Lost & Found - Finding Myself.

Being a teenager is hard. Period. (No pun intended.)

For me, the hardest part of becoming a teenager wasn't the stereotypical things like spots and hormones and dealing with the what sometimes feels like the weight of the world on my shoulders, it was finding myself. Finding where I fitted in in the void of the world, and what category of people I belonged to, and what my existence means to everyone else, and if they even really cared. 

London's Calling

Being a 15 year old girl, I can only imagine the life of a beauty blogger, living in London City, fab-u-lous. 

Day in, day out, I endlessly watch YouTube videos of pretty girls showing me how to apply my make up, telling me of their favourite products and showing me the wonderful pieces of MAC products they just bought, before dashing off to a photo shoot. And as I sit here in my bedroom, I can only dream of someday, being behind a camera, beauty blogging, while London City busily rushes by outside my window.