This week YouTube has been celebrating International Women’s Day by creating the #DearMe movement, where a whole lot of wonderful female YouTubers write a letter to their younger self via a video. I follow A LOT of YouTube accounts and when I saw this, I just thought that I really wanted to write a letter to younger me.
I’d love to hear what advice you have for your younger self – and if you’re feeling brave, share it via video because I would love to see it.
Although it starts off a little slow, I am very new to this video blogging thing, so please watch it with an open heart. Here is my letter to young Miranda:
Sometime in the last couple of months, I decided to change the subtitle of my blog from ‘Affordable. Achievable. Delicious’ to ‘Because you, my friend, are a total freaking babe’. Maybe you noticed the change? Maybe you were confused by it? I know a few people have been because I’ve been asked why it isn’t food related, so I thought it deserved a bit of explanation.
You know how sometimes something smacks you in the face and makes you realise that you’ve been ignoring something for way too long? This photo was that for me, on Easter weekend 2013
In the last year or so I’ve gained a lot of self-esteem and confidence in everything about myself and it feels incredible! I can happily say I am now in a position where I don’t look in the mirror and automatically criticise myself, I don’t worry about what other people will think about my outfit in ways that has me almost tearing out my hair (which I used to do almost daily) and I wear make-up for the fun of it. Even when my self-esteem was at it’s lowest, I knew that there were more important things about me than the way I looked, but for some reason, that niggly voice in the back of my head was very loud and very powerful and made me doubt myself over things that I knew weren’t that important. Getting dressed, even just to go to uni was a big task, let alone to go out and see my friends and I agonised over things like not being as quick-witted as some of my friends, or at quoting things that were relevant and hilarious at the time. Continue reading
Growing up, my Mum always encouraged us to be creative. She would do oil paintings, pastel drawings (I still remember my favourite one of my sister in the Gardens in Canberra as a toddler with the curliest hair you’ve ever seen and a hot pink thick winter jumpsuit), water colours and sometimes even bring home a big slab of clay for us to create with. I’ve known how to knit most my life, and my Mum couldn’t wait to buy both my sister and I a sewing machine on each of our 22nd birthdays, because that was what she was given for her’s. I used to organise ‘Crafternoons’ with my friends a few years ago too, so we’d get together with delicious snacks and tea and create something for the fun of it while chatting away. Continue reading
The holidays and celebrations have been fun and fabulous and overindulgent and full of loved ones, but now that the last of it (Australia Day) is over, it’s time to hit ‘Refresh’, and get back to every day life. I don’t know about you, but the opportunity to hit refresh is never properly taken advantage of by me unless I have something to spur myself on, so I’m creating ‘The Feb Refresh’.
Happy New Year gorgeous folk!
I hope you’ve had a fantastic holiday season – between an orphan Christmas with friends, copious Christmas parties and my first New Years at Woodford Folk Festival, dancing to Sex On Toast and staying up to watch the sunrise, mine has been pretty terrific!
Sex On Toast in all their outrageous glory:
You can read Part One here.
On Friday morning, slightly bleary-eyed, I woke up with the excited realisation that today was the day I had come here for; I was going to the Bupa Blog Awards!
To give you an idea of how excited I was, I was dressed, make-up and hair done and purse packed and ready an hour and a half before I needed to leave, and my goodness, was I impatient! I decided that as I had a spare ticket, I would invite one of the other hostel guests to be my plus one, and luckily for me, Mitch, the American (who to my extreme jealousy was going to see Ben Folds live at the freaking Opera House that night!) had just purchased some clean duds to wear to such an event, and just happened to be free. Continue reading