I like attention. There, I said it.

I like people commenting on my outfit, I like praise and I like my achievements being celebrated; I like hugs and I like affection and I like feeling like I'm being noticed.

Validation is something that I like in my life. I like sometimes being the center of attention and the focus being on me, I get a buzz from people being nice to me or telling me I'm good at something, because, sometimes, I just need to bloody hear it. I have to hear the positives sometimes, it's nice to know that you're doing okay.




Maybe this stems from years and years of feeling unappreciated or unworthy.

I never felt good enough when I was younger and so now that I finally do feel kind of good enough, I crave being praised for it. I crave people giving me that recognition that I am accepted, and that I am remotely attractive or 'cool'. I feel like without attention from others, I might wither away into nothingness again and become obsolete; I'll feel alone and not good enough and I'll revert back to being that high school girl that I used to be.

I can't lie, I seek love in my life. Who doesn't? I want others to love me and love what I do. I love hearing people say 'I love you Hol' or 'you're the best', because it finally gives me that acceptance that 'high school me' always wanted.



It's weird - I only tend to seek this from the ones closest to me at present, but certainly, in the past, I craved the love and attention from everyone. I wanted the 'popular' kids to like me, I wanted the 'pretty' girls to call me 'pretty' and I wanted boys to see me as 'desirable'. Much like any teenager, I suppose, I just wanted to fit in.

Like I said though, if we are talking about the present day, I really don't crave attention from people who aren't really in my life. I just want to know that the people around me, and that are in my life, do love me and what I do.

I think the fact that I never felt like I did 'fit in' anywhere in the past, is definitely the reason why I now constantly feel the need for reassurance from others. I need to know that people do look at me and think 'wow, look at her go' or 'she looks nice today!' and not 'ew, what a loser'. I want to feel like people can finally see the positives in me and they don't just see, I guess, all the negatives that I'm used to seeing.



Some of you may be reading this and think 'God what an attention seeker', but no, I think that this is incredibly different to attention seeking.

Attention seeking is when a person purposely goes out of their way to gain the attention of others and I can honestly say that I don't do that. Especially nowadays, I am well and truly myself. There is never a moment where I think 'I'm going to say this for attention' or 'I'll do this to make them notice me', I simply just do my thing. I go about my life, not 'seeking' attention.

However, what I am saying is, I like to receive praise and attention for doing my said 'thing'. I like to be recognized for it.

I like to know that what I'm doing is influential or good, I like to know if someone appreciates the sassy outfit I've put together or thinks my hair looks nice and, I like to know when someone loves me and cares about me. At the end of the day, I'm human and human beings crave affection.




You guys seriously can't tell me that when someone compliments your make up, or buys you a present, or shares your blog post, that it doesn't make you feel good? It does! That's what's so nice about it. It's a nice form of attention that I think we, as individuals, all need in our lives.

Receiving praise and love is good and it's okay to crave it. It's okay to want to feel appreciated and sometimes be under the spotlight when you do something good or cool. It's nice to hear that you're funny or that you look nice today. We're allowed to want to be made to feel good about ourselves.

"You have suffered enough, it's time that you won"

After spending so long hating myself and feeling like everyone hates me too, it's always a pleasant surprise to me when I receive a compliment or someone appreciates what I'm doing. I've mentioned it before, but I've always felt like an irritating presence to people, and well, to know that I'm not, really helps to build me up as a person. Praise helps you grow and learn to appreciate yourself. Hearing that others love you, can help you love yourself - it certainly has with me. And so, yes, I like attention, I crave attention, because I'm human and it's really bloody nice to feel appreciated.

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I Like Attention

I like attention. There, I said it.

I like people commenting on my outfit, I like praise and I like my achievements being celebrated; I like hugs and I like affection and I like feeling like I'm being noticed.

Validation is something that I like in my life. I like sometimes being the center of attention and the focus being on me, I get a buzz from people being nice to me or telling me I'm good at something, because, sometimes, I just need to bloody hear it. I have to hear the positives sometimes, it's nice to know that you're doing okay.




Maybe this stems from years and years of feeling unappreciated or unworthy.

I never felt good enough when I was younger and so now that I finally do feel kind of good enough, I crave being praised for it. I crave people giving me that recognition that I am accepted, and that I am remotely attractive or 'cool'. I feel like without attention from others, I might wither away into nothingness again and become obsolete; I'll feel alone and not good enough and I'll revert back to being that high school girl that I used to be.

I can't lie, I seek love in my life. Who doesn't? I want others to love me and love what I do. I love hearing people say 'I love you Hol' or 'you're the best', because it finally gives me that acceptance that 'high school me' always wanted.



It's weird - I only tend to seek this from the ones closest to me at present, but certainly, in the past, I craved the love and attention from everyone. I wanted the 'popular' kids to like me, I wanted the 'pretty' girls to call me 'pretty' and I wanted boys to see me as 'desirable'. Much like any teenager, I suppose, I just wanted to fit in.

Like I said though, if we are talking about the present day, I really don't crave attention from people who aren't really in my life. I just want to know that the people around me, and that are in my life, do love me and what I do.

I think the fact that I never felt like I did 'fit in' anywhere in the past, is definitely the reason why I now constantly feel the need for reassurance from others. I need to know that people do look at me and think 'wow, look at her go' or 'she looks nice today!' and not 'ew, what a loser'. I want to feel like people can finally see the positives in me and they don't just see, I guess, all the negatives that I'm used to seeing.



Some of you may be reading this and think 'God what an attention seeker', but no, I think that this is incredibly different to attention seeking.

Attention seeking is when a person purposely goes out of their way to gain the attention of others and I can honestly say that I don't do that. Especially nowadays, I am well and truly myself. There is never a moment where I think 'I'm going to say this for attention' or 'I'll do this to make them notice me', I simply just do my thing. I go about my life, not 'seeking' attention.

However, what I am saying is, I like to receive praise and attention for doing my said 'thing'. I like to be recognized for it.

I like to know that what I'm doing is influential or good, I like to know if someone appreciates the sassy outfit I've put together or thinks my hair looks nice and, I like to know when someone loves me and cares about me. At the end of the day, I'm human and human beings crave affection.




You guys seriously can't tell me that when someone compliments your make up, or buys you a present, or shares your blog post, that it doesn't make you feel good? It does! That's what's so nice about it. It's a nice form of attention that I think we, as individuals, all need in our lives.

Receiving praise and love is good and it's okay to crave it. It's okay to want to feel appreciated and sometimes be under the spotlight when you do something good or cool. It's nice to hear that you're funny or that you look nice today. We're allowed to want to be made to feel good about ourselves.

"You have suffered enough, it's time that you won"

After spending so long hating myself and feeling like everyone hates me too, it's always a pleasant surprise to me when I receive a compliment or someone appreciates what I'm doing. I've mentioned it before, but I've always felt like an irritating presence to people, and well, to know that I'm not, really helps to build me up as a person. Praise helps you grow and learn to appreciate yourself. Hearing that others love you, can help you love yourself - it certainly has with me. And so, yes, I like attention, I crave attention, because I'm human and it's really bloody nice to feel appreciated.

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I 100% lack body confidence. Despite my face and my looks being my main source of income, I am an extremely insecure person (you probably already know this, so sorry if I'm repeating myself huns). 

You see, from a very young age I did not like myself. I have never liked my face, my legs, my tummy, my bum. I have never understood my shape, my features, my characteristics. I have always just craved the ideals and wanted to be someone else.

Unfortunately, life doesn't give you what you want.

Sure, I could sit there wishing on a million stars or waiting for 11:11 to pop up on my clock, but at the end of the day, I have the body that I have, and that's it.

I am me.




It's taken me years to realise that I am who I am, I look like what I look like, and there's no way i'm ever going to be or look like someone else. And, I do believe that, slowly but surely, I'm learning to appreciate the skin I am in.

Okay, sure, I did say that I 100% lack body confidence and to be honest, that's incredibly true. I still do not like my legs, my tummy, my bum, my boobs, but there are aspects of myself that I have truly began to appreciate.

For example, I love my freckles, I love my long arms and I love my blonde fuzzy body hair.

I can look at myself sometimes and, rather than just seeing myself and feeling repulsed, I've started to notice those few things, those little things, that I truly do like.

Body confidence is a tough one though. After loosing over half my body weight, dropping 5 dress sizes and going through hell and back, learning to like my wobbly, stretch mark ridden body is immensely difficult.

And, unfortunately, as the title of this blog post explains, I believe that body confidence is so so very key when it comes to learning to like and accept yourself.


For me anyway, body confidence is probably the main reason I lack self acceptance. I am very open, I'm very loud and I am very fun, but, put me in a more vulnerable situation or ask me to wear a tight bodycon dress or shoot in a bikini, and I will become silent. I will become insecure and embarrassed - completely humiliated.

I do not accept myself in my own body.

I accept my mind, I accept my heart, I accept my ideas, I accept my style, but I do not accept my body.

I think as soon as you're comfortable in your own skin and confident in your appearance, a lot of your worries can disappear and a lot of windows begin to open.

If I spent less of my time thinking 'oh my god, my thighs look fat' or praying for the day I can get a boob job, just think of all the things I could be doing, or how much more positive my life would be.

If I walked round, fully accepting of everything about myself, head to toe, I would feel fucking fantastic.

So, I guess I'd like to get to a point like that one day.



"Apologize to your body. Maybe, that's where the healing begins."

I can't wait for a day when I'm not conscious of changing in-front of other models, or my friends, or the day when I look at my legs in a pair of denim shorts and think 'damn gurlllllll', because it would just be so liberating to accept myself fully for who I am AND what I look like too.

On another note, before I leave you to ponder on that idea, let me fill you in on this outfit (which I can't stop wearing, may I add).

 I recently popped down to London to meet with the lovely Holly (hello if you're reading!) from Urban Outfitters. She kindly let me pick out some pieces to style, and the two pieces in this look for the first things I grabbed for, because I was instantly obsessed.

Here I'm wearing this gorgeous Kimchi Blue Fuzzy Button-Down Crop Cardigan and these amazing BDG Mom Sky Blue Corduroy Jeans. I just think this is such a perfect combination and a look like can work in every season, all year round.

I love the colours together and the mixture of the textures - just perfect!

 If you'd like to recreate this look yourself then check out the pieces below:


Why Body Confidence Is Key For Self Acceptance


I 100% lack body confidence. Despite my face and my looks being my main source of income, I am an extremely insecure person (you probably already know this, so sorry if I'm repeating myself huns). 

You see, from a very young age I did not like myself. I have never liked my face, my legs, my tummy, my bum. I have never understood my shape, my features, my characteristics. I have always just craved the ideals and wanted to be someone else.

Unfortunately, life doesn't give you what you want.

Sure, I could sit there wishing on a million stars or waiting for 11:11 to pop up on my clock, but at the end of the day, I have the body that I have, and that's it.

I am me.




It's taken me years to realise that I am who I am, I look like what I look like, and there's no way i'm ever going to be or look like someone else. And, I do believe that, slowly but surely, I'm learning to appreciate the skin I am in.

Okay, sure, I did say that I 100% lack body confidence and to be honest, that's incredibly true. I still do not like my legs, my tummy, my bum, my boobs, but there are aspects of myself that I have truly began to appreciate.

For example, I love my freckles, I love my long arms and I love my blonde fuzzy body hair.

I can look at myself sometimes and, rather than just seeing myself and feeling repulsed, I've started to notice those few things, those little things, that I truly do like.

Body confidence is a tough one though. After loosing over half my body weight, dropping 5 dress sizes and going through hell and back, learning to like my wobbly, stretch mark ridden body is immensely difficult.

And, unfortunately, as the title of this blog post explains, I believe that body confidence is so so very key when it comes to learning to like and accept yourself.


For me anyway, body confidence is probably the main reason I lack self acceptance. I am very open, I'm very loud and I am very fun, but, put me in a more vulnerable situation or ask me to wear a tight bodycon dress or shoot in a bikini, and I will become silent. I will become insecure and embarrassed - completely humiliated.

I do not accept myself in my own body.

I accept my mind, I accept my heart, I accept my ideas, I accept my style, but I do not accept my body.

I think as soon as you're comfortable in your own skin and confident in your appearance, a lot of your worries can disappear and a lot of windows begin to open.

If I spent less of my time thinking 'oh my god, my thighs look fat' or praying for the day I can get a boob job, just think of all the things I could be doing, or how much more positive my life would be.

If I walked round, fully accepting of everything about myself, head to toe, I would feel fucking fantastic.

So, I guess I'd like to get to a point like that one day.



"Apologize to your body. Maybe, that's where the healing begins."

I can't wait for a day when I'm not conscious of changing in-front of other models, or my friends, or the day when I look at my legs in a pair of denim shorts and think 'damn gurlllllll', because it would just be so liberating to accept myself fully for who I am AND what I look like too.

On another note, before I leave you to ponder on that idea, let me fill you in on this outfit (which I can't stop wearing, may I add).

 I recently popped down to London to meet with the lovely Holly (hello if you're reading!) from Urban Outfitters. She kindly let me pick out some pieces to style, and the two pieces in this look for the first things I grabbed for, because I was instantly obsessed.

Here I'm wearing this gorgeous Kimchi Blue Fuzzy Button-Down Crop Cardigan and these amazing BDG Mom Sky Blue Corduroy Jeans. I just think this is such a perfect combination and a look like can work in every season, all year round.

I love the colours together and the mixture of the textures - just perfect!

 If you'd like to recreate this look yourself then check out the pieces below:


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To love someone or something in life is so powerful. The idea that passion can be sparked by the sight of someone or the doing of something is beautiful and what I truly believe life is about.

Life is about happiness, life is about filling your lungs, your heart, your entire body with love. Life is about finding that one thing or person that makes you want to jump out of bed and get on with your day. It's about reading something, doing something, hearing something that gives you goosebumps and gets your heart racing.

That's what makes me feel alive.

For me, my passions lie in all things creative; my love lies with the amazing people in my life.

When I wake up in the morning, with a brain overflowing with words that I just want to type or write down, or I simply have to bob off to London for the day for an exciting shoot, my body fills with love.

I love what I do.

I love the sound of my fingers tapping away on my keyboard and reading as my blog posts come to life. I love the sound of a camera shutter or my self timer beeping as I pose against my bedroom wall taking a million and one blog photos. I love planning outfits or scheduling tweets, and I even love replying my emails and watching my inbox fill up with replies.

I love prancing around on the set of shoots and getting to meet new creative people. I love chatting to photographers, make up artists, stylists and hearing all about their passions and the work they've done. I love the side of the industry I'm in - I love the nice side of the industry.

I love it all.



When I see my friends, hug my friends, chat to my friends, that lonely feeling that I often feel, when I've spent 7 days a week working my arse off, starts to dismiss and is replaced with a bubbly, excited feeling. I'm reminded that these people are amazing, they're accepting and they are pure magic to me.

I love their laughter, their sarcasm and their punny jokes. I love their compassion, their individuality and their quirks. I love our nights out, our nights in and the way that we can go weeks without seeing each other, but as soon as we're back together, it's like no time has passed at all.

I love it all.

When I roll over in the morning and I'm lying next to someone who makes me smile, or when I look to my phone and see someone calling me on Face-time, just so they can see my face or just because, I'm reminded what it's like to feel loved back.

I'm reminded what it's like to have someone just do the simple thing of getting you to feeling different emotions and I'm reminded what it's like to look at someone and take in every detail and see little quirks or see their brain ticking over.

I love seeing someone else be passionate, I love seeing someone else get goosebumps over their favourite things and have ideas pouring out of their mind. I love laughing with someone, talking with someone, and feeling like I'm finally being allowed to experience life again.

I love it all.

That's what makes me feel alive.


If we don't feel alive, then we're not living, are we? If we don't feel passionate about the things we're doing or the people we involve ourselves with, are we doing ourselves a disservice?

From the bottom of my heart, I couldn't live a life that lacked passion - a life that lacked love. I have been at that point before. I have been 'floating', 'lost' and 'completely empty', and that was a life I never want to be living again.

My blog, my love for fashion, for writing and modelling, they brought me to life. They woke me up, shook me and screamed 'here's your passion, Holly... RUN WITH IT!' and so I did.

My work made me wake up and see that I was hiding away from my life. I was hiding away from my family, my friendships, and even new relationships I could have made. But, I love that I can love things now. I love that I can love working, love people and feel passionate about my life.

"I love the word 'love'"

Like I said, there's no better feeling than waking up to a job you love, a person you love, a place you love, a song you love... literally anything you love - nothing can beat it.

Passion is what keeps that fire burning, gives me my drive and makes me want to get up everyday and do what I do.

So, find your passion. Find that thing, that person, those people, who make you wake up on Monday morning and say 'let's go!' and not 'oh, shit, another Monday'. And, if you already have your passion, let me know what it is down in the comments, I would love to know. ♥

Passion, Love and Feeling Alive

To love someone or something in life is so powerful. The idea that passion can be sparked by the sight of someone or the doing of something is beautiful and what I truly believe life is about.

Life is about happiness, life is about filling your lungs, your heart, your entire body with love. Life is about finding that one thing or person that makes you want to jump out of bed and get on with your day. It's about reading something, doing something, hearing something that gives you goosebumps and gets your heart racing.

That's what makes me feel alive.

For me, my passions lie in all things creative; my love lies with the amazing people in my life.

When I wake up in the morning, with a brain overflowing with words that I just want to type or write down, or I simply have to bob off to London for the day for an exciting shoot, my body fills with love.

I love what I do.

I love the sound of my fingers tapping away on my keyboard and reading as my blog posts come to life. I love the sound of a camera shutter or my self timer beeping as I pose against my bedroom wall taking a million and one blog photos. I love planning outfits or scheduling tweets, and I even love replying my emails and watching my inbox fill up with replies.

I love prancing around on the set of shoots and getting to meet new creative people. I love chatting to photographers, make up artists, stylists and hearing all about their passions and the work they've done. I love the side of the industry I'm in - I love the nice side of the industry.

I love it all.



When I see my friends, hug my friends, chat to my friends, that lonely feeling that I often feel, when I've spent 7 days a week working my arse off, starts to dismiss and is replaced with a bubbly, excited feeling. I'm reminded that these people are amazing, they're accepting and they are pure magic to me.

I love their laughter, their sarcasm and their punny jokes. I love their compassion, their individuality and their quirks. I love our nights out, our nights in and the way that we can go weeks without seeing each other, but as soon as we're back together, it's like no time has passed at all.

I love it all.

When I roll over in the morning and I'm lying next to someone who makes me smile, or when I look to my phone and see someone calling me on Face-time, just so they can see my face or just because, I'm reminded what it's like to feel loved back.

I'm reminded what it's like to have someone just do the simple thing of getting you to feeling different emotions and I'm reminded what it's like to look at someone and take in every detail and see little quirks or see their brain ticking over.

I love seeing someone else be passionate, I love seeing someone else get goosebumps over their favourite things and have ideas pouring out of their mind. I love laughing with someone, talking with someone, and feeling like I'm finally being allowed to experience life again.

I love it all.

That's what makes me feel alive.


If we don't feel alive, then we're not living, are we? If we don't feel passionate about the things we're doing or the people we involve ourselves with, are we doing ourselves a disservice?

From the bottom of my heart, I couldn't live a life that lacked passion - a life that lacked love. I have been at that point before. I have been 'floating', 'lost' and 'completely empty', and that was a life I never want to be living again.

My blog, my love for fashion, for writing and modelling, they brought me to life. They woke me up, shook me and screamed 'here's your passion, Holly... RUN WITH IT!' and so I did.

My work made me wake up and see that I was hiding away from my life. I was hiding away from my family, my friendships, and even new relationships I could have made. But, I love that I can love things now. I love that I can love working, love people and feel passionate about my life.

"I love the word 'love'"

Like I said, there's no better feeling than waking up to a job you love, a person you love, a place you love, a song you love... literally anything you love - nothing can beat it.

Passion is what keeps that fire burning, gives me my drive and makes me want to get up everyday and do what I do.

So, find your passion. Find that thing, that person, those people, who make you wake up on Monday morning and say 'let's go!' and not 'oh, shit, another Monday'. And, if you already have your passion, let me know what it is down in the comments, I would love to know. ♥
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Let me start by saying that none of my current friendships are toxic. The people I have in my life right now are bloody amazing. They're kind, funny and caring. They're absolute true friends, and I couldn't have asked to have surrounded myself with better people.

That being said however, my friendships have not always been that way.

From a young age, I was desperate to be liked. I wanted to fit in, be 'cool' and conform to the mold of what was supposed to be. I would try everything, and do everything, to do just that.

The problem with that is: if you're different, you're different - that's just the way it is. And, unfortunately, people could often smell my desperation from a mile off.


The weird thing was however, apart from the odd occasion where I experienced your stereotypical 'leaving me out of games' and 'calling me nasty names' bullying, these people who didn't actually like me, pretended to like me. They kept me close and pretended I was their friend.

I'd be invited to houses, or to go to the park, and when I'd arrive, there'd be no one home or no one there. I'd be included in games or asked to sit with people at lunch, just so people could try and get information out of me. I know that it was all a big game to people now, but at the time I really believed these people were my friends, because I was so desperate for that to be true.

I've even had a best friend (you know, that person who's meant to love, have fun with you and be your friend unconditionally?), who made me constantly feel like shit. This person would make fun of me in front of other people, or simply just when we were alone, to my face. They took the mick out of the way I spoke, acted and my facial expressions (something I still constantly think about today because, well, I use my bloody facial expressions all the time), and they made fun of my weight and would ask me stupid questions like 'why do you have stretch marks and I don't?', just to make me explain that I was a bigger size than them and make me conscious about myself.

And, that ladies and gentlemen, is not a friend.

I know that now.


I often see people talking about toxic relationships, but never really toxic friendships. And, the thing is, toxic friendships can be soul destroying.

Friends are meant to accept you, love you and look out for you. Friends are meant to keep secrets, give you advice, cuddle you when you're sad. Friends are meant to stick up for you and never stab you in the back.

I see too many people surrounding themselves with people who are hurting them, and friends shouldn't hurt you.


"People will stab you in the back and then ask why you're bleeding"

So, I guess the point I'm trying to make is. Look at who's around you. Who are you surrounding yourself with? Are they benefiting you? Are they hurting you? Do they make you feel good or bad? Do they talk about you behind your back? Or do they constantly sing your praises and want to shout their love for you from the roof tops?

A friendship should be 2 sided. Equal love and support from both people. No one should be tearing another person down or betraying another person's trust.

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Toxic Friendships

Let me start by saying that none of my current friendships are toxic. The people I have in my life right now are bloody amazing. They're kind, funny and caring. They're absolute true friends, and I couldn't have asked to have surrounded myself with better people.

That being said however, my friendships have not always been that way.

From a young age, I was desperate to be liked. I wanted to fit in, be 'cool' and conform to the mold of what was supposed to be. I would try everything, and do everything, to do just that.

The problem with that is: if you're different, you're different - that's just the way it is. And, unfortunately, people could often smell my desperation from a mile off.


The weird thing was however, apart from the odd occasion where I experienced your stereotypical 'leaving me out of games' and 'calling me nasty names' bullying, these people who didn't actually like me, pretended to like me. They kept me close and pretended I was their friend.

I'd be invited to houses, or to go to the park, and when I'd arrive, there'd be no one home or no one there. I'd be included in games or asked to sit with people at lunch, just so people could try and get information out of me. I know that it was all a big game to people now, but at the time I really believed these people were my friends, because I was so desperate for that to be true.

I've even had a best friend (you know, that person who's meant to love, have fun with you and be your friend unconditionally?), who made me constantly feel like shit. This person would make fun of me in front of other people, or simply just when we were alone, to my face. They took the mick out of the way I spoke, acted and my facial expressions (something I still constantly think about today because, well, I use my bloody facial expressions all the time), and they made fun of my weight and would ask me stupid questions like 'why do you have stretch marks and I don't?', just to make me explain that I was a bigger size than them and make me conscious about myself.

And, that ladies and gentlemen, is not a friend.

I know that now.


I often see people talking about toxic relationships, but never really toxic friendships. And, the thing is, toxic friendships can be soul destroying.

Friends are meant to accept you, love you and look out for you. Friends are meant to keep secrets, give you advice, cuddle you when you're sad. Friends are meant to stick up for you and never stab you in the back.

I see too many people surrounding themselves with people who are hurting them, and friends shouldn't hurt you.


"People will stab you in the back and then ask why you're bleeding"

So, I guess the point I'm trying to make is. Look at who's around you. Who are you surrounding yourself with? Are they benefiting you? Are they hurting you? Do they make you feel good or bad? Do they talk about you behind your back? Or do they constantly sing your praises and want to shout their love for you from the roof tops?

A friendship should be 2 sided. Equal love and support from both people. No one should be tearing another person down or betraying another person's trust.

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1. Drinking, Partying and A Social Life

If you know all about me and the past couple of years, you'll know that for a long time I was very anti-social. I would hide away, not wanting anything that even resembled a social life. Now, in my 18th year, I was determined to change that.

18 is the year where you're legally allowed to do all the stuff you've been wanting to do/ already doing, for the past 2/3 years, so it gives you a triumphant feeling when you can finally roll up to a club, hand over your provisional license and get in without any hassle whatsoever.

This year, I wanted to give my social life as much as a chance as possible and nights out with my fabulous friends have been a huge part in that.

2. First Holiday with ya friends

Last year, after my 18th birthday, me and my friends all jetted off to Amsterdam together. This was the first time I'd ever been away with my friends, and also the first time I'd ever been away without my family - so I did find it incredibly exciting.

That trip was one of my favourite experiences. I have fab friends and that trip was just a total breathe of fresh air. Love love love!

3. Meeting Your Idols

Okay, this past year has been a mental one when it comes to meeting people I've idolized for years.

I've bumped into bloggers on the street, met them at events, had them recognize me before I've recognized them (TOTALLY CRAZY, RIGHT?!), and even done photos shoots and modelled for them.

If 11 year old Holly knew this, she'd go absolutely mental hahaha.

4. Making New Friends

I'd definitely say that I've made a lot of new friends this year. I've really put myself out there, thrown myself into every social situation and I can happily say that I don't regret it one bit.

From bloggers, to other models etc etc, the friends I've made this year have been absolutely incredible. I bloody love them.




5. Blog Collaborations

As an avid reader of my blog, you've probably seen the various collaborations I've been doing over the past year. I've been working with the likes of New Look, Urban Outfitters, Christian Louboutin and Smashbox, and it has just been a total dream!

I hope that my blog can continue to grow and that I can continue to work with more amazing people!

 6. Insane Modelling Experiences

This year has been a big one for me in terms of modelling. From jetting off to Belgium and Prague for the two biggest jobs I've done, to hopping on the train down to London for castings and the best beauty shoot ever, I've well and truly put my heart and soul into it this year.

I feel incredibly lucky in terms of the opportunities I've been given and the shoots and jobs I've experienced. I can't wait to share them all with you in the future!

 7. Blogging Events

Ya gal has attended many an event hasn't she?! I've been back and to to London, popping into events for Boohoo, Topshop, PushPR, and sooo many more.

Doing this has been so fun! It's one thing I really wanted to give myself more of an opportunity to do this year, and I'm so glad I've done it.

8. Dating

Ahhh, dating.

I started going on dates back in October/November last year, which was incredibly brave of me considering I'm probably the least flirtatious, confident around men, kind of gal you'll ever meet. I'd never even kissed anyone until last year, so can you imagine how petrified I was stepping out my front door, about to embark on my first ever date?!

I can happily say that right now, I have someone very wonderful in my life, who has brought so much light into my days, which is so wonderful that I can't even put it into words. I guess, let's just say, you know how I've wanted that 'piss your pants' kind of laughter back in my life? It's back.

 9. Tackling London and The Tube

This was one huge goal for this year. After modelling in London for a whole year, I had still yet to tackle the tube properly. I was solely relying on Uber (what a fool I was haha).

Now I'm literally like a tube ninja and as lame as that might seem to those of you who have always been masters of the underground, I'm very proud of myself.




10. A Good Christmas

My past couple Christmas' had been quite crappy for me. I'd been very down and dealing with a lot of stuff, and so this last Christmas I was determined to enjoy it.

And do you know what? I had a lovely Christmas - definitely the best I'd had in a long time. Even though there were a few blips here and there, I enjoyed it as much as humanly possible, and that's all I wanted.

 11. I Cut My Bloody Hand Open (no pun intended)

Oh dear god, was this traumatic or what?!

On New Years Eve, after having the time of my life singing songs from Wicked on karaoke, and dancing around with my friends, I got way too carried away and ended up cutting my hand open on a glass (round of applause for my clumsiness please). After waddling over to the bar with my bloody hand and passing out for a minute or so, it's now left me with one hell of a scar on my hand.

I hate the look of the thing, but I suppose it is a good memory of a very very fun night.

12. Learning Not To Care

This year I have well and truly embraced the 'I don't give a fuck' mentality. I embrace the idea of 'you either like me or you don't' and I hope that I can continue to do that basically for the rest of my life.

Learning not to care as much has literally made me come into my own person, finally. From everything to no longer wearing make up or dressing a certain way, to removing people from my life that don't serve me any good, I've learnt who I am, who I want to be and where I want to go, and it feels really damn good to know that.

13. Learning To Be Alone

Also over the past year, I discovered that it's totally fine for me to be the complete and utter introvert I am and love my own company. It's fine for me to want space, time to think and do my own thing. It's okay to isolate yourself sometimes, as long as there's other people there occasionally to balance things out.

14. Style Development

Especially over the past few months, my style has developed a lot.

In the beginning, I would describe myself as very minimal and monochromatic, but you look at me now, almost 19 years old, and I'm experimenting with fashion in anyway that I can, and it's probably the best I've ever felt in my clothes.

I highly recommend throwing caution to wind and wearing whatever the fuck you want.



15. Blog Photos

Ah my blog photos, they've come a long way haven't they?

I invested in cameras and lenses this year, started working with more photographers and challenging myself to make more 'top quality' content.

I think I'm slowly finding my own style and my own look with my images which is fab too!

Compare my blog photos from May 2016 to May 2017 and the difference is HUGE, and that makes me incredibly happy. I love to see how much I've managed to progress and grow as a content creator - it's mind blowing.

 16. Long Hair and No Mascara

Say no more to the days of the shoulder length 'do' and twiggy, mascara laced eye lashes. This year, I have become the most basic of basic bitches. I no longer bother with mascara, despite how amazingly long my eyelashes look with it on, and I've also been growing my hair, which is now the longest it has been in years.

I think not only has this increased my confidence in myself, but it's helped me book more modelling jobs, be more unique (which is all I ever want to be) and truly embrace my weird and wonderful side.

 17. London Fashion Week

Whist 18, I finally attended a bit of LFW which was something I had wanted to do for YEARS. And, I mean YEARS.

It was so nice to finally head down there and experience the atmosphere and all of the incredible style too. I didn't actually attend any shows, but just being there amongst it all was fabulous!

Hopefully I can go again when I'm 19!

 18. Ups and Downs and Realization

The past year has been filled with highs and lows, and ups and downs, and I think that these have made me realise a lot of things. And, do you know what?, in the words of Kylie Jenner, I have been 'realising things' without even bloody knowing it sometimes.

The experiences I've had over the past year, have truly made me the person I am right now, and I think I really bloody like this person. She's fun and giggly, creative and weird, and she just wants to be herself and not give a fuck, and I weirdly admire that about myself.

"You begin where I leave off"

Bring on my 19th year, I feel like it can only get even better from here.

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18 Things That Happened In My 18th Year

1. Drinking, Partying and A Social Life

If you know all about me and the past couple of years, you'll know that for a long time I was very anti-social. I would hide away, not wanting anything that even resembled a social life. Now, in my 18th year, I was determined to change that.

18 is the year where you're legally allowed to do all the stuff you've been wanting to do/ already doing, for the past 2/3 years, so it gives you a triumphant feeling when you can finally roll up to a club, hand over your provisional license and get in without any hassle whatsoever.

This year, I wanted to give my social life as much as a chance as possible and nights out with my fabulous friends have been a huge part in that.

2. First Holiday with ya friends

Last year, after my 18th birthday, me and my friends all jetted off to Amsterdam together. This was the first time I'd ever been away with my friends, and also the first time I'd ever been away without my family - so I did find it incredibly exciting.

That trip was one of my favourite experiences. I have fab friends and that trip was just a total breathe of fresh air. Love love love!

3. Meeting Your Idols

Okay, this past year has been a mental one when it comes to meeting people I've idolized for years.

I've bumped into bloggers on the street, met them at events, had them recognize me before I've recognized them (TOTALLY CRAZY, RIGHT?!), and even done photos shoots and modelled for them.

If 11 year old Holly knew this, she'd go absolutely mental hahaha.

4. Making New Friends

I'd definitely say that I've made a lot of new friends this year. I've really put myself out there, thrown myself into every social situation and I can happily say that I don't regret it one bit.

From bloggers, to other models etc etc, the friends I've made this year have been absolutely incredible. I bloody love them.




5. Blog Collaborations

As an avid reader of my blog, you've probably seen the various collaborations I've been doing over the past year. I've been working with the likes of New Look, Urban Outfitters, Christian Louboutin and Smashbox, and it has just been a total dream!

I hope that my blog can continue to grow and that I can continue to work with more amazing people!

 6. Insane Modelling Experiences

This year has been a big one for me in terms of modelling. From jetting off to Belgium and Prague for the two biggest jobs I've done, to hopping on the train down to London for castings and the best beauty shoot ever, I've well and truly put my heart and soul into it this year.

I feel incredibly lucky in terms of the opportunities I've been given and the shoots and jobs I've experienced. I can't wait to share them all with you in the future!

 7. Blogging Events

Ya gal has attended many an event hasn't she?! I've been back and to to London, popping into events for Boohoo, Topshop, PushPR, and sooo many more.

Doing this has been so fun! It's one thing I really wanted to give myself more of an opportunity to do this year, and I'm so glad I've done it.

8. Dating

Ahhh, dating.

I started going on dates back in October/November last year, which was incredibly brave of me considering I'm probably the least flirtatious, confident around men, kind of gal you'll ever meet. I'd never even kissed anyone until last year, so can you imagine how petrified I was stepping out my front door, about to embark on my first ever date?!

I can happily say that right now, I have someone very wonderful in my life, who has brought so much light into my days, which is so wonderful that I can't even put it into words. I guess, let's just say, you know how I've wanted that 'piss your pants' kind of laughter back in my life? It's back.

 9. Tackling London and The Tube

This was one huge goal for this year. After modelling in London for a whole year, I had still yet to tackle the tube properly. I was solely relying on Uber (what a fool I was haha).

Now I'm literally like a tube ninja and as lame as that might seem to those of you who have always been masters of the underground, I'm very proud of myself.




10. A Good Christmas

My past couple Christmas' had been quite crappy for me. I'd been very down and dealing with a lot of stuff, and so this last Christmas I was determined to enjoy it.

And do you know what? I had a lovely Christmas - definitely the best I'd had in a long time. Even though there were a few blips here and there, I enjoyed it as much as humanly possible, and that's all I wanted.

 11. I Cut My Bloody Hand Open (no pun intended)

Oh dear god, was this traumatic or what?!

On New Years Eve, after having the time of my life singing songs from Wicked on karaoke, and dancing around with my friends, I got way too carried away and ended up cutting my hand open on a glass (round of applause for my clumsiness please). After waddling over to the bar with my bloody hand and passing out for a minute or so, it's now left me with one hell of a scar on my hand.

I hate the look of the thing, but I suppose it is a good memory of a very very fun night.

12. Learning Not To Care

This year I have well and truly embraced the 'I don't give a fuck' mentality. I embrace the idea of 'you either like me or you don't' and I hope that I can continue to do that basically for the rest of my life.

Learning not to care as much has literally made me come into my own person, finally. From everything to no longer wearing make up or dressing a certain way, to removing people from my life that don't serve me any good, I've learnt who I am, who I want to be and where I want to go, and it feels really damn good to know that.

13. Learning To Be Alone

Also over the past year, I discovered that it's totally fine for me to be the complete and utter introvert I am and love my own company. It's fine for me to want space, time to think and do my own thing. It's okay to isolate yourself sometimes, as long as there's other people there occasionally to balance things out.

14. Style Development

Especially over the past few months, my style has developed a lot.

In the beginning, I would describe myself as very minimal and monochromatic, but you look at me now, almost 19 years old, and I'm experimenting with fashion in anyway that I can, and it's probably the best I've ever felt in my clothes.

I highly recommend throwing caution to wind and wearing whatever the fuck you want.



15. Blog Photos

Ah my blog photos, they've come a long way haven't they?

I invested in cameras and lenses this year, started working with more photographers and challenging myself to make more 'top quality' content.

I think I'm slowly finding my own style and my own look with my images which is fab too!

Compare my blog photos from May 2016 to May 2017 and the difference is HUGE, and that makes me incredibly happy. I love to see how much I've managed to progress and grow as a content creator - it's mind blowing.

 16. Long Hair and No Mascara

Say no more to the days of the shoulder length 'do' and twiggy, mascara laced eye lashes. This year, I have become the most basic of basic bitches. I no longer bother with mascara, despite how amazingly long my eyelashes look with it on, and I've also been growing my hair, which is now the longest it has been in years.

I think not only has this increased my confidence in myself, but it's helped me book more modelling jobs, be more unique (which is all I ever want to be) and truly embrace my weird and wonderful side.

 17. London Fashion Week

Whist 18, I finally attended a bit of LFW which was something I had wanted to do for YEARS. And, I mean YEARS.

It was so nice to finally head down there and experience the atmosphere and all of the incredible style too. I didn't actually attend any shows, but just being there amongst it all was fabulous!

Hopefully I can go again when I'm 19!

 18. Ups and Downs and Realization

The past year has been filled with highs and lows, and ups and downs, and I think that these have made me realise a lot of things. And, do you know what?, in the words of Kylie Jenner, I have been 'realising things' without even bloody knowing it sometimes.

The experiences I've had over the past year, have truly made me the person I am right now, and I think I really bloody like this person. She's fun and giggly, creative and weird, and she just wants to be herself and not give a fuck, and I weirdly admire that about myself.

"You begin where I leave off"

Bring on my 19th year, I feel like it can only get even better from here.

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I am a complete and utter workaholic - there's no doubt about it. From the moment that I started this blog back in 2014, to this very moment right now, I have put my heart and soul into it all.

My blog, my work, is my life, and whilst I do not think that that's a bad thing in anyway at all, because I bloody love what I do, I do often worry if I am growing up too fast and wasting my youthful years trying to 'adult'.

Sure, I go on nights out, I get tipsy, I laugh, I dance, I surround myself with good people, but other than that, I'm not sure if I'm living a usual 18 year old's life.





As I write this, I'm currently on a plane to Prague, about to do the biggest modelling job I've ever booked so far. So, yep, I cannot complain about the opportunities that are coming my way - they still shock me to this day. But, I guess, what I'm trying to get at is, I'm not living the life that most 18 year old's are living. I feel like I'm living in the skin of someone who's mid twenties or something (despite how young my face might look haha).

Is it wrong of me to live these years like this? Or are my own, personal 'best years', yet to come?




"To be more of yourself and nothing more."

I think my life is definitely currently on an 'up'. This past week has been insane. Things both work wise and life wise have just felt incredibly crazy, but good crazy. I'm definitely the happiest I've been in a very long time.

I am going to be hopeful and say that my 'best years' are just starting, and just because they're not the typical 'best years' that most people are experiencing, doesn't mean that they can't be bloody amazing.

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The 'Best Years' Of My Life


I am a complete and utter workaholic - there's no doubt about it. From the moment that I started this blog back in 2014, to this very moment right now, I have put my heart and soul into it all.

My blog, my work, is my life, and whilst I do not think that that's a bad thing in anyway at all, because I bloody love what I do, I do often worry if I am growing up too fast and wasting my youthful years trying to 'adult'.

Sure, I go on nights out, I get tipsy, I laugh, I dance, I surround myself with good people, but other than that, I'm not sure if I'm living a usual 18 year old's life.





As I write this, I'm currently on a plane to Prague, about to do the biggest modelling job I've ever booked so far. So, yep, I cannot complain about the opportunities that are coming my way - they still shock me to this day. But, I guess, what I'm trying to get at is, I'm not living the life that most 18 year old's are living. I feel like I'm living in the skin of someone who's mid twenties or something (despite how young my face might look haha).

Is it wrong of me to live these years like this? Or are my own, personal 'best years', yet to come?




"To be more of yourself and nothing more."

I think my life is definitely currently on an 'up'. This past week has been insane. Things both work wise and life wise have just felt incredibly crazy, but good crazy. I'm definitely the happiest I've been in a very long time.

I am going to be hopeful and say that my 'best years' are just starting, and just because they're not the typical 'best years' that most people are experiencing, doesn't mean that they can't be bloody amazing.

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3 years? Can you believe that? I've been blogging for 3 bloody years now and I'm not even kidding when I say I don't have a clue how that has happened.

At the start of this, I didn't have any idea I'd be sat here right now, getting the opportunities I'm getting, meeting the amazing people I've met and be writing in the way I write today. It's madness to me. So much has happened in the last year and I can't wait for the 4th year to be just as fabulous. I mean, is it even possible for it to get better than it is right now?!

From the bottom of my heart, to everyone that has supported me and this little creative space on the internet, thank you, thank you so so much!

Sending you all a huge virtual hug ♥

3 Years of Blogging!

3 years? Can you believe that? I've been blogging for 3 bloody years now and I'm not even kidding when I say I don't have a clue how that has happened.

At the start of this, I didn't have any idea I'd be sat here right now, getting the opportunities I'm getting, meeting the amazing people I've met and be writing in the way I write today. It's madness to me. So much has happened in the last year and I can't wait for the 4th year to be just as fabulous. I mean, is it even possible for it to get better than it is right now?!

From the bottom of my heart, to everyone that has supported me and this little creative space on the internet, thank you, thank you so so much!

Sending you all a huge virtual hug ♥
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