Here are the amazing things I’ve loved in March (and yes, this is what my hair looks like when I’m pin curling it…):
Do you want to know where to get my March Favourites! Follow the links:
Layrite Supershine Hair Pomade: https://goo.gl/Pnf1Gz
Lemsip Max: https://goo.gl/YzlhCy
Mercadona (place of dreams): https://goo.gl/fNKE18
Clara’s Sugar Free Flan: https://youtu.be/ABmGfVuzqdM
Maybelline Colour Show Nail Polish: https://goo.gl/1cH75h
Nail Varnish Remover: https://goo.gl/R2kwa5
Fashion and disability aren’t generally words we see in the same sentence. In 2008 I was part of a BBC3 show called Britain’s Missing Top Model, which aimed to redress the lack of diversity in the modelling world… yes, 2008. The fashion world has made strides forwards in the years since when it comes to size and the industry. This is largely thanks to bloggers and plus sized women being able to share their own stories and take control of the message. Yet there are definitely still gaps in the market.
The way we look isn’t just important in terms of our own identity, it also impacts on how others see us. I continued to curl my hair whilst I was living in hospital- even when I barely had energy to read. Or eat.
It was not only a refusal to give up on who I am (technically a girl with straight hair but that’s never felt very ‘me’!) but a realisation that taking care of one’s outside also affects the way people treat you. Although before becoming ill I liked vintage fashion and bright colours, they took on a special meaning for me afterwards. I didn’t have to be the girl people stared at when she walked in because she was shuffling or had to be helped. Instead I could be the girl in the beautiful dress with a fancy headband- so they didn’t even notice those other things!
When you’re in a wheelchair, or walking with a stick or looking slightly like a fool because you can’t hear what on earth’s going on and all you have left is the blank smile- people are going to look at you anyway. You might as well give them something to look at. Something that is your choice.
I don’t choose a specific era, I just wear what I like and what makes me happy.
I’m a big believer in not giving in to negativity. If I feel sad, I want to watch a happy film, do fun things and wear bright colours. My style is feminine but not girlie- I don’t own many pink things or paint my nails but… I also don’t own a pair of trousers! It’s easy to wear but looks difficult: comfortable, beautiful dresses that look complex from the outside.
I don’t wear my hair to cover my hearing aids. Even when I wore hideous NHS beige wrist splints all day, every day for a year I didn’t cover them. My splints were amazingly helpful and covering them wouldn’t be for me.
It would have been to make other people feel better.
Yes, covering up would have taken away the momentary awkwardness for others. But I’m proud of my aids, I’m proud of me and I’m proud of the way I dress. It’s flouncy, colourful, and… occasionally freakily eccentric.
Body confidence is something I think we all struggle with, we all have our ups and our downs. I don’t believe there is such a thing as the ‘genetic lottery’ (says the girl with the genetic disability!)- someone could be the ideal picture of what is considered attractive and still have issues with the way they look and equally, someone else can have a part of their body that is off-putting to others but genuinely doesn’t bother them.
I have a double scoliosis; that’s a double curvature of the spine. A 45 degree angle at the top and a 45 degree angle at the bottom. My ribs at the top go one way and at the bottom go another way. The right side of my body has a little waist and then lots of muscle at the shoulder and the left is just straight down so it has to carry all of my upper weight at the waist and has a lot of muscle here.
It really does hurt as much as it sounds. I take huge amounts of painkillers daily. Sometimes it feels like I have hot pokers being stabbed between my vertebra and then wrenched. Mainly it’s just a general ache similar to dropping a huge book on your foot.
If I were to have my spine straightened the operation would mean breaking all of my ribs at the front and the back, screwing a metal rod to my spine and then attaching each rib to that rod again.
As tempting as it is to become the female Wolverine… I genuinely don’t care enough to do something about it. I have bigger issues: my hair is naturally straight.
And not just a little straight. Really, really, straight. Now that bothers me.
I will happily walk around in just a bikini top, anyone can see my bent spine and lumpy muscly bits sure, whatever. But please don’t do a close up of my teeth!
I also had a mini stroke and now can’t feel the left side of my face plus it moves very slowly. That one sided little smirk? This is paralysis, I’m not actually flirting with you… or am I?
The point is, we all have body issues and no one really cares about yours, they’re too busy thinking about their own. Choose one part of your body that you can control- your hair for example- and channel all of your issues into that.
World peace. Solved.