Showing posts with label story time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label story time. Show all posts
Monday, 27 March 2017
Saturday, 31 December 2016
Falling In Love With Fear
Fear rules our life.
Constantly.
Fear of doing badly in school.
Fear of making a bad impression.
Fear of not getting that job.
Wednesday, 16 November 2016
Getting Over My Fears For Gears
| Photo by SARBPhotography |
I have this vivid memory of walking out of a fish and chip shop with my mum when I was six. This was in our mini shopping area, about a cluster of six shops. It was a beautiful sunny day and I had gotten a sausage supper. I was so excited to eat it, right before I was knocked down.
Monday, 22 June 2015
Story Time: Going Out With A Pop (Part 2)
I'm not exactly a social butterfly when it comes to college.
I mostly had my best friend, a few people I enjoyed speaking regularly to, but I wasn't known for being talkative. I've always kept to myself basically.
So I go into college, and it's basically the last day before summer. We are hanging up our work for the
I mostly had my best friend, a few people I enjoyed speaking regularly to, but I wasn't known for being talkative. I've always kept to myself basically.
So I go into college, and it's basically the last day before summer. We are hanging up our work for the
Friday, 19 June 2015
Story Time: Comfort Confidence
I've never been comfortable in shorts.
I always hated my legs and my body. Don't worry though, this isn't about the media.
I have always suffered finding jeans that fit right. I never liked trying on shorts because I was always subconscious that I'd have to buy a bigger size for them to be comfortable around my thighs and it made me feel awful. And ashamed of my body. I hated the idea of buying bigger shorts to be comfortable so I never bothered.
I always hated my legs and my body. Don't worry though, this isn't about the media.
I have always suffered finding jeans that fit right. I never liked trying on shorts because I was always subconscious that I'd have to buy a bigger size for them to be comfortable around my thighs and it made me feel awful. And ashamed of my body. I hated the idea of buying bigger shorts to be comfortable so I never bothered.
Labels:
acceptance,
jeans,
sarb,
sarbthoughts,
shopping,
shops,
shorts,
sizes,
story time,
summer,
thoughts,
weight
Thursday, 18 June 2015
Story Time: A Hobbling Fool (Part 1)
"We said this year was going to be different!" My former best friend argued.
We had just moved into a student flat together along with my boyfriend and two other people. We had promised that we were going to be more social and outgoing, and lo and behold, we had been invited to a party. I wasn't sure about attending; I was tired and planned on having a chilled night in. But she pursued relentlessly so I caved and dragged my boyfriend with us. We got ready and went to the
Labels:
drunk,
friend,
funny,
hobble,
hospital,
hungover,
injury,
knee,
ligament,
party,
sarb,
sarbthoughts,
story time,
tear,
thoughts,
torn
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