Queue the cliche, but at 25, I feel like I'm now actually reaching the stage where I truly feel that I'm starting not to care what other people think. I've mentioned on here before that I'm a people-pleaser and hate to be disliked. There's been numerous times where I've recounted conversation I've had with colleagues, friends, friends of friends and thought "why the hell did I say that?! They're going to think I'm strange..." Now at the ripe old age of 25, I feel the tides turning and so what if people don't like me? So what if people stare when I ask the boyfriend to take photos of me in public for my blog?
I'm not saying that magically overnight I've suddenly become a completely new version of myself but, this weekend I actually had the confidence to stand in the street with my boyfriend and attempt to shoot a 'style' post of sorts. For me this is a big deal. I'm not the most comfortable in front of the camera (put me behind it any day of the week!) and I'm my own harshest critic when it comes to looking at photos of myself. But, this weekend I managed to push past the feelings of embarrassment and pose in the road for half an hour. I might not be 100% happy with how I look *note to self, get back to the gym* but I'm confident enough to put these images up on here as a start to the new me my new outlook on life...
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