Facts VS Twist 

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Part One: The FACTS!

You know that feeling when you get a pimple?

You feel that sucker under your skin days before, you try your best to cover it up but you carry that sore feeling around all day and CONSTANTLY feel like everyone in the world can tell its there?
HUGE bummer.

Its something so small and tiny that you build up to be the biggest, baddest WORST first-world crisis to the point that you contemplate literally not leaving the house.

I ain’t blaming you, a pestering pimple can totally ruin your day.

Not saying that in a patronising/condescending way either, I’m being 8 more than 92 with you(driiizzzzzaaayyyyy)!
But, we all know that super-articulately and intelligently put, a pimple is just an annoying thing that kinda pops up every now and then, right?

They come and they go. They are super ugly and painful and score an EASY 15/10 on the Annoying Scale.

We also all know that the less you just chill out, accept it and the more you irritate it, the angrier it gets.

The more it starts to resemble STOP-sign red, the more it feels like its rivalling the size of your head and the more (we think)it just becomes that super awkward elephant in the room that definitely no one invited at all, but just rocks up to the party without anything expecting to have a good ol’ time.

Thats not even on.
So, my simple pimple combat:

1. Accept it – I get it, you’re gonna hang around for a couple days and thats totally okay, I can handle you. Ain’t no biggie.

2. Give myself a killer blow-dry – Just ’cause, DAYYUUUMMM GIRL YASSSSS, GET ITTTTT.

3. Put on a fly-ass outfit to compliment how bangin’ your hair looks.

4. Continue kicking-on with the day because people as go-getting-great as us(if I may say so ourselves) have actually got too much world-dominating-cool-stuff to do & ain’t got no time for that.

You just tell her, I see you, Girl. I feel ya, Honey.

But just because you’re there doesn’t mean you have to stop me.

You’re just a damn pimple.
HOLLLDDDDDDDD UPPPPPPP!
Hi, Faithy, you’re writing an in-depth blog about pimples now?

We all knew you’d run out of cool things to write about and end up blabbing on about junk to waste our time.

BYYYYEEEE!!!
But WAIT! Theres a point to all of this, no I haven’t lost my wit and hilariousness! Don’t give up on me juuuussstttt yet.

Part Two: The TWIST!

So a while ago a dear, dear friend of mine who is a talented, beautiful, amazing young lady requested I write a blog about something big that effected her life.

Its taken me a damn while to write about it, though.

1. Because I’m defs about 97% Cool Rebel in all things in life. And (the more genuine reason)

2. Because its a huge, scary, thing-people-dont-talk-about/challenges-the-hell-out-of-my-writing topic for me.

Something that not only loads of my friends and family have dealt with, but one that I’ve had quite a bit of experience with myself.

So its a personal one. It hits me right in the little heart!

And no, its not about a pimple.

 

Anxiety.

Personally, I don’t like to think of my own anxiety as a diagnosis.

I acknowledge it as an emotion. A super, very, totally seriously, really real emotion.

But its not a diagnosis, it isn’t a label, it isn’t a trap and I feel like it really helps me to remind myself of that.

Its just something I feel. Not every day and not all the time.

But I spent so much time angry at the fact that I felt anxious, that it just got blown up into this big deal in my head.

I had made it start to resemble a big red STOP-sign, it felt like it was a problem rivalling the size of my head and the more (I thought) it just became that super awkward elephant in the room that definitely no one invited at all, but just rocks up to the party without anything expecting to have a good ol’ time.

I never ended up just sitting down for a minute and trying to figure out where it was coming from and it wasn’t until I stopped prodding and poking that I started to just get it a little more.

Sometimes I feel it about scary things, important things, exciting things and sometimes (every time) I feel it about silly things like undercooking chicken.

Its always just before I make a big decision about something, or cook chicken for dinner (haha) or when  something really important is about to change.

So, really, the emotion was kind of warranted?

I didn’t need to get flustered, I just needed to figure out why it was there and what triggered it off.
So to put it super-articulately and intelligently, anxiety is just an annoying thing that kinda pops up every now and then, right?
So, my anxiety combat:

1. Accept it – I get it, you’re gonna hang around for a couple days and thats totally okay, I can handle you. Ain’t no biggie.

2. Give myself a killer blow-dry – Just ’cause, DAYYUUUMMM GIRL YASSSSS, GET ITTTTT.

3. Put on a fly-ass outfit to compliment how bangin’ your hair looks.

4. Continue kicking-on with the day because people as go-getting-great as us(if I may say so ourselves) have actually got too much world-dominating-cool-stuff to do & ain’t got no time for that.

You just tell her, I see you, Girl. I feel ya, Honey.

But just because you’re there doesn’t mean you have to stop me.

You’re just like a damn pimple.
O.F. OUT.
x

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2 thoughts on “Facts VS Twist 

  1. I am so glad I looked up your blog last week, Liv.
    This was the first post I’ve read of yours in quite a while and boy, has it made a difference to my way of thinking already. Seriously.

    I love the way you have typed it out. Pretty unique with the pimple analogy, the humour and OMG… let’s not forget, it’s relatable to a ficken T!
    Keep doin whatchu are doin gurrrrrl!!!

    And thank you Xx

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