The Magic of Puberty
I don’t know, I just had always assumed I would be this awkward lanky girl with eyes far too big for her face that no-one ever noticed. I never once thought that I would come to be told my eyes were gorgeous and that I was beautiful.
It seemed unfair that at the beginning of high school there were these girls with perfect features and hair that sat just the right way, effortlessly tied back and still looking flawless. Every time I ever tied my hair back I just looked even gawkier and disproportionate. I’ll never forget the time I was walking to class in year 8 and a senior asked me jokingly if I was meant to look like a grasshopper. I never fully understood what he meant by that but it made me feel terrible, in fact I just wished to carve my eyes down so they’d look like everyone else’s.
Eventually though I grew into my own and accepted the way I looked and flourished because of it. Now I’ve been chosen as a Grand Finalist for a modeling competition in London next year and I’m still gob smacked. I thought I’d forever be that awkward lanky girl, but it turns out that eventually everyone gets there, they get through what’s known as puberty and come out looking better than ever before. I guess in that way we’re like butterflies, although I wish I could use a different comparison as I’m deathly afraid of the creatures but it seems to be the only that fits right.
Buses are great
I am unashamedly obsessed with long bus rides. The majority of people I have met despise the contraptions as a) they’re always cramped b) the air con is too cold c) the drivers are rude and d) if you forget your headphones you’re stuck listening to the girl in the back seats tunes as she blasts one direction on repeat for the next hour.
Although bus rides can have there down sides I really do find them all together quite a relaxing experience. I use my time on the bus to reflect on the day, my goals for the future, how life is going at the moment and just take in the scenery. I go into the city weekly for work and I’m forever taken aback when I see the gorgeous view of the river when we cross the bridge pictured above. Unfortunately I don’t think anyone else notices things like this on the bus, they’re all too tuned out and focused inwardly.
Another thing I love about bus rides is the people watching. What better way to examine another persons character than to watch them sit cramped up awkwardly next to a complete stranger for a quarter of an hour. Sometimes it can be hilarious, and at other times I find it depressing to watch people. Most of the time the people on the bus look bored, tired and otherwise completely sick of the life they live and it makes me sad to see they don’t enjoy the serenity of the lovely chilled people mover like I do. On occasion I see odd people donning pajamas or a crazy outfit with utter pride and that makes me happy, they make me enjoy my trip even more.
Basically, I think the concept of public transport is genius. It’s serene (when small children aren’t on board) , gives you a great tour of the town you live in or a city nearby and it gives you some serious people watching time. Next time you catch public transport I dare you to strike up a conversation with a stranger that sits next to you or even in front of you, there are some interesting people out there and I wish I had the guts to give it a shot myself.
I hate myself because of the telly
I don’t know if it’s just me, but it most likely is considering all the people I see opposing the media constantly shaming the skinny ones and saying that the ideals of beauty are completely wrong in this day and age but I just don’t find the media offensive anymore.
I think I’ve just become numb to the influence of advertisements selling the latest skin care miracle and weight loss diet plan secret that no ones ever heard of because I am truly happy in my own skin. I know that’s not the case for the majority of teens as we’re all a bit sensitive when we’re just getting to realize who we are and who we want to become but I am an honest believer that in time everyone can learn to love who they are, what their body can do, and can learn to block out the negative influences from ads and mags.
I’m an aspiring model and the thing that gets me is that everyone is constantly worrying I’m going to start starving myself and banish cake from my life. Well firstly I have a fast metabolism so I am in no rush to do either and secondly I am much smarter than that. I am not about to wreck havoc on my beautiful bod just because I am going into a competition. Yes I’ll be eating more protein and veggies but there isn’t a way I’m giving up my bbq meatlovers pizza or the occasional bowl of cookies and cream ice-cream. All my life I’ve been told I’m anorexic, but has anyone asked me if I have a fear of gaining weight or of consuming food? No. The fact is I love food, and just because there are skinny models prancing down catwalks and posing seductively in editorial campaigns in the mags I read does not mean I am going to throw down my bowl of pasta because it will ‘make me fat’. It’s bullshit I tell you!
In short, listen to your body. Be kind to it. You only have one. Find things you love about it and if there are things you don’t nurture them and improve them so you will love them. I do pilates and HIIT because it makes me feel good inside and makes my legs look fabulous, not because the magazine models stare me down and force me to. And whatever you do, don’t you dare skip a chance to nourish your body with food because if you do it’ll just feel dreadful! Your body is your temple, your home, it is yours and always will be so make sure you care for it. No matter what anyone or anything tells you.
Grrrr, ahhhh. Hello there I am the grudge nice to meet you. Not really, but yeah just excuse me while I eat your soul.
In all seriousness it’s coming up to Halloween which means serious horror movie marathons with my bestie and my boyfie. This makes me a very happy Mackayla. I absolutely adore the gore. I am unashamedly in love with all things chainsaw massacre, paranormal scariness and sci-fi creepy heeby-jeeby because well let’s face the facts I’m a horror movie junkie. Movies like Chucky, The Exorcist and even One Missed Call don’t satisfy my craving for the creeps. To be honest with you I just end up laughing in each of those movies because the plotline is so benign and ridiculously simple.
I like a movie that challenges me, leaves me freaking out and wanting more. If there’s a sequel even better. I love the ones that contain excessive amounts of blood, gore and have me covering my eyes but peeking through my fingers because I just can’t stop myself from watching.
One thing I must admit I’m terrible with is going to mass sleepovers and watching horrors as I tend to creep everyone out. I love watching The Grudge with my lighthearted friends who scream and get all uncomfy when I do the grudge walk, noise and eyes. I’m really quite evil, so here’s a tip for you guys : if you are easily given nightmares refrain from spending your Halloween night tucked up in bed next to me. Guaranteed you will wake up next to The Grudge eyes right next to your face, isn’t that a nice awakening.
- Mackayla, purrfash