HayleyHeartsxo

I decided I wanted to blog about something lighter for my third blog post and if you haven't guessed by the hilarious title, it's about hair colours.    I've never been one to stick to the same hair colour for particularly long - and some of have been the tits, and others have been….well, not so great. (I was very tempted to write ‘the pits’ but I want people to read further than this particular paragraph..)    I remember being obsessed with The Osbournes when I was younger and in particular, Kelly Osbourne's bubble gum pink hair. So off I went to Nequiba, an ‘alternative’ hippy shop that sold stargazer hair dye and I bought the most shocking pink I could find. It didn't work, and to this day I don't know why - but it's probably a blessing as I don't imagine my high school would have been a-okay with pink hair if they couldn't hack girls having boobs.  However, it didn't stop my resolve and through the years, I wish I had had shares in Boo...

I've always had a weird relationship with my body - my boobs seemed to grow before everyone else's and due to my sweet tooth and love of crisps, so did my waist line.  In highschool all the boys only went for the slim, pretty girls and so I decided, that if I were to diet and slim down, I too would be worthy of being someone's girlfriend for a week. (relationships didn't last long in highschool.)   I went on the strangest diets - I read once that pineapple was good for boosting your metabolism so I therefore decided not to eat anything other than pineapple and cereal. Unsurprisingly, that one didn't stick. I stumbled across pro-anorexia sites online and whilst I was incredibly lucky to never succumb to such an awful disease, I certainly did some pretty questionable things such as chewing my food and then spitting it out to avoid the calories from time to time.  Needless to say, I wasn't very nice to my body. It didn't help when boys would turn to me a...

The first thing I wanted to blog about was something I hold dearly to my chest….because it is my chest. I love boobs. (No prizes for guessing that Gloria is my favourite character in Modern Family.) EVERYBODY loves boobs, right? Then WHY is there still a stigma attached to those that dare to show an inch of flesh below the neck?    Let me elaborate. I’ve always had pretty big jugs - I bought my first ‘big girls’ bra when I was 11 and it was pink leopard print. I was the generation that grew up with playboy bunny cushions, so of course it was pink leopard print. It was underwired and padded beyond belief but I loved it and I loved how wearing it made me feel - womanly and supported.  A couple of years down the line and Sienna Miller made boho a thing, and so when it came to non-uniform day at highschool my newly purchased floaty green top with faded jeans (oh god) was a no brainer. I was probably about a C cup at this point.  Halfway through the day I was ...

Why am I starting a blog? Because my boyfriend and friends bullied me into it. Because people get bored of me ranting about something on Facebook and decided it was about time I subjected my rants to the poor strangers on the internet. Because I've read a couple of blogs and thought ‘I could do that’. Because I want to. My name’s Hayley and I live in a quiet little town called Stratford Upon Avon - home to William Shakespeare and a thousand charity shops. I have a long term boyfriend called Mike who suffers through my over enthusiasm for holidays and ‘just one more picture, please?’ We live together and have made the grown up step of owning our first pet - Florence the Pygmy hedgehog (but more on her another time.) In my spare time I enjoy drinking too many White Russians, watching Modern Family and changing my hair colour. I love red lipstick, faux fur, leopard print and anything that glitters. If I were at Hogwarts I'd probably be a Hufflepuff, but the colours...