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Wolfish Delight

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One month old & podcast plans

Happy one month anniversary??

When I first started this blog, I scoured the internet for any blog post I could find about how to increase my traffic. This was a recurring thing, I’d finish writing a blog post and then I’d spend the rest of my evening on pinterest having all these posts thrown at me about how someone reached 40k views in their first month etc etc. Of course, that’s something I wanted but I began to realise no amount of “tips and tricks” is gonna increase my traffic. Especially not at that rate! Of course some things work for some people and there are certain things us bloggers need to do in order to grow our following, like being active on social media. But obsessively reading these posts won’t help my blog!

So I’m avoiding such posts for now, I understand that they are supposed to be helpful and I’m not denying that they are. Just not for me, they do more harm than good because I end up spending more time reading those posts rather than writing my own.

On another note, if any of you are following me on twitter (@wolfishdelight if you’re not!) you will have heard that I’m interested in starting my own podcast. It will be hosted on this blog (hopefully) so you won’t have to go far if you would like to listen to them, once I’ve gotten round to organising it. However, I have a bad habit of wanting to do everything now. If it’s even remotely possible then I want to do it asap, because I’m excited! I’m excited at the prospect of starting a new project and to work on my creativity further. It was the same with self-hosting my blog, the second I knew I had enough money I began the process of sorting it and I managed to do it all within an hour or so!

But I know I need to slow down a bit, because as much as I want to throw myself into making this a podcast a reality, I don’t quite have the time or the energy at the moment with school and all. Plus I still need to continue working on my blog and trying to build it up, it is only barely a month old! So the podcast idea is going take a backseat, for now.

And with blogging, comes photography. Which is also a skill I’m trying to develop, I’ve managed the first step of figuring out how some of the settings work and I think I’ve just about managed to grasp what ISO means! So my current focus is going to be building my blog up further and improving my sorely lacking photography skills. And of course, staying on top of my school work and getting good grades.

 

Until next time 🙂

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An experience with catcalling

So remember in my first post where I said I’m not afraid to talk about the hush hush topics of life? Yeah here’s one of them.

Catcalling, one of the many delights us women face. Just keep in mind that this post is about ONE instance.

So, I got dressed for school and I was really happy with how I looked, more so than usual. I looked in the mirror and my first thought was “I look really good today!” Now my self-esteem isn’t horrendous but most days it’s more on the side of “eh it’ll do.”

As I was walking to school after my dad had dropped me off, I was outside for all of three minutes, in those three minutes two guys had honked their horns at me and the second made weird suggestive faces once he had gotten my attention. To which I rolled my eyes and went back to looking at my phone. Once I had crossed the road and gotten away from that creep, I began to feel uncomfortable. My previously positive thoughts about my looks were clouded with doubts.

Is my skirt too short?

Maybe I should cover my thighs with my bag…

Is anyone else looking at me funny?

And once I realised what was happening, I got angry. I tried to remind myself of how happy I felt when I looked in the mirror this morning.

And as if that wasn’t enough, while I was walking down after meeting my bf we walked past a bunch of builders. Now I’m not gonna lie, I was nervous. Maybe not nearly as much as if I was alone, but nervous nonetheless. Which is disgusting, that I can’t even walk to my own school in broad daylight without feeling self-conscious.

But I had faith, my boyfriend was right there so surely nothing would happen right? Nope. I walked through this group of builders with my boyfriend walking behind me, one of them was staring as I walked by and had the AUDACITY to tap my bf’s arm and make a suggestive face. THE FUCKING AUDACITY!!

Similar things have happened before but never so many in such a small space of time. All of this, from start to finish, probably happened in a 20 minute period?

To make matters worse, most guys don’t see what they’re doing as wrong. “Take it as a compliment” How about no. A compliment is when my friend tells me my hair looks nice, not when some low life creep honks his horn at me or when some guy old enough to be my dad no, be my granddad glues his eyes to my legs and won’t look away until I’m out of sight. Elders aren’t so wise when they think with their dicks.

Honestly, you don’t see lesbians staring open mouthed at other women. If they can be sexually attracted to women and still be a decent human being, I think men might just be able to manage it too.

Until next time 🙂

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My body image and me

Since I was about 6, I have been considered ‘chubby.’ I always had to wear clothes that weren’t for my age group. So at 6 I wore clothes that were for 7 or 8 year olds, even then it was a struggle. And my god did my family tease me. I don’t think I was that bothered by it as a kid, I was just really aware that I was fat. And that it was a bad thing. (It isn’t)

And then I reached 12 years old and since then my stomach has been my biggest insecurity. Literally… Along with other parts of my body, naturally. When I got changed I would do it so quickly and I wouldn’t stand in front of a mirror because I was afraid of what I’d see. That, my dear friends, was a big mistake. Because I can recommend nothing more highly that actually stopping and looking at yourself in the mirror while in your underwear (or naked??) to improve your self-esteem and perception of yourself. Why? Because you can see what your body actually looks like and hopefully realise it’s not as bad as you thought. Our brains naturally tend to go straight to the worst case scenario, mine definitely did. All those years I avoided my body, my brain was making awful assumptions and was making me seem so much worse than I actually was.

But I’ve learnt not to hate my stomach a much as I used to, I’m not sure what has come over me. I, of course, still have days where I’d rather the stomach pudge wasn’t there but it’s not as extreme as it used to be. I’ve embraced the pudge, to an extent. I think it’s because I decided I was going to focus on the parts of my body I do like. I like my legs and my boobs, my butt could use some work but we’ll get there eventually!

I’m still learning to love my body, but I’ve come a long way.

Until next time 🙂

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Being selfish in the name of self love

Sometimes, you just need to step back, from the hustle of life and the stresses of other people. Now I don’t know about you guys, but I get asked for advice. Less so now because I literally talk to about five people about things that go deeper than how my weekend was. By choice mind you, I don’t know how I managed it but I’ve shrunken my circle of friends and I’m more than satisfied with it. But before, I’d get questions from people I barely knew, they’d spill their most personal stories to me and ask me what they should do. And I’d try and help but I’m no psychologist, there’s not doctor patient confidentiality here. I felt compelled to help, because “how rude would I be if I didn’t?”

And after a while, it started to wear me down. I didn’t want to talk to certain people because “oh what are they gonna dump on me today?” Our conversations just became about their struggles, sometimes their own faults and they were just making the same mistakes over and over again. I have very little patience as is so imagine having to deal with someone coming back to you with the same issue because they couldn’t be bothered to change their ways. It was exhausting, and I was at a point in my life where I was already barely keeping my head above the water, I can’t hold other people up too! I have a select few people who I would gladly help. No doubt about it. They get me and my limits, I appreciate that.

But it’s not selfish to look after yourself, it has been pushed onto us since we could talk that we must put others before ourselves and we must be ready to help them at any point. But when you think about that, how is that even anywhere near healthy? I mean sure you shouldn’t be self-obsessed, but there’s a huge difference between being self-obsessed and making sure that your basic needs are being met. Both physically and mentally mind you. I’m not saying don’t help people, I’m just telling you to be wary of when it gets too much for you and to be able to take a step back and not feel guilty about it.

Until next time 🙂

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