Looking back over my life


With my birthday coming up tomorrow, I've been looking over the photo albums and reflecting on my life.


I love looking through all our old photos, reminiscing about our life, all of our family, and remembering the good times. There's some absolute crackers, the photos are just brilliant and I thought it would be fun to share some of my family photos with you all and tell a few funny and heartwarming stories in honour of my birthday tomorrow, to let you all see how much I've grown... Its a proper glow up if I do say so myself haha. So let's dive in, shall we?











On 18th September, 1995, I turned 3 years old. This is the first birthday I remember, I'm not sure why it sticks in my mind, well, probably because I became very unwell whilst at nursery, and although I had a lovely time, I spent the next 5 days vomiting and staying in bed. That morning I was allowed to pick out my own clothes (I had a banging style eh?) Then off to nursery I went. I was super excited because in nursery it was my turn to get the dress up set and a huge cake! Safe to say I was so so excited. Unfortunately I got sick before they could all sing happy birthday and my gran collected me. When we were back in the house my mum and gran done my birthday cake, I got my presents then went for a sleep on the couch.






October 1995 - My Third Halloween.

I have always been a huge lover of Halloween, it's my favourite time of the year and it all started when I was quite young. I always got my costume made for me by my gran, she's a whizz at whipping up clothes and this Dalmatian costume she made me because I was obsessed with 101 dalmatians is the best one, in my eyes, because it was just perfect! I worked that thing and won best costume, oh yeah!





When I was younger we would have days out to so many places, I have tons of fond memories of going on adventures.





We were always doing something, every weekend we would set out in search of a new place to explore. My mum and gran done so much for me, I only ever had those two and they done EVERYTHING they could for me and to make my life the best it could be.








My first time in Canada

Growing up I heard tales of how amazing Canada was, how much there was to do and how free life felt over there. My grandpa would regularly talk to me on the phone and one day my mum decided we were going over. We lived there for about 18 months and what an amazing time that was! We done a huge road trip, we drove for weeks on end, going to new places such as Victoria, Calgary, Toronto and so many more AMAZING placed. We would stay in little motels, ones with so much character, places I would be Instagramming the shizz out of! That was one of the best times of my life. 





My Mum and Gran really did do everything and more for me. They clothed me, fed me, gave me amazing holidays, made sure I experienced life and got the education of the world and not just school. I owe a great deal to both of these amazing women, they made me who I am today. All the amazing memories we have will never leave me. Looking at photos of my mum are quite surreal, like I know who she was, I know her, I heard her voice, I cuddled her and she was my world but it feels like a life time ago now, like what we went through is a distant dream that never really happened. Being able to hold photos of her means so much to me and I think that's why I print our family photos out still, so Leon will have photos when I'm gone.


Yep. I used to dress my cat up when I was 10 years old and have mini photo shoots with him. I ain't even sorry because he rocks that kilt.


I won fancy dress I'm school this year, I got the title of best costume and a girl who hated me had a tantrum about loosing as her mum made her costume then told on me saying I didn't have a hand made costume and the teacher said that's not a requirement haha it was such a funny scenario, I was getting bullied around this time so everyone basically made fun of me that night and told me that the other girl should have won so I should give her my prize... I would definitely go back and tell myself at the time, that it's ok, don't cry because one day you'll be living your best life whilst they are still bitter and full of hatred.





The night of my primary 7 prom. I did not want to go. I was super scared and didn't want to be in a social setting with people who were quite mean to me. Luckily I had a good time. My mum took so many photos it was unreal, in ever angles and she made such a fuss! At the time I hated her for it, I was super embarrassed but being a mum myself, I'll be doing the same to little bear haha.


Before a school dance. I chose my outfit myself, can you tell? Haha and I BEGGED to wear heels so my mum compromised and let me wear wedges lol looking back, I hate that damn outfit, it's so wrong lol.


Hey, mum, do my make up for Halloween please? I want a "goth" look.

She did try her best haha I felt like I had a neon sign above my head saying "Hey, throw eggs at me!" That's exactly what happened btw. The young boys in our area would egg people at Halloween and that year, I got it and I got it pretty bad! I was just starting to dip my toe into goth culture at this age, so Halloween was the perfect time to try it out for me.



My Mum thought it was a phase I was going through, that I wouldn't be dressing in all black and dying my hair crazy colours, she genuinely didn't thing it would last more than a couple of months but I loved the style from 11 years of age till now still, although I don't dress how I used to, I still admire the style. This photo was in my premium goth years, I loved my look, those around me didn't. They were some of the toughest years bullying wise but I kept true to myself and didn't change my style for anyone.


This was the last photo my mum took of me at Christmas time as it was the last Christmas I spent with her. For this reason I have a special attachment to this photo.


Yes mum, I'm wearing trousers with tassels and what. This is a total mood is it not? Who else remembers these absolute belters. These trousers were all the rage and I had them in every colour.... yes, even in that horrible lime colours haha




I was definitely a little character. I loved the camera, every chance, I took it. I was always posing or doing something funny, there's so many photos of me looking like I'm walking that cat walk haha.







And this is me now... well, not RIGHT NOW but you get the picture haha. I've definitely grown, both outside and in. I've had a weird, all over the place, exciting life but looking back, I wouldn't change a thing because I wouldn't be who I am today without all of these experiences. Who knows what the future holds, but one things for sure, I'm lucky. I'm excited and I cannot wait to make more amazing memories with my family.


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1 comment

  1. This was such a lovely post. I really loved seeing how you've grown up and how your style has evolved. I had a goth "phase" too - a lot of black clothing, coloured or balkc hair, spiked jewellery. I still like the style but don't wear it myself anymore. Oh, and I definitely remember those tassel trousers! LOL.

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