I met Maree many years ago at university. She was one of the first friends that I made
there and one of the only ones that stuck. She’s always been like a big sister to me. I stood next to her as she got married, she was right up the front at my dad’s funeral and together, we laugh ourselves silly. Basically, we’re family.

I see a side to Maree that all of us can relate to. I’ve watched her struggle with body image and I’ve watched her transform her attitude towards it by becoming more educated and surrounding herself with the right kind of people who encourage her rather than “constructively criticise” her. Haven’t we all had healthy doses of ‘constructive criticism.’ Continue reading →

“Decluttering.” A glorious verb which I have come to appreciate more and more. There’s nothing like living with a clear mind or in a clean area. Here’s ten ways in which I like to bring myself back up when the clutter is weighing my mind down.

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Happy WA Day!! Yes, this is a day late. No, there was no way in hell that I could have posted this blog up yesterday. But we meet again, my faithful readers. I hope you are having a lovely long weekend, if you live in the Wild West. We’re a bunch of ragers here in Perth, don’t believe the rumours. The only thing “boring” in Perth is WHEN YOU GO TO A DRESS UP PARTY AND NO ONE ELSE IS DRESSED UP!

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9am- I woke up at 6am this morning and thought ‘crap, it’s almost time for work!!!’ No, fool, no. IT’S SATURDAY! Hell yeah, I live for Saturdays. Saturdays and food. My two favourite things. Anyway, I’m going to check my phone, be lazy and wait for the time to tick around for #SereneSaturday to begin. “#SereneSaturday ?” I hear you ask. It means, Saturday morning yoga, brunch and a day of leisure. Serenity now, am I right?

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8.30am- Good morning and welcome to FRIDAYYYY! Yes, this work week is coming to an end. It’s been a good morning so far, I treated myself to some Muzz Buzz. It takes me about half an hour to drive to work so I love sipping on a vanilla latte when I get the odd chance. I used to be addicted to getting Muzz Buzz on the way to work and so now I have to only treat myself before I wreck myself, ya know what I’m saying? I’ve got some work to do this morning, so let’s get this party started! *opens emails.*

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7.30am- Hello, Moody Magda is back today. Look, to be fair, I’m not irrationally, or unexplainably moody. Anyway, in saying that, perhaps I chose the wrong week to do this, because I’m not exactly dishing out rainbows and butterflies, am I? But, this is real and so Ima keep it real.

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8.44am– My hands are freezing! I can barely type. I’m taking just a couple quick minutes to start today’s blog off, before I have to go cover someone’s class. So I woke up, checked my phone, watched some vlogs on YouTube and made the yummiest breakfast ever-fetta and avocado on toast! But I’m hungry again. Ofcourse. #FoodIsLife. No Magda, control your animal urges.

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6am- My alarm goes off and my emotions are mixed between being grateful to be alive and “F*&^ this f*&^%*&*^ sh&%!” So anyway, I check my phone with one eye barely open and promptly snooze for 20 minutes. Then, I force myself to wake up. I wash my face, brush my teeth and praise the heavens above that I had a shower before bed because it feels like it’s -20 degrees out there. As I look in the mirror, I notice that I have 3 heads today- my own and two pimples, who have decided that the left side of my face is a nice home for them. Long story short, the next twenty minutes are spent trying to make myself look like I’m not still going through puberty. I promptly discover, (as I do every morning), that no amount of NARS, Loreal or Maybelline is going to make my nose or butt smaller. Off to work!

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While I was eliminating bundles of clothes, (and thinking about how annoying it was that I didn’t have enough room for them all), my grandma commented on how during the war, she would rely on parcels of second hand clothes to survive. It was a gentle reminder for me. I don’t come from a wealthy background, but the fact that I was complaining about having too many clothes is a sign of… well… It’s a sign of being a spoilt little bitch, to be honest. What a first world problem.

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