The Return.

So, i have been away for a week in the land of Cornish Pasties to my little piece of sanctuary. My flat within a castle upon a cliffside. Unfortunately I've had to return to the rat race as i have to get back to the soulless corporation which i work for. They pay well, this is the only upside.
However now sat here with a cup of my beloved Yorkshire brew, basking with Laura Marlings new album (it's beautiful, i suggest you purchase a copy this instant), i have found myself actually feeling guilty over what i have eaten this week. Where did it even come from? As i have more then enjoyed indulging my every whim from Nepalese Chickpeas to Cod and Chips. This thought has made me aware of how much within the environment i am in now i fret over what i eat. Unintentionally i find myself looking at Sat Fats and Calories of produce, then putting them down in fear for what it might do to my waist-line.
I do admit i am slightly addicted to exercise, to the point in which if i don't cycle or have at least 30 minutes at the Gym I'm like a smoker who hasn't lit up in over 5 hours. But i never once considered how obsessive i am over food.
Whilst in the relaxed atmosphere of the Cornish coastline i felt no pressure to order a salad or refuse a biscuit, but as soon as i step foot back in this close, pressured village which i live, the horror of how many calories i have consumed terrifies me.
Now some people might blame this on thin celebrities within the media, however not once have i ever admired a torso with its ribcage exposed or legs which are matchsticks. But i believe this is just an excuse for an older generation trying to explain the insecurities of those younger than them. We always seem to want to point the finger at some higher figure to blame for our insecurities when we should just harden up and take the fact we have problems with our own appearance because we are human. If someone were to embrace and love every inch of their body, we would call them vain or arrogant. So how can we win?

Insecurities are excellent, they make us who we are.

I for one will be embracing mine from now on.

On a lighter note, my boyfriend's brother had his foreskin pierced yesterday.

à bientôt!