Have Courage and Be Kind

My darling girl,

This week you’re going to turn four months old, and I’m already dumbfounded by where the time has gone.

Gone are the days of 3oz bottles and our Teen Mom 2 marathons at 1AM during a night feed, and gone are the days of your newborn cry. Instead that baby who was once so dependant has been replaced by a fiery, funny independent little girl with the best personality.

A little girl who wants so desperately to be able to sit up, to show anyone and everyone her feet that she’s recently discovered, to spend her life under her play gym instead of in your arms and loves nothing more than a raspberry being blown on her tummy.

The newborn cry has been replaced with new sounds depending on how you’re feeling. You have different cries for different needs, you have an angry shout and a beautiful giggle to match your beautiful smile.

The past four months have been a whirlwind and I’m left thinking “did I enjoy them enough?”, “Should we have cuddled more?”, “Should you want to be so independent already?” and the ever-present “am I doing it* correctly?”. *it being motherhood

We’re four months in to your precious life and that has had me thinking about all the wonderful things that lay before us. Your first steps, your first words, your first birthday… all of your firsts. Will time ever slow down or will I be left feeling exactly the same as I do now when I sit in your empty bedroom when you move out? Will I remember those night feeds as I do up your wedding dress? Will I always see the little fiery girl who lays beside me now?

Parents have numerous hopes for their children. Hopes of great educations and successful jobs. Hopes of love and friendships. Hopes of travel and adventure.

For you, Hallie, I hope two things. I hope that throughout your life you will always have courage and always be kind. If you’re able to do these two things, then the rest will come.

I wish for you to have the courage to pursue your dreams – whatever they may be, and that you have the ability to ignore those who doubt them. I hope you have the courage to take your life in the direction you wish, to share it with those you love and admire, and to enjoy every single moment of it. Have the courage to stand up for yourself against bullies, whatever guise they enter your life under. Have the courage to tell people no – unless it’s when you’re a toddler and the thing asked of you is to put on your shoes. In that case please just put on your shoes

Have the courage to live life to the fullest, and know that you will forever be loved unconditionally.

Be kind to everyone you meet, for you never know what someone is going through. Be kind to those who are unkind, as those are the ones who need kindness most. Be kind to your parents – old age doesn’t come itself, and again, those night feeds brought some wrinkles along with those precious memories. Be kind to your friends, they will love you regardless of the decisions you make.

Most importantly though, my darling girl, be kind to yourself. Know that you are valued, loved and adored. Know that you have changed lives in these short four months. Know that you deserve happiness and adventure. Know that you will make mistakes, but that everyone has and continues to do so too. Know that everyone who looks like they have it all together, could just be really great actors.

Take time to have a bath, take time to read, to watch that trashy TV show. Take time for you, make time for you and always, always, remember that your dad and I will be cheering you on. Always.

We got this, Stinker.

Three is the magic number.

X

Merry Christmas, Everyone!

Hello strangers!

It’s been a while, hasn’t it?! I’ve been so busy with life in the real world that I’ve been struggling to keep my poor little blog updated. But here I am two days before Christmas holed up in my boyfriend’s bedroom and making sure that I have some time to up date you all as we come to the end of another roller coaster of a year!

2013 has definitely been a roller coaster, but thankfully with more ups than downs. This is the first year where I have felt that I’ve definitely figured out who I am and where I want to go in life, and that is honestly the best feeling in the world. I know who I am and for once I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be in life. I’ve never had that before, I’ve never felt so settled and comfortable in my own skin, and I guess you could say that is down to a few factors. Let’s see what those factors are, shall we?

1. Confidence – This year I made a resolution to myself that I was going to try and be more confident in my appearance and start wearing clothes that I would normally lust after but never actually purchase. I’ve always hidden behind the fact that I’m not really a girly girl in order to get away with not wearing pretty dresses or short skirts, but this year I promised myself that I was going to start wearing whatever the hell I liked, and if people had an issue with that then that was there problem. It’s been a year of bright colours, short skirts, dresses and no shame. It has been such a liberating feeling to go out wearing clothes that I like and not feel bad for wearing them. Sure, now and then I’ll get a comment or a stare, but I don’t care about those anymore. They would have destroyed me a while ago, but now I know that it’s their issue; not mine. I’m comfortable in my skin, I’m happy in my life and what I wear does not define me as a person.

2. People – Being surrounded by loving and supportive people has helped greatly in my journey to self acceptance. I’ve got great friends, a wonderful close family who support me no matter what, a fantastic college class full of a mixture of the most talented and odd people that I’ve ever met – they’ve definitely got me through the first term of college, but more on that later!- and of course, last but not least, I have the love of a good man to get me through even my darkest moments. He makes everything seem safe and that is a wonderful feeling. He’s been in my life for six months now, but it feels like he’s always been there. We’re just two matching pieces of a puzzle, and it feels absolutely lovely to share that bond with someone.

3. Belief – As you all know, I’m not the religious type. But that does not mean that I don’t have a belief system, it simply means that I believe in something a little different from the majority of today’s society. I believe in people, and I think that if more people did then the world would be a much nicer place. I believe that no matter how anxious I feel about something, it will no be the end of the world. I believe that every little thing that happens in our lives happens for a reason. I believe that what is for us will not pass us by, and I believe that it is our duty to grab those things with both hands and make the moments perfect instead of waiting for the perfect moments.

So there, the three things that have made this year my most self-confident year yet. I’m so content with life right now that there are only a few things that could knock me off of this cloud; but I’m not going to discuss them in this post. This post is a yearly roundup and I’m hoping to leave it on a positive note!

So, top ten things that happened this year?

  •  Deciding that life isn’t about what other people think
  • Interviewing one of my idols, Rae Earl
  • Being given my own column in the Konect Directory
  • Landing a job as a photography intern
  • Starting college and learning more and more about photography
  • Meeting Andrew and finding the wonderful love that we share
  • Coffee mornings for DLYG
  • Hitting 5,000 followers on the Don’t Lose Your Grip twitter account!
  • Reconnecting with my oldest niece, Chloe
  • Being proud of the person that I am today

It may not be the longest list in the world, but if I were to go through every great thing that happened this year then I would be here all day.

Over the years I’ve learned that life isn’t about physical things, but in the moments that surround you every day. This year has been full of wonderful moments that I will never forget, and the majority of those would not have happened had it not been for the people that are in my life. The people who are by my side no matter what.

As we come close to the end of the year, my head is full of ideas and hope for 2014. There are a lot of people out there who can’t wait for this year to be over, but to be honest I’m sitting here daring next year to try and be better than this year, and I’m sure it will be.

I want to wish all of you a magical Christmas and wonderful new year when it comes. Keep your eyes peeled for a more in depth update in the new year that will include a run-down of our hopes for Don’t Lose Your Grip and Chrisselle.com in 2014. Things are getting exciting, and I’m so glad that I get to share this journey with you all.

Much love,

Chrisselle xox

Family of The Twenty-First Century

Society changes every generation it seems, and it would look like not only our society, but also our needs and wants as humans are changing. Family used to be what the world revolved around, but with more and more families breaking up and us becoming more and more reliant on our friends – be them best friends from school, family friends or even friends we have met online, there is definitely substance to the saying.

“The family of the 21st century is made up of friends, and not relatives.”

In my case, this is extremely true. Although I may come from a large family, we aren’t the closest bunch in the world. This does not mean that I care for them any less than anyone else cares for their family, it simply means that to me, family simply means that you’re related and share some traits and genes. I, however, am a firm believer in nurture over nature.

I share very few personality traits with my family – and that isn’t a bad thing. It means that I’ve always been known for my individuality and for my ability to think independently, even from a young age. If it wasn’t for my ability to do this, then I wouldn’t have the courage to pursue the things that I do, and always have done. I’ve always thought differently from the rest of my family, and I’d say that this is a sign of nurture over nature.

I was brought up to believe in myself and supported to do what I wanted to do with my life. Whether it was my dreams of being a teacher up until I turned 11, my urge to move to America as soon as I turned 16 or my hopes and dreams of being a writer and a photographer – the dreams that I’m living just now – then I knew that I could always count on my immediate family to back me up.

But, as I grew up and started taking full control of my own life, and the people that I share it with, then that ‘immediate’ family has grown – and not because my parents had more children, but simply because I had this beautiful ability to choose the people that I got to share my life with. I think the best example of this is my relationship with my oldest best friend, Danielle.

Danielle and I have been best friends since we (ironically) met at a youth group for people who couldn’t make friends easily. We hit it off straight away with a day full of laughing and general loveliness and ten years down the line I’m extremely proud to be able to call her my best friend.

The thing is, she’s more than a best friend – she’s a sister. Now, I’m not one for clichés but there is genuinely no better way to describe our relationship. No matter how bad things have got in my life, she’s been one of the constant things there to pick me up and dust me off when I’ve needed it, and she’s not afraid to point out when I’m wrong or being simply ridiculous either, because she knows that I appreciate her honesty and more importantly, the fact that she cares enough to be honest with me, no matter how lovely or brutal that honesty may be.

She’s never once got fed up of my dreaming, and if anything she’s been the biggest support of it. If at any point I start to doubt myself, then she is right by my side to remind me why I’m doing this and the things I have already accomplished. She’s my right arm, and I would be lost without her. She isn’t just my family though, she’s part of my family. She’s been accepted as part of my family by my immediate family, and that makes it even better.

“Blood makes you related. Loyality makes you family.”

Sharing genes does not necessarily make you family; the ability to love and support each other is the thing that makes you family.

I’m lucky enough to be blessed with an immediate family who I love to pieces, but I know that it’s not just because we share the same DNA; it’s because as well as being related, we are friends and we choose to be loyal to each other. My mother and big sister will always be my two biggest inspirations, and that isn’t because I happen to have the same blood as them. No, that’s completely irrelevant. The reason they inspire me is because they are both strong women who have overcome hardship and came out on the brighter side. And, they’re my friends.

Life is too short to spend it waiting on people accepting you for whom you are, or for trying to get on with people that you simply don’t get on with. Spend your life with the people you love, and the people who love you for being who you are.

Nobody should ever feel the need to change any part of themselves for the happiness of other people, the only thing you can do is be the best version of yourself that you can possibly be, and the most important part about being that, is that you make sure you’re being the best version of yourself for you and not anyone else.

Thanks for reading,
C xo

This is No Miraculous Life

Hi. I’m Chrisselle Mowatt, a 21 year old girl from a town in Scotland. It’s not a special town, or anything like that; the homes here were made for the masses and we’re all ridiculously overcrowded as a town and there isn’t really a sense of community. It’s any modern suburbia, really. There’s teens who loiter everywhere, there’s graffiti on nearly every surface possible, there’s cigarette butts and chewing gum all over the pavements, but there’s something that Livingston has brought me; It’s brought me life.

When I first moved to Livingston I was a confused 11 year old who had been taken from the only town she’d ever known, where everyone knew each other and you could walk down the street and see at least five people that you knew, or the neighbours would pop round for a coffee and keeping your door locked was something that was only done at night. Ten years, two breakdowns, three relationships, countless friendships made and lost and here I am; a 21 year old girl, living life to the full and starting the path to having the two careers of my dreams.

How it happened, I’ll never know. Some people say hard work, others say talent, but I say luck and support from those who matter. I honestly don’t know where I would be right now if it wasn’t for any of them, they all mean the world to me and they all know who they are. Sometimes I think about how different my path would have been had I not moved to Livingston all those years ago, and it terrifies me.

Just the other week there I was given the chance to write for the local Livingston magazine; The Konect Directory and it made me realise that although I’ve never really felt like a Livingston resident in all senses of the word, I do have so many ties here that I would never change for the world. I have my best friends, my wonderful family and jobs that I love. Not only am I now writing for Konect, but I’ve also been given an apprenticeship at Livingston based photographic studio itsPhotographic and I couldn’t be more overjoyed at that. I get on with everyone I work with and I class each of them as a friend instead of a colleague.

My friends have managed to put up with my dreaming since I left highschool; first I was going to move to America and become a journalist, then I was going to be a fashion designer, then I was going to be a teacher, then I was going to be a nursery nurse and now I’m going to be a writer, author, photographer and save the world- Not too much pressure then , eh? I honestly don’t know how they do it, but they believe in me and hold my hand each step of the way. They celebrate the highs with me and help me fix they lows; they’re the best kind of people you could ever wish for in life and I just hope that they’re in mine for good.

My family are another bunch of people who have patience that only a family could have. I’ve been resisting their “Why not be a carer?” “What about college?” enquiries for six years now, and it’s finally starting to pay off. The thing that is most rewarding though isn’t finally getting my dream jobs, it is seeing my parents proud of me and excited for my future; that’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted to do with my life was to make my parents proud and as long as I’m doing that then I’ll be happy.

Another, extremely special person that has the patience of a saint is my wonderful partner Anthony. He’s been there for me through some of the hardest times of my life, and yet somehow he’s  still here. He manages to deal with me better than even I do. He knows how to make me laugh when I feel like crying and he knows just what to say when I need that extra push of motivation to get something done. He keeps telling me that he’s proud of me, but here’s the truth; I’m proud of him. I’m proud to be able to call such a wonderful human being my partner and I cannot wait for what the future holds for us. I can’t thank him enough for all that he does for me, or for just how much he supports me. He’s the most wonderful person I’ve ever met, and that will never change.

I guess you could say that life is pretty perfect right now, well, as perfect as it can be for a depression and anxiety sufferer; I have my bad days, but so does everyone and right now there is a lot less bad days than there is good. I’m taking my meds, I’m sleeping more than I used to and I’m talking to people when I need to instead of letting everything build up like I used to. Life is great, and I finally feel like I’m getting somewhere instead of being stuck in a dead-end town with no prospects. The truth is that where you’re from doesn’t determine the person you are or the things that you will achieve in life. If you believe and work hard at making your dreams a reality then slowly but surely it will happen.

Don’t Lose Your Grip is also coming on leaps and bounds which is intensely exciting and rewarding. We have provisionally booked the Regal Theatre in Bathgate, West Lothian in order for us to put on a charity concert in July 2013 to raise money for SAMH (Scottish Association of Mental Health.) We are also going to be holding regular coffee mornings, bag packing days and other fundraising activities in order to raise the money to have to hold the main event. As soon as we have more plans set in stone, I will let you all know!

Once again I’d just like to thank you all so much for everything – whether it’s for supporting me or putting me down because you’ve both played a role in getting me to the place I am today. Life wouldn’t be the same if it wasn’t for everything I have been through and for the first time in my life, I can safely say that I don’t want to be anyone but me.

Thank you for reading, have a great week!
C xx

Diary Of Depression

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Well, when I say ‘diary’ I really mean that what this post is going to be about is pretty much how I go about living with depression. A lot of people won’t understand why I’m posting this, or maybe a lot of people who know me (even well) will ask me why I posted it in such a public form. But here’s the thing, I started a platform that encourages people to talk out about their mental health issues, eating disorders and self-harm. If I can’t speak out about my own issues, what gives me the right to tell others that it’s okay for them to talk out about theirs?

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Shiny Happy People

Hey guys! I realise that it’s been forever since I last updated you all, and for those that are interested a proper update will be coming in the next few days! But for now, I think that I’m just going to spread some positivity by following the #50thingsilove trending topic on Twitter, and converting my fifty things into a blog post. I hope you guys enjoy it, and can maybe even relate to a few of them!

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Tell Me Something Good

Hey there guys! First of all I want to apologize for the lack of recent content lately, but life has just been pretty hectic. Whether it’s dealing with business, personal dramas or family duties, it’s all been happening! But I thought it was time to share some thoughts with you guys, and to give you all something to think about.

Friendships, family and relationships all have two things in common; Love and respect. But the thing that the majority of society seems to forget is that these two things shouldn’t just be limited to the people we care about, or those that care about us, they should be something that we treat every day with, and the people that we encounter in those days.

I can understand that everyone has different views of the world and everything that goes on in it, but the majority of people also seem to have the same negative view on the things that are wrong with the world, instead of a positive view of the things that are right.

I’m lucky, and I’ve been pretty lucky the majority of my life when it comes to friendship. I’ve encountered some of the loveliest people and they’ve all had an impact on my life in one way or another. Sure, things don’t always work out the way they were supposed to, and friendships end for one reason or another, but that doesn’t take anything away from the friendship that at one point did exist.

I’ve been blessed with some really incredible friends over the years, and I’m proud to say that the majority of them are still strong to this day. These people have been with me through everything, or they’ve came into my life at just the right time and supported me since that very day. Friendship is about believing in each other, it’s about supporting whatever crazy idea your friends come up with. It’s about the simple things like sharing a bag of Doritos while you pour your heart out to someone you know will understand exactly what you’re going through, and even if they don’t understand it completely, they’ll loan you their shoulder to cry on.

Family is like a life long friendship, where you just happen to share the same genes. It’s about supporting each other through the good and bad times, and no matter how that person may have upset you in the past, knowing that you would hand someones ass to them on a plate if they were to hurt a member of your family. It’s sticking up for someone even if you don’t quite think they’re in the right. It’s about being so pissed off at them that you just laugh and forget about it because they mess up the words they were trying to say.

Relationships? They’re the ones that take all of the above and mold it into something wonderful. There’s not a feeling like sharing so much of yourself with just one other person and knowing that you would lay down your life for them if the moment ever called for it. It’s about waking up and them being your first thought, unintentionally. It’s about them invading your dreams, even if it’s the weirdest dream you’ve ever had. It’s about spending an hour in a store picking dessert because you’re too busy enjoying the time together. It’s about respecting each other so much, that even if you don’t agree on something, it doesn’t matter.

At the end of the day, the three things above boil down to the two things I mentioned before; Love and respect. These two things are what defines the rich and the poor. Because if you have love and respect, you can have the best life possible, even if you don’t have much of anything else.

So what if half of the world doesn’t agree with your views? Have you ever thought that the amount of hate and angst you feel towards them is a mutual feeling? Instead of everyone forcing their views down other peoples throats, maybe they should take a second to think about how it has no effect on their life if someone else doesn’t agree with them.

You live your own life, you make your own rules, and you define the person you are. Never let anyone take that away from you.

Many thanks for reading and much love,
Chrisselle

Day Nine – This Moment Seems So Long

Hello lovelies! Well, as you can tell my whole 30 Days Of Blogs thing isn’t going exactly to plan, although I’m still going to continue doing it! I’ve not posted everyday, but I’ve done the closest to it that I could. But yeah, on to the blog.

Well, as far as weekends go, I’d say that I’ve had a pretty good one especially considering the week I’ve had. On Friday night I decided to stay at my brother’s house and his girlfriend and I had a sleepover. We watched a movie and ate cakes and pizza, it was just what I needed. Something else that made my night was seeing my nieces. If you remember in my last blog, I spoke about Isla and how she seems to make the world a better place with just one smile. Well, she did. On my way to Jenni’s I popped into the shop to pick up some goodies for us and just as I was heading for the checkout I saw my ex, now he wasn’t just any ex, no, he was the one that wrecked my trust of guys. I think what made seeing him worse, was the fact that he smiled at me. I don’t think I’ve been that angry in a long time, but as soon as I got into Jenni’s, Isla turned around and smiled at me with her arms up. The anger? Yeah, that completely disappeared.

 

I love my Isla Bee

Family is the one thing that I don’t really blog about much, which considering I come from a family with 12 kids, is pretty surprising. I don’t know why I don’t do it, probably because they piss me off so much at times that I have nothing to write about them. But one thing I ever write about is how much I love them. My family have seen me through so much, and even now they’re getting me through a hard time, one that we both know well.

Every family is different, and people would probably think that my family is pretty odd. I mean, to be honest with you, my family is an odd one. We’re really open with each other, and you’re guaranteed that if you’re spending time with my family you will be infected with laughter. We have a lot of fun, but it’s not all fun and games. You see, we were brought up with the mindset “If you can’t laugh at yourself, who can you laugh at?” We’ve all been through some really hard times, but it’s at those times that we’ve shown just how strong a family we are. When push comes to shove I know that my family will stand by me, and they know I’ll stand by them.

Speaking of family, you guys may remember how one of the facts in my 100 Facts About Me was that my sister was the only person that knew everything I’d been through. This weekend I’ve spent time with her and it’s so nice just to be able to spend time with her. She’s 29 weeks pregnant which means she’s only got 11 weeks until her babba is here. I’m so proud of her, she’s going to be such an amazing mum that words can’t even describe how lucky this baby is going to be. Yesterday we went and spent time with my dad, which is something we do every Sunday and on the way back we popped into the store and got the supplies to bake a cake. It was so much fun, and it made the week that’s been one of the toughest for me for a while end on a high.

The end product of a family Sunday.

I guess what this post is really about is family. It’s kind of a reminder to you guys and even to me, that family are the people that will love you endlessly, yeah they may piss us off and we my have ridiculous arguments. But at the end of the day, your family is where your life began, don’t take that for granted.

Love and thanks,
Chrisselle.

Day Eight – Dog Days Are Over

I don’t actually know what I’m going to blog about right now, but I’m just going to type what ever come to my mind.. or rather my heart. One or the other, but yeah I have a feeling this could get personal.

I was working on the DLYG Twitter account yesterday when I saw someone tweet a twitlonger of about 700 words, and each one of them was negative about the person that posted it. The only way to put how I felt into words is that it broke my heart.

People seem to have forgot what it’s like to be nice to each other, not only that, but they’ve forgot how to be nice to themselves. Too many people are living their life a certain way just to please other people, be it parents, friends, or other people that are close to them. But, at the end of the day, why should you live your life a certain way to make someone else happy? The only person that has to be happy with how you live is you. The people that really care about you will support you, no matter how they feel about it. At the end of the day, your life shouldn’t affect their’s.

It scares me how many people my age there is that don’t see a way forward, what terrifies me more is the fact that there’s people even younger than me that are so depressed that they only light they can see is suicide.

Life is about living, no matter how hard it can be. It’s about scraping your knees, getting a grass stain on your favourite pair of shorts, it’s about playing in the swing-park even though you’re a teenager. It’s about beautiful sights that you’re lucky to see, it’s about falling in love, it’s about doing what makes you happy. It’s about friends, family, BBQs, and anything else you can think of that puts a smile on your face. Life is about smiles.

Life isn’t something that you’re born knowing how to do. I’m still learning how to live, and I’m not afraid to admit it. I don’t think you ever stop learning really, I think you just learn how to cope with things differently.

Basically, what I’m saying is this: Don’t let someone live their life through you, do what makes you happy and enjoy it. Smile more, laugh more, see pretty sites, kiss with all of your heart, hug like you’re never going to let go and maybe, just maybe you’ll start to see the beautiful things that are left in the world.

Speaking of beautiful things, today I get to see my baby niece. I’ve not seen her in six weeks, now yeah, that may not seem like much to you. But I’m used to seeing her every other day, so you can imagine just how much I miss her! She has this ridiculous way of just making me smile even if she’s screaming about how she wants her pacifier. She’s 10 months old, and what gives her this power is her innocence. She doesn’t know what judgement is yet, and that’s something so pure. She doesn’t care who you are, if you look at her she’ll give you a huge gummy smile and a little giggle.

Maybe that’s what humanity needs? To forget what judgement is and to realize that we’re all human.

Much love and many thanks for reading,
Chrisselle.

Day Seven – Can’t Keep Me Down

After not having any inspiration as to what to blog about, I tweeted asking you guys what you wanted to hear about. @am_mf said she wanted  blog about self love and inspiration, and @MikeyMikeMNM said he wanted to know my guilty pleasures. So, this blog is (hopefully) going to incorporate all three! Wish me luck!

I’m going to start off with the easy one, and probably the most amusing one for you guys: My guilty pleasures. I’m not actually sure how to blog about this, so I think I’m just going to list them and explain each one.

My first ‘guilty pleasure’ that I can think of is probably kids TV. I’m turning 20 in September, and to be honest with you I’m not ashamed to say that I still watch some kids TV.. not this generation’s but my generation’s. The shows/movies I watch are; The Story Of Tracy Beaker, Even Stevens, Arthur, Mona the Vampire, Power Rangers, Pokemon, The Hoobs, Spongebob and My Parents Are Aliens, there’s probably a ton more, but those are the ones that come to mind. I don’t know why I do it, probably because they were/are good TV shows, they’ve got more character to them than half of the things on TV today, and let’s be honest, they kick even more ass when you can understand the jokes you missed the first time round. Another of my guilty pleasures is watching football with my dad, now I personally have no interest in football, but sitting watching the football with my dad reminds me of when him and my mom were still together and I’d get bored on a Sunday afternoon so I’d snuggle up with him and watch TV. I am a daddy’s girl after all. Elvis and country music are another; They remind me of growing up, and road-trips with my dad. You’re pretty much guaranteed to find some Elvis or country in many of my playlists.  F.R.I.E.N.D.S, yeah, that’s right if you follow me on Twitter you’ll know just how much of a guilty pleasure Friends is to me, I could probably quote all ten seasons. I love the show, the characters and all of the storylines that have been involved in the show over the years, there really is nothing that can beat it for me. Travelling, as most of you know, I travel a lot between Scotland and England and although it can be frustrating being on a bus so long, once I’m on it, I actually enjoy it. I’ve always enjoyed travelling, I find it exciting and I love being able to sit in silence with music and watch the landscape change every now and then. Chicken sandwiches, cereal, burritos, pasta, pizza and cake… These foods are the foods you need in your cupboard if a Chrisselle is coming to stay, I could literally live on these things alone. I swear I was Garfield in a previous life. Also: Irn Bru, that one doesn’t need explaining: I’m Scottish.

Now the inspiration part, after having a discussion with Anelene about how inspiring we found a love like P!nk and Carey Hart’s, Anelene decided that I should blog about it. I don’t really know what to say apart from the following few paragraphs that actually tie into a conversation I had with @hammyhavoc today.

Love is love. No matter how you put it, love is still love. I’m tired of love needing ‘rights’. Why should someone need a license to get married? Never mind be allowed the ‘right’ to be married? Love is about someone’s personality, it’s about having a bond with that person that you’ve never had with anyone. It’s something that no-one but the people in that relationship can understand. So who’s the government to say that two people can’t get married simply because they are of the same sex? Let’s face it, it’s rare to actually see two people get married simply because they’re in love anymore, regardless of sexuality. Marriage is a promise between two people to be there for each other no matter what, why should that be turned into something to do with the government, or even God for that matter? It should be between two people, not the world and his dog. It’s simply a promise between two people, and the last time I checked, you didn’t need any form of rights to make a promise.

Okay now onto the real tough one. Anelene said that she wanted me to blog about self love, now I could preach to you about how important it is to love yourself, or I could be honest with you. And today, I’m going to let you in, and show you how I cope with the difficulty that is self love.

Like I said in my #100FactsAboutMeBlog, I’m nowhere near being completely happy with myself. But I am so much closer than I was even this time last year. I used to literally hate almost every single part of me, but since meeting the people that I have met in the past year, they’ve inspired me to actually get to know me, and I guess, they’ve allowed me to like the person I’m becoming. I don’t quite know who that person is, but I am proud of her.

It seems that teenagers today are basically taught to hate themselves, and then to find someone to make them love themselves. But that’s not how it works guys, you have to have some form of love for yourself before you can even begin to love someone else, if not love you’ve got to have respect for yourself. And trust me, letting someone control your life with your heart strings is not having respect for yourself, you’ve got to be able to have your own opinions and you’re own life. What would you guys ever talk about if you agreed on everything and lived in each others pockets? You’ve got to remember to not lose the person you are while you’re looking for someone to love, otherwise what’s going to be left for them to love? I guess what I’m saying is this: Enjoy life, don’t pressure yourself into making decisions too fast, or get down when something doesn’t work out the first time, put it down to practice and remember that practice makes perfect.

 

All my love,
Chrisselle