Body Image

I have always been skinny.

Ever since I was a little girl, my mother would have to 'take in' my trousers and skirts, because I had such a slim waist. I've always wanted to be a little 'fuller', especially now, but I can't do anything about it, because being slim runs in my family- I'm thin, my sister's thin, my mam's thin and so is my dad, so even if I ate 6 million calories a day, I would still be the same, skinny arms and a tiny waist.

I have always been really insecure about my weight. I've never been anorexic and I've never suffered from any sort of an eating disorder, I always eat till I'm full, but I've still stayed skinny and there's nothing that I know I can do about it.

However, I still get comments on my weight. Things like 'You're like a stick!' and 'Ohmygod you are sooo skinny' I've been hearing since forever, and I'm so used to them that I don't even hear them anymore, but they still stay in my concience and when I'm feeling really down, they creep out and slap me in the face and bring me down deeper, but this post isn't about me moaning. It's about that being called a stick is as hurtful as being called fat.

Most people would never believe that in a million years, because they think that being called a stick is a compliment, but its the truth. I'm skinny and I know I'm skinny, so there is no need to rub it in! I don't go up to girls that maybe aren't as stick thin as I am, and I don't start calling them fat, so don't be calling me a bloody stick!

The irony is, that people actually believe that having your slim figure rudely pointed out and over exaggerated is a compliment. But what you need to know is that girls will never, ever, ever take being called a stick a compliment- just like girls with curves will never, ever, ever take being called fat a compliment.

Especially nowdays- and this really effects teenage girls in my opinion- there is the unbelievable pressure to look like a grown up young lady, i.e., have the body of Marilyn Monroe and be able to strut it and show it off on nights out wearing tight dresses.

Coming up to discos and things like that, I spend hours deciding what I'm going to wear and will it make me look too skinny? or make it look like I've no boobs? Or maybe my waist will look freakishly small? I try outfits on and off, and invite my friends over to get their opinion, and ending up wearing something completely different as to what I was originally planning to wear, because I look like a normal person in this dress, and it dosen't matter if I don't end up wearing my new shorts, becouse this playsuit is better.

I'm not the only one undergoing remarks about my slim figure. I know girls that are absolutely lovely, but are thin and people do comment on their weight and are sometimes really rude. So I'm standing up for thin girls everywhere. Thin girls that get comments on their weight, thin girls that get called 'sticks', thin girls that wish they weren't so slim and can do nothing to 'fatten' themselves up. I'm one of these girls and my weight is none of your business, so don't comment on it. You don't know how we feel about our bodies, so don't assume we love them.

Gaby x

Heels Heels Heels :)

If there's one thing you need to know about me, it's that I love high heels.

It all began when I was 12. I always adored shoes and had recently discovered extremely high heels, and could not get them out of my mind. I remember the first time I saw them. I can't remember that well, but I think it was in a magazine. Soft, baby pink faux leather. 14 cm heel, and 3 cm platform, with a small strap and a pink bow attached to it. They were pretty, and I wanted them oh-so-badly. I had absolutely no where to wear them, and absolutely no chance in hell of being able to walk in them, but it didn't matter. I could sit on the couch, have them on my feet and stick my legs in front of me and look at them all day long, and show them off to my friends when they came round. They were only available online, and in Dublin, and had a 60 euro price tag, so I knew the chances of me bringing them home with a huge grin on my face and stuffing my feet in them were less than slim.

Then, as I started taking heed of all these lovely shoes that were around me when I walked into a shop, my knowledge and love for heels spread like a house on fire. The higher the better, no matter how much my mother disproved. The higher the platform, the more bright the colour, the more 'V' shaped the heel. The higher the price tag too, and designer shoes made me melt. Of course, I didn't buy every single pair I loved, I just observed and told myself I had no where to wear them, which was the ugly truth.

I think my love of shoes also kick started my appreciation for fashion. Well, it was quite simple really- you can't wear glitzy gold courts with sweatpants. So I started looking at clothes, and choosing them carefully so that they can match my shoes, and reading Vogue, repeating the fancy names of french designers over and over, and wishing badly I owned at least a piece out of their latest collection, not because it was pretty or even might have suited me, but because it was designer and I badly needed it if I was completely devoted to fashion.

Anyway, here are the pair of shoes I discovered whilst surfing the internet a couple of days ago. I think they're Christian Louboudin, and there is a blue version which is gorgeous too, but the black ones are equally as stunning.


                                   

Gaby x