Lazy Sunday at the beach/perfection is a myth

Something that's really important to me is being a blogger for every woman (by that I mean anyone who identifies as one), and not one who makes people feel inadequate. It's important for me to document the not-so-great outfits, the days where I've got hardly any makeup on, the days where life gets in the way. I do this because I'm not a polished blogger and I'm not a polished human so why pretend to be? I do it for you, and I do it for me because even *I* need reminding that my worth doesn't hinge on looking like I just stepped out of a catalogue shoot. A quest for 'perfection' leads us all to believe that we have to be done up to the nines to be a worthy of taking photographs and quite frankly it's bollocks. Life happens. Bad weather days happen, bad sleep days happen, ill days happen, bloated days happen, and I don't want to suggest in any way that you have to look perfect to have a great day, a great time, or a great life.

This was a lazy Sunday. I'm barely wearing any makeup, I'm wearing clothes that feel comfortable and I've got windswept hair. This is me in a nutshell, and I'm enough. You're enough.

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I'm wearing:
Leather jacket, past season New Look Curves
Mustard sleeveless top, past season DP Curve
Jersey peg legs, ASOS *AL - these are oversized so size down if you don't want a loose fit
Stripey canvas shoes, past season Primark
Backpack, current Primark
I feel as a blogger I should put on a polished persona, but I'm not that girl. I'm the girl with hair like a toppled haystack, a big smear on my glasses, my necklace on back to front, and does it really matter? Should it detract from my happiness when I'm enjoying my day? No, and I'm not going to let it. What I do while I'm out is more important than what I wear. Feeling the wind in my hair, talking to my husband, picking up shells from the beach, this is the stuff that makes me happy and this is what should make me happy. Of course I want to knock a killer outfit out once in a while, but I'm not going to feel like I have to be anything other than myself. If people are naturally polished humans, good on them - this isn't a diss. This is me realising who I really am and vowing to stop beating myself up for all I'm not.
Thanks for reading. Leah xoxo

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