No
matter who you are or where you come from everyone has a best friend. These
come in many forms, whether it’s the same sex as you or the opposite sex,
older, younger, family member, lifelong friend or a sibling. No matter who it
is…almost everyone has one. There are however things that differentiate the
normal “friend” and the best friend.
AMYROSEDOBSON
Wednesday, 15 April 2015
Thursday, 2 April 2015
Being single isn't all that bad...
If
there is one thing to be learned in life, it’s that break-ups and heartbreaks
are inevitable. If you’re like me, you will go through many frogs before you
find your prince charming. But be aware, whilst floating in single limbo
potentially looking for “the one,” there’s plenty of time to have fun and “find
yourself.”
I
know that it’s nice to have a man (or woman) by your side, but while the other
half is non-existent and your love life is DOA, its nice to find comfort in the
many positives of living the single life.
1) Being
single doesn’t make you lonely. Look around! -You’re probably surrounded by
people who love you. No I don’t mean potential partners, I mean your friends!
When all those guys have wronged you, who has been there with you to watch the
notebook and eat obscene amounts of ice cream? You can bet your life that it’s
your best mates.
2) Being
single gives you the chance to accept that you can be independent. It can be
challenging at times being on your own but you learn to live with it and love
the company of yourself. I personally love my own space and love being on my
own. Being single for so long, I’ve learned so much about myself that I don’t
think I would have if I were in a relationship. I’ve learned that I don’t need
a man to defend my corner and most definitely have grown a backbone.
3) You
learn to appreciate the little things about being single. Never having to
impress your other half, having days where you can slob around in your pyjamas
eating stupid amounts of carbs and really not having a care in the world about
it. Who’s going to tell you that you cant? If you don’t want to shave your
legs, don’t shave them! You also don’t have someone checking up on you all the
time and you sure as hell get to skip the arguments about the silly things,
like where you are going to eat or what film to see in the cinema.
4) Flirting
is permitted at all times. You are free to do your own thing. You can go out
and flirt and not feel excruciatingly guilty or look obnoxious when a guy tries
to chat you up. Whilst in a club you don’t have to shout over the deafening
music to tell somebody that you’re taken and you can sure as hell drink as much
as you want without being the embarrassing girlfriend that had too much to
drink.
5) You
learn to invest in yourself. Instead of doing things for other people, you
learn to do things just for you, to make you a better person. Being single is
all about finding yourself and having fun while you are doing it. Every hour
that you plan only has to be negotiated with yourself. There is nobody telling
you that you cant go and have your nails done because you have planned a double
date with your boyfriends best mate and his ever so boring girlfriend who has
the personality of a spoon.
So,
if you hate being single, remember, the right one is out there, but while you
cant find them, you may as well find peace with it and have a little bit of fun
along the way. Being single isn’t all that bad.
A x
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me and my amazing friends x |
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proof that the single life isn't all that bad x |
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Friday, 20 March 2015
Tinder- so right but so wrong.
There’s
something about spending hours swiping left and right, picking out the ones
that are ‘worthy’ within a 10-mile radius that makes me excited. The pure joy
that you feel when your phone pings only to tell you that you have a new match
and it’s the hunk with the big biceps that took your fancy in superbull last
Friday or the boy that sits in the back of all of your lectures that you’ve
secretly been dying to talk to for the whole semester but you’re just not sure
if he likes the look of you too. There’s something so right about tinder, but
there is also something so WRONG!
If
our generation will be remembered for anything, it will be creating a social
networking platform that will live on for many years to come. It’s our main
point of contact, communication and utter banter but tinder takes things to a
new level. It’s a great way to meet new people that live in the surrounding
area but there’s something that feels so wrong about judging people solely on
their appearance alone. I am a strong believer that it’s what’s on the inside
that counts but this doesn’t stop the smile on my face that stretches ear to
ear when an absolute hottie wants to talk to me on Tinder and maybe even meet
up for a drink, but why is this?
Is
tinder the same as meeting someone on sites such as plenty of fish and
match.com? In a way I suppose that it is. On both tinder and dating websites
that person first draws you in by the way that they look. There is however a
sinking feeling for every boy that you swipe left for on tinder. Maybe it’s the
aspect that on dating websites you don’t have to say no to anybody, but on the
tinder app you probably scroll past 50 boys before you finally swipe right for
a match with the person that tickles your fancy.
We are however taught to never judge a book by its cover,
but I think that dating websites and apps like tinder are the polar opposite of
this- you literally are judging a book by its cover, its cover photo. It’s an
addiction and normality that many youngsters have these days. I’m sure that
tinder isn’t going out of business anytime soon. Tinder may be accepted by our
generation, but this doesn’t necessarily make it right.
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Saturday, 14 March 2015
My experience with the Cambridge weight plan.
I’ve done every diet in the book in an attempt to drop
the unwanted pounds that belong to my fluctuating body and add to my ever
changing curvaceous figure but the Cambridge diet, although the most effective
made me MISERABLE!
I knew a few people that had tried it out and were
astounded with the results. They looked fabulous and I was feeling a little
lost within myself. I had gained weight and wanted a short-term fix for my
long-term battle with food. I had a supply of Cambridge shakes and snacks in my
fridge that were going to go to waste and thought that I may as well give it a
go.
The Cambridge diet can vary depending on what outcome
you are looking for. I was extremely silly and decided to make my own decision
about what meal plan was best for me and opted for the three shakes a day, one
for breakfast, one for lunch and one for dinner. I’m not sure that any
18-year-old girl can be mentally prepared to only drink 3 shakes a day although
I was so sure that I was.
The first day was one of the hardest, most unsettling
days that I had experienced in relation to my dieting journeys. I was a bag of
emotion and I was absolutely starving. Some of you may recognise the term
HANGRY. (A feeling of such hunger that you become an absolute raging lunatic
and could very easily inhale every item of food in your cupboard, cooked or
not.) But the second day was a day that nobody could have prepared me for. I
was like a vampire waiting for my next hit of blood and I wouldn’t be satisfied
until I had drunk every sip of my shake and destroyed the carton. I was two
days in and this diet was already driving me insane!!! One day i even found myself crying into a carton because i had finished it. I had hit a new low.
However difficult, I
continued on and the weight fell off! I dropped a stone in a week and a half
and felt fantastic for a week or two until the weight just piled back on when I
returned to my reasonably balanced diet.
Don’t get me wrong; the
Cambridge diet was a gruelling experience for me because I don’t think that my
body was mentally or physically prepared to consume no real solid food. I
hadn’t spoken to a Cambridge consultant and literally pulled my meal plan out
of thin air and its safe to say that I made a bad decision.
Like all diets, they work for
some people and not for others. I was a reasonably healthy weight and didn’t
need to drop a stone in a week and a half, which is why my body felt such a
strain. I wouldn’t say the Cambridge diet is terrible and nobody should go on
it because that would be wrong but I will say, be careful and talk to a
consultant. Don’t do what I did and put yourself through mental and physical
pain. I’ve seen this diet do fantastic things for people. You just have to go
about it the right way.
A x
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Thursday, 5 March 2015
Embrace your insecurities.
This is a very personal subject for me but if I can
help just one person from this post then I’ll feel like I have achieved
something.
I spent years of my life beating myself up about my
weight. I still do now. I constantly criticised the way that I looked. I found
myself looking in the mirror pinching parts of my body wondering what it would
be like if that bit of fat wasn’t there. I thought if my hips were smaller and
my thighs didn’t touch maybe people would look at me differently. I was 15 when
I endured my first diet after crying hysterically to my mum as the scales told
me I weighed 8 and a half stone. 119lbs.
15 years old and my biggest problem was that I was 9lbs over the average weight
for my height and age.
I was a teenage girl and I felt like I had the weight
of the world on my shoulders (quite literally.) I found myself googling ways to
dramatically lose weight fast. In my mind I wondered how quickly I could lose a
stone. Thinking back now I question how bad it would have been if my mind set
had continued on this way into my early adulthood.
I then endured my first heartbreak, which I thought
was the end of the world, as I knew it. For anyone that has been through their
first heartbreak then you’ll know it’s the hardest of them all. Food became
unsightly and my body had gone into starvation mode. This means at first, it
stores up all the food that you digest and then after a while your body
basically eats itself. At that time I was unaware of how it could cause health
issues and even eating disorders.
I was lucky enough to have an amazing family and great
group of friends. I never got to the point where I became ill because of my
eating but if I had continued to act the way that I was, I could have ended up
seriously ill or even dead.
Don’t get me wrong. I still have periods where I take
on wacky and unhealthy diets but I make sure that this is all in moderation with
a reasonably healthy routine. I will talk about my experiences with these in
later posts.
I ask for everyone reading this to take a moment to
think, people have feelings that are so easily hurt by words. I’d never wish
for anybody to have the mind set that I had about my body and that I still have
from time to time. Not a day goes by when I don’t look in the mirror and wish
there was something I wanted to change but don’t we all have moments like that.
If you are someone reading this that is insecure about your body or the way you
look, embrace it, but do so without putting yourself through physical or
emotional distress and remember, everyone is different, but isn’t that what
makes you, you.
A x
15 year old me
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Saturday, 28 February 2015
Boys: makeup is for our benefit, not yours.
I
don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse that I have perfected the art of
contouring to push my cheekbones up to my eyes, dramatically increasing the
size of my lips and making my eyebrows look like they do not only consist of a
few transparent looking hairs. But let me take a moment to say that I didn’t
spend 3 years of my life watching YouTube tutorial videos so that I could be
aesthetically pleasing to the opposite sex. I wear make up because it makes me feel
a little less tatty around the edges.
-Placing
the eyeliner pencil and swooping it across my upper eyelid to create a perfect
line and wing.
-Smiling
so the apples of my cheeks are visible to place my blusher just in the right
place.
-Allowing
my lip liner to be placed just outside the real lines of my lips to create a
more voluptuous look.
To
me, these give me the best feeling in the world, especially if I’m feeling a
bit down. When I see myself with no makeup on I feel somewhat Cinderella pre
fairy godmother transformation. No I don’t mean I think I’m a Disney princess
or even worthy of royal status, I mean without makeup I feel I may as well be
cleaning floors but with it on “I shall go to the ball.”
It’s
not even just the wearing make-up part that I love. One of my biggest loves in
life is when I achieve perfectly blending my urban decay eye shadow onto my
lids. I treat my face like a canvas and therefore my make-up is like my
artwork. No man will ever understand the true skill it takes a girl to achieve
the perfect wing on their eyeliner or drawing in the perfect peak of the
eyebrow. (Unless you are a man that
wears make-up)
So
lads, stop ripping us for trying to look pretty and feel good about ourselves.
Lets be honest, the real reason you think that the transformation from plain
Jane to Jessica Rabbit is for you is because the most part when you see us
we’re wearing makeup and quite frankly, you’re probably jealous you don’t have
something similar to enhance your handsomeness, or lack of.
Here’s
a final word for the men reading this. My sister always says when I’m getting
ready for a night out and I’ve got all my make-up done I look at myself in the
mirror and make a whole array of pouty faces, but I do it because I love me a
little more that I did before. Not because I want you to love me.
A x
A x
me and my bestie with our faces on x
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