Fifteen and counting…


before I continue let us acknowledge the small fact that the featured photo has nearly nothing do with this post, okay, let us continue..

wow, its been quite a long time since I’ve posted on here but you have nothing to fear really, I’m well and fine and I am back.


My life has been a whirlwind of unplanned events and its only getting more whirlwindy by the second (in the most unwhirlwindy way possible of course) have I confused you yet? sorry darlings give me a minute and I will explain exactly what I mean.

Today I woke up smack in the middle of my bed, jumped out of it and decided that I had to start exercising again because ultimately, (as proposed by legitimately everyone who knows me at this moment) I am getting fat.

I’m getting fat?

Yes, yes I am and I am so done denying it. Not that there’s anything wrong with being fat, I mean, people come in all shapes and sizes and the most important thing is that you’re comfortable in your own skin, in your own shape and size, and if you’re not, well you better get out there and start doing something about it.

I’m going to throw you some unbasic, basic knowledge that I came across today whilst getting ready to exercise: ALWAYS EAT FIRST! make sure you have a little somn somn in your body before you proceed to try and lose that something. why? you may ask, well, because your body can be likened to a machine in this aspect, it needs fuel to work. And when you do not fuel it, it only does more harm than good.

But this is not a post about exercise.

This, you gorgeous readers is a comeback post, because I am back and I’d like to think I’m different, in the most undifferent way possible.

within the quite long period of time, during which I have been offline, I have managed to:

  • Graduate highschool
  • Move to the U.S (duration unknown)
  • And turn fifteen.


All those things within a span of weeks.

One of my last posts was me complaining about how I had to go to boarding school and look at me now, I am done with that, done with high school and halfway to thirty, in a different country.


My life has been different. I mean, I moved from across the world, from the place I’ve lived my entire life to somewhere different (though not entirely foreign) I always knew that at some point in my life I’d have to get up and move, I just didn’t expect it to actually happen one day. I knew it, I just thought in some magical way maybe time will stop, rewind and continue to repeat itself as if nothing ever happened.

I was wayyy off.

I guess in some way, even if none of us ever want to admit it, and I mean EVER want to admit it, we anticipate growing up: moving out of the house, going to college..

(coughs) getting a life…

All the while never expecting it to actually happen. we expect to be completely ready when the time comes for us to pull on those Adult boots and start making adult decisions, but in reality no one’s ever really ready, not even the over-thinkers and overachievers of the world.

And that’s okay. That is so okay.

Because it certifies that we are human, not insensitive pieces of machinery. Which brings me to my point. I guess this entire time I’ve been worrying about growing up, about not being ready to grown up, about the person I am yet to become whilst not realising the person I already am which was my mistake. I might not turn out to be all the (incredibly many many) things I hope to be but hey, I’m fifteen.

And counting…

Stay gorgeous.


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