my own and that did not work out well at ALL.
Anyway this blog is dedicated to what makes me special or SUPER as the title suggests. (Apparently, being humble is meant to go out the window for this one so I will let my ego take the wheel for a really hot minute!!)
Firstly I am an excellent reader (lol), I read anything, anytime, anywhere. I've been reading since I was 3 so that's 24 years practice. I was so good at reading that by the time I actually got to school my reading age was 3 years ahead and by the time I was 8, I was actually reading books for 11/12 year olds. In secondary school (as a typical class clown) I was always sent out of English with the current reading material, however by the time the class was over I was always way ahead in the book and in one reading occasion I had started the fourth book in the season whilst the class were finishing up the first. So I don’t know if this is by default, I am also good at writing and maths. So in school I basically done my maths and English GCSE without revision (but for that reason I got B in both eek). Those are my top three skills if I am honest. Sorry for the massive BRAG session but it did feel kinda GOOD ahaha.
The aim of todays challenge is to see how we can put our skills (superpowers) to good use by either:
· Creating a life of freedom from it
· Helping others
So in terms of myself, being good and loving to read makes me a magnet for learning and I am always studying something even if it is just for myself (once I read a book about dogs in the library!) I love to read and study and learn, but I am not a fan of teaching in a way that people teach in school and uni etc. In terms of how to help others with this skill I feel that I can use the knowledge I have gained from my degree, my wedding planning qualification and nutrition qualifications to help coach others and teach them how to apply themselves to better their own lives.
With writing, I can get to doing what I am doing now which is blogging or writing content for my social media or my Vlogs. I don’t love to write/type things up but I love to create written form of what is being created in my head. As I can do this very quickly, word after word can just flow to me and something short like a blog will not give me writers block but I am yet to try and write a novel!! With my blog posts I plan to incorporate what I have said above and hope to inspire and motivate people (especially young women).
With maths I only plan to use that to work out money (LOL) but I am also good at solving problems which is something my dad said to me. If it’s a logical or solution that is very factual and numerical based I am your (wo)MAN! I guess this all relates to above, helping people and creating solutions!
I have enjoyed writing this post the most so far as it has allowed me to look at myself in a more positive light. If anything it is a little big egotistical but now and then the ego has to step in and get the self confidence back on track. I realised that I am good at a lot of things but everything that I am good at, all interlinks with each other and connects together nicely to help me on my path to becoming the amazing entrepreneur I deserve to be!
This blog post is in response to Natalie’s 10 Day Freedom Plan Blog Challenge Day 5
Wednesday, 14 September 2016
So today’s challenge is about creating the perfect day to help with visualisation and creating a goal for the perfect life. Being naturally left brained (i.e. logical) rather than creative, more right brained, has caused me much of an issue in recent years with visualisation as I find it difficult to imagine things and be creative in my mind. I can easily come up with logical ideas but imaginative ideas are lost on me completely ha!! I used to be very imaginative as a child but as you get older you realise that type of thought is frowned upon by others who have no imagination and I feel like I have lost the skill to imagine and visualise as a result.
BUT if I was to have a perfect day it would most probably look something like this:
· Wake up at 9am
· Go back to bed
· Go back to sleep
ONLY JOKING!! HAHA (even though I love sleep)
So I am going to take you step by step my perfect day if I was in full alignment with what I wanted to do with my life:
· Wake up at 7 (I hate early mornings so 7 is a good time to get things done)
· Affirmations, gratitude list, review my goals, check my vision video
· Morning protein shake
· Go for a run or hit the gym/swimming. Ballet lesson or yoga.
· Get ready, have breakfast, daily reading
· 9am: Get started on my day. Firstly see my clients on my running programme
· Then appointments with my nutrition clients
· Creating blog posts/content for vlog. Planning
· Lunch: I love love food so on a perfect day I would be eating the tastiest nutritious food EVER
· Appointments for my wedding clients or Arbonne business
· Main Arbonne business clients appointments/workshops
· Evening time: likely to eat again!! Haha Trampolining session on the days that it is on
· Meditation or relaxation with binaural beats, candles and incense (or reading)
I just realised how busy my perfect day is and I am not sure how everything will fit but this is what my future looks like to me. I like to be busy, I find it hard to just sit and do nothing. I would love to be an entrepreneur, inspiring people (especially women) to be their best selves. Some of the stuff on that list are just ideas like my running club but I am sure I will get to this stage of running it properly as I feel it will be very successful. This day 3 challenge has got me excited now!! I’ve tried this perfect day thing before and it wasn’t so detailed but it was about the same! Love the fact I can go running or workout in the morning, that just sets your day up so right I cannot wait until this becomes a reality <3