Why I became a Blogger

Hey everyone, Helen back again and as promised in the last post I want to tell you why I became a blogger. The reason why is simply because writing makes me feel like I have a friend, someone I can talk to without fear of reproach. The reason why I didn’t choose a niche like fashion or beauty is that I am not that type of girl, I am a social recluse, not a complete bookworm, not a tomboy not a girly girl. I don’t really have a label, I suppose I am an eclectic soul, like a sphere I have an infinite amount of facets to me. I love reading crime fiction, watching mystery tv, as much as I loathe saying this when the mood strikes me cleaning can be very comforting to me. I am a creature of comfort I find solace in a noisy coffee shop where I can shut off my thoughts.

The reason behind the name: Helen L Writes, is simply my name and because I am an aspiring writer. I wish I could say there was some deeper meaning behind it all, but I wanted the name to be me, something that I could make a name for myself out of.

I used to have this a4 ring binder as a kid where I used to keep my writings and just some a4 paper punched into it. It was my diary. I could write whatever I wanted to in there and because it looked like another school binder no one ever looked into it. I guess having that little black binder gave me the inspiration to write and just be me. Coincidentally I now prep my posts in an a4 binder. Maybe one day I’ll show you it

Hey Girls,

This is a message to all the girls of the world. You are beautiful

Ok so today I was out shopping for myself in my favorite stores’, charity shops and I got some great deals.
But when I went into conventional stores like Quiz to see what styles were in dress wise this winter for my formal I got really disheartened to see all the mannequins dressed in size 6 or below. OK, I get that they are mannequins but why are they so skinny. That doesn’t represent the female form in anything other than anatomy. We need to see mannequins that have big bottoms wide thighs big chests. Apple pear hourglass banana rectangle every shape. Every size. Not just the generic one size fits all. If it looks good on a skinny mannequin and you are curvaceous like me does that give you a good idea of what it’s gonna be like on? No! I went into TkMaxx the other week to buy¬†homewear but stopped by modbox as I like looking at the styles of the season and my heart sank like a stone I broke down because when I lifted my size in a beautiful olive dress it looked like a stick would barely fit in it. Clothing companies need to have a regulatory size for all clothing, not one shop one shape. I’m sick of it. We are teaching our children it’s okay to be sticks. Food is the enemy. In my head, I’ve grown up with good role models but as a teen, I got pressured by the media to be a certain way. I’m now 25 and to this day I am the most self-critical person I strip of at night and all I want to do is cry because I see something isn’t perfect I have tiger striped legs that make me feel like I’m walking with 2 big tree trunks attached to me. But in all honesty, they are a part of me that makes me stronger because I know that I’m not happy with the way I look. I try to improve myself in ways that make me feel empowered like wearing well-fitting clothes and putting the mask of happy on. If I wear it long enough it may end up sticking and il be happy again.