In a world of people being who they are not... Be the person you are!!!!

Pencil skirts and Portafino shirts.... Denim shorts and hooded tops... Straight laced... Foul mouthed... Neat buns.... Messy curls... Perfect soft pink lips... smudged eye liner... Educated and Intelligent... Ditzy and clumsy... who is the real me? Does it need to be a choice? Can we really not have our cake and eat it when it comes to ourselves? Well I say if you baked it... own it and eat the fucking thing! If there is one person in this world who hates the phrase YOLO but loves the meaning You Only Live Once, its this Cinderella.

Who decides who you are? Society? I'm in my 30's and I still I see two separate worlds before me. I see people who have aged way before their time and act like they are in their 50's and I see people who should be owning it in their mid lives and are still struggling to keep up but what's stopping us from having it all? We live in a world of motivational pictures, social trending quotes telling us to be all we can be and an era where hardly anything IF anything is impossible (okay maybe if you are trying to fly yourself that' s going to be a little hard but hey they say its aerodynamically impossible for a Bee to fly yet we all know how that ends so there is hope yet.. ), so why do we find it so hard for ourselves to BE ourselves?

Why are we so scared to be more than one stereotype or more than what we were made for? I'm not saying everyone has to have two personalities... that's just stupid... (Or that's just me, I'm still figuring it out), but if there are multiple parts to us why is so hard for others to accept? Why can we not be fun and serious? Why cant we be smart and casual? Intelligent and doff? Funny and dry? Tidy and a lil scattered? Who the fuck knows? All I know that is wont let society pigeon hole me and tell me who I am supposed to be.

If I want to wear a pretty floral frock one day and slum it in my jeans and snow boots the next that's my prerogative. If I want to dance like Brittany to radio music at my desk but rock out to Great White while I'm cooking supper that's MY choice. If I want to deal with numbers all day and paint all night – that's again for ME to decide. I'm happy with who I am cos it took me 31 fucking long hard years to get here and I wont let short sighted strangers who's met for all of 5 seconds, or an acquaintance who thinks they know me, judge me on that.

Be the best YOU you can be!

That's all that matters!

Xxx