Did you know that I haven’t picked up my camera for about two and a half months!? I am seriously disappointed in myself for slacking, when I’m soon to be a photography student in college! Before my exams and becoming an auntie, it was always in my hand but there has hardly been any time for me to think about snapping away. I was scrolling through Pinterest this morning and I came across this thirty day photo challenge pin. I thought it’d be an excellent way to get the ball rolling again with my photography!
Day One: Self Portrait
Today, I am wearing my hat (H&M £14.00) a Nirvana tee (a birthday gift), a dark green checked shirt (charity shop) and high waisted/high rise Mom shorts (Topshop £28.00)
A few years ago I struggled a lot with my self-esteem and confidence in how I looked. All through Primary school I had short hair and played football with the boys most breaks and lunchtimes. Because of this, my nickname was ‘Boy’ as I guess the boys perceived me as more of a male than a female. I never batted an eyelid at their nickname for me but when I moved into Secondary I wanted to grow my hair. Even though the boys I hang out with before didn’t see me much, the name still stuck and I found it more upsetting. I hung out with a large group of girls but I didn’t entirely lose my tomboyish side. There was also a huge part of me that wanted to be different and not follow the crowd. Sometime in Year 8, I got one side of my hair cut above my ear while the other side was chin length. I didn’t really think about it much, I just went along to my next appointment and asked my hairdresser to cut it. Here’s what it looked like:
I don’t really remember it bothering me that much until some kids at school started bullying me for it and calling me names. After that, I was desperate for it to grow and I can recall saying to Mum, “why did you let me get it cut?!” she would simply reply, “you just wanted to be different, and I didn’t see anything wrong with that.”
Looking back now, there’s a part of me that wished I hadn’t of got it cut, because then I wouldn’t have had all that agro from people who thought it looked funny. On the other hand, I should have been able to do what made me happy without people being nasty, but the truth is, there are always going to be people that don’t agree with your choices.
Now, I am much happier in my skin and my advice is that if you truly want to do something, don’t let other peoples comments stop you. After all, it is just their opinion. Be happy and be you!