20 of the most important pieces of advice you should accept in your twenties


A few nights ago, my best friend from school sent me a quote: “Nothing will ruin your 20’s more than thinking you should have your life together already.” Now if I were to ever get a tattoo, it might just be this quote (obviously in a much prettier language).

This piece of advice really resonated with me, and with my Instagram followers. (After posting, it quickly become one of my most liked posts of 2014). Us twenty-something females love hearing a good piece of advice, whether that be through a friend, parent, celebrity we love or through a Pinterest quote. And we love sharing them with each other even more.

So over the last few days I’ve collected a number of thoughts that I’ve actually been collecting for the last four years since turning 20, the most important advice I’ve heard and actually said to myself in perhaps the most turbulent, ever-changing and emotional decade we all live through, our twenties.

1. Keep your friendship circle tight.

2. Stop dieting. Accept and love who and what you are and never ever give up chocolate.

3. When worrying about the slightest thing just think: Will it matter in a year? If not, stop worrying. It’s a waste of time.

4. Learn, love and accept your bodyshape, and dress accordingly. Not everyone looks good in a body-con.


5. Being nice to people in the most undervalued and ignored rule in the world. So start being nice.

6. Listen to your body, when you need to sleep, sleep. When you need to eat, eat and when you need a duvet day in front of trashy TV, do just that.

7. When you’re on your period, crying 247, weighing 15 stone, being paranoid everyone is talking about you/hates you and feeling angry at EVERYONE is the norm. Just go with it.

8. Having your heart broken at least once is the worst and possibly the most important lesson you will learn growing up.

9. Life spent laughing is the best way to invest your time.


10. Fat days are there so you can appreciate how good you look on non fat days.

11. Read a much as you can. Like every other muscle in your body, your brain needs exercise.

12. Those ‘friends’ who make you feel shit about yourself when you leave them. You don’t need them. Get rid.

13. Invest your time properly. In your family, good friends and most importantly yourself.

14. You know those amazing girlfriends that you never see anymore? Ring them, tell them you love them.

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15. Stop spending so much time on social media. And don’t take everything you see, read and hear at face value. Everyone is hiding behind it.

16. The most important relationship is the relationship you have with yourself. If someone or something comes in-between that, move on, your stuck with yourself for a lot longer.

17. On life in general sometimes: Fuck it.

18. Just be yourself.

19. Stop doing what you think you should be doing. You live once, go out there and do exactly what you want to do. Go for it.

20. Never let the opinions of those who don’t matter, matter.


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My night at Red Magazine’s Book Club

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Over a year ago I was invited to an ‘Author Master-Class’ hosted by Cosmopolitan Magazine. Authors including Lindsey Kelk and Victoria Fox were on hand to answer questions from a keen audience made up of aspiring authors, avid Cosmo readers and wannabe bloggers. Being all three I found the event highly enjoyable and inspirational but throughout it I was also terrified. I spent the event cowering in the corner, avoiding the free champagne and canapés and feeling completely out of my depth. I didn’t feel like I belonged in a room of such incredible women. At the time I had a roughish idea for a first novel, I was temping in the city, tirelessly trying to find a job I actually enjoyed and living with my in-laws. During the Q&A I somehow plucked up the courage to ask an author a question. I can’t quite remember how I phrased it, or the answer (I was too nervous to really take it all in) but overall I found the evening a bit daunting.

So when I received an invite from Hearst to a similar event over a month ago the first though that came to mind is how far I’ve come since last year’s event and how I hardly recognise that timid (believe it or not), career jealous, young woman. The invite was to Red Magazine’s Book Club event hosted by novelist Esther Freud. I admit I’ve never actually read any of her work but I wanted to immerse myself in the world of magazine journalism and published authors for the night. Pre-event I felt super confident, I’m at a completely different stage in my life, I own a blog I’m incredibly proud of, I blog for a national website, I’m writing a book and I’ve found a job I love. I arrived with a new outlook, a fresh set of questions and poised to network, and the night certainly didn’t disappoint…

In true Mary Olivia Hickey style I arrived just in the knick of time, after finishing work at 6pm at Waterloo I rushed over to St Paul’s for a 6.30pm start. Emerging from St Paul’s tube I surprise, surprise got lost, despite using Google Maps I still ALWAYS get lost. I can never work out which way the blue blob wants me to go and so always end up walking 10 minutes in the wrong direction… Arriving at The Fable at 6.32pm I was greeted by three beautiful women. Incredibly slim, tall and in all black bang on trend outfits, despite only coming up to their shoulders and being 3 or 4 stone heavier I didn’t feel out of place. ‘Hey I’m one of you journos’ I thought to myself.

The first half hour, we were encouraged to network and enjoy the free champagne and canapés. And boy did I do both. With a glass in hand and a three pieces of salami down I spoke to 3 incredible women within the first 15 minutes. A lawyer, a short-story writer and a book seller. I was mesmerised by all three and strangely enough they seemed interested in me too. They were intrigued by my blog, the idea for my first novel and the content I write for metro.co.uk. Okay it did feel a bit like speed dating at times but overall it was just so refreshing to stand in a room full of intelligent, independent and career driven women.

Many of the guests were there to hear from the author and a real buzz drove around the room as we were invited to sit and listen to a reading. The author was fantastic. Passionate, creative and her language was so full of imagery and emotion her audience were able to step inside the pages of the book for a short while. She read an extract from her new book, Mr Mac and Me, which I am incredibly excited to start reading.

Following the reading she had a 30 minute conversation with Observer journalist and author, Elizabeth Day. This was a chance for the audience to really get to know Esther and so many of my questions were addressed. I’ve learnt that I shouldn’t panic if I’m not a published author by the age of 26, it takes years. I’ve also learnt that editing is a crucial part of the writing craft and more time should be dedicated to perfecting your work and unplugging the internet whilst you write is a successful writers biggest tip.

I found I could relate to Esther and so many of her writing habits. Like me she’s best in the morning and finds bashing out a solid 3 hours is better than flitting around for 7 hours. I also found like me, she’s self-concious of her work, until it’s finished and she’s happy. I doubt I will ever show my book to anyone apart from potential publishers until I land a deal.

After the discussion the audience were invited to ask questions. After listening to several guests encourage Esther to dig deeper into the meaning of the book I selfishly asked: “How do I dedicate the time to a book when I work full time?” The question was well received. A lady I had spoke to earlier in the evening smiled in encouragement. I got the answer I needed and I am taking it all on board. I’m going to dedicate more mornings, lunchtimes and precious weekends to my book. I’m also planning to hire a cottage for a week on  my own and bash out lots of content, minus my boyfriend and the internet. The most encouraging advice both Esther and Elizabeth gave me is ‘don’t panic’ yes I need to crack on but nobody is going to write my book MY way. This is something I’m scared of, my idea has been in my head so long I worry it’s going to move on and annoy someone else.

I left with my confidence intact, inspiration and a goodie bag full of goodies including a delicious box of truffles which  I enjoyed in bed when I got home whilst Tweeting the authors I’d just met.

Both authors and the editor of Red Magazine have asked me to keep in touch and promised to look out for me in the future. I hope I don’t disappoint!

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Life without wheat

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If you read my post, ’10 things I learnt on holiday’ you’ll know that I realised on my jollies that I’m 99.9% sure I’m wheat intolerant. Sob sob sob. I came back from Greece after eating 1000 tonnes of pitta bread and decided that I needed to regain control of my gut. Now I am one of these gals who makes ridiculous life changing promises at least once a month: At the beginning of the year I vowed to give up meat for a year, I found myself scoffing down a chicken pie in March, I also took part in Dry January until I met up with my friend on the 5th and enjoyed 2+ bottles of white wine. I’ve also given up carbs, sugar, fizzy drinks, chocolate, basically everything that is delicious. But, for over 5 weeks now I’m proud to say I’ve remained true to my wheat free promise. Okay, I’ve buckled once. I devoured a KFC family bucket with my boyfriend, but I had just landed a brand new super-duper job so I gave myself a treat. It resulted in an agonising stomach ache and a thirst that lasted 3 days and couldn’t be ridden despite drinking gallons of water. But it was worth it. Mainly because it reminded that chicken coated in breadcrumbs is a no no for my sensitive stomach.

Five weeks on an I am pleased to say that giving up wheat has well and truly changed my life. The weight loss hasn’t kicked in just yet, but I just feel much much better. I have non of the that post feed bloat, I wake up each morning with much more energy and I am actually beginning to enjoy food again rather than resenting it for make me feel like Mr Blobby for several hours after eating every meal. Now I promise I’m not preaching to the masses to join me in my wheat free ways. This isn’t Goop! But if like me 5 weeks ago you’re feeling exhausted pretty much all the time, sluggish after eating and bloated whenever you enjoy a bowl of Weetabix then I would recommend you just try a week without wheat. With every pro there are of course a few cons. I’ve listed them below:


- No belly boat after eating so you can look just like Michelle Kegan in a bodycon. (Well kind of)
– You’ll jump out of bed each morning just like the boy in the Kellogs advert.
– SOME wheat free alternatives are delicious, I would highly recommend Pizza Express’s gluten free brownie and NAKD bars. Doves Farm also has a great range of wheat free alternatives including baking ingredients.
– You will loose weight without having to give up chocolate.
– Most variety of Kettle Crisps are gluten free.
– Unlike most diets you won’t actually miss wheat. Just give it 2 weeks and the smell of toasted bagels won’t entice you, I promise!
– You’ll discover lots of yummy food, particularly when eating out you’ll try things you never would before off the menu.


-Many alternatives taste like wet cardboard. The only wheat free bread I’ve found that I actually enjoy is from M&S. And who can actually afford M&S food?
– As I just mentioned, there are wheat free alternatives but they are very pricey so make sure it’s definitely something you want to do before you stock up.
– Your bowels will become much more frequent, not great when your work toilet is shared by 10 offices.
– No beer. I miss beer.
– Social occasions or work meetings when biscuits are offered round. Because nobody in the world buys wheat free biscuits apart from you. I always make sure I have a wheat free snack in my bag, just in case.

Without going all Gwyneth Paltrow on y’all I will be posting more about my wheat free life. Mainly because it motivates me and also because I’ve read some of the best advice from blogs and online forums.

If anyone has any tips I would love to hear them, and I will Tweeting, Instagramming and blogging as I go.

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What are your dreams and goals in life?


There are so many resources and companies like Kabbage who provide small business loans, that help people achieve their dreams and goals everyday. Kabbage prompted me to think about my own dreams and goals and what I want to gain from the future. Yet one week later and I was still no nearer in deciding what my ultimate dream for the future is. I know a few goals of course:

Have a successful career

Buy a house with my partner

Be a mommy

Be happy & healthy

Be a size 8 on my wedding day (realistically maybe a 10)

When I looked at back at this list, first scrawled on the back of a Stylist magazine on my commute home I realised how generic these were. Ask 9/10 twenty-something females their goals in life and I’m sure they would give you pretty similar responses.

Kabbage approached me with a task to write a post about my dreams and goals, my brief from kabbage.com was to be as creative and unique as possible.


That’s probably why this post has taken over a week to write.

Writing down my life dreams was easy at school, we were often instructed to do so by a supply teacher during a creative writing lesson when they’d been thrust in front of a year 8 class without a lot of notice. The lesson was usually 2pm on a Friday afternoon, the majority of the class probably couldn’t wait to go home, but this sort of writing task always gave me that fizzy feeling and I often caused the class to be dismissed late as I wanted to read mine out in front of everyone. Writing about my dreams as a 12-year-old would require a separate blog post altogether, but looking back I can remember owning a pony, living on a farm and writing for Mizz magazine were up there in the top 10.

After procrastinating in nostalgic thoughts about year 8 for hours on end I realised I was still no nearer in thinking of my ultimate dream for the future, I’ve got my ‘generic’ dreams but what about MY dream. I’ve had a few restless nights thinking about some outlandish idea, but this morning I realised what my dream was, I wake up most mornings thinking about it, well them, and by them I mean the characters in my book. My dream in life is to write a book. Why it took me over a week to realise what was so obvious I don’t know!

Over a year ago I had one of those weird J.K Rowling on the train to London moments, I was woken up from sleep by an idea for my book, and it’s bloody brilliant. Soon after the characters popped into my head, fully formed with little personalities already intact and the story line has advanced so far that I’ve already got a trilogy in tow.

It’s a wonderful dream and possibly quite achievable too, I’m a writer and creative and I’m at that stage in my life where other than my job and paying the rent I have no real responsibilities. I could quite literally treat this book like my baby. But, and of course there is always a but. One chapter into my book and I’m now finding every excuse under the sun not to sit down and carry on into chapter two. I’m not sure if it’s lack of confidence or lack of novel writing ability. It’s certainly not lack of imagination because the idea is all there in my head itching to be put down on paper. So now is the time to make my dream happen. I think I’m lucky that my goal in life is within arm’s reach, it’s not in someone else’s hands, it’s in mine. And I am going to do it. Just you wait and see.

Oh and if Beyonce reads the book and loves that would be fabulous too.

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Generation Y so tough?

It’s been a while since I last wrote a post for my blog. I’ve been penning ideas for a while and I’ve now got a long list of posts that I need to get down to writing. But with a 9-5 job, a 1 hour commute on either side of that 9-5 job, a second job working for the metro.co.uk, a flat to up-keep and lots of much needed exercise to keep up with I often find, unfortunately my own blog often comes at the end of my very long to do list. Did I mention I’m trying to write a book too?

I originally planned to pitch this post idea to my editor at metro.co.uk, as the readership of the this popular online newspaper is primarily of the Generation Y age bracket. But I decided to keep this one to myself. I wanted to unfurl my thoughts into a post without having to keep a word count in mind or watch my words. Therefore I probably won’t reach a wide audience and get many shares but it will have the Mary Olivia Hickey stamp I think it needs to do it justice.

I want to talk about the woes of Generation Y, if you’re reading this from my Facebook page you are probably a member of Generation Y whether you know it or not. Just in case you needed to know, The Oxford Dictionary defines Generation Y as:

“The generation born in the 1980s and 1990s, comprising primarily the children of the baby boomers and typically perceived as increasingly familiar with digital and electronic technology.”

Basically you’re a twenty-something person who’s likely to be on Twitter.

And life is probably not quite what you expected. Like thousands of the Generation Y population I was born to parents who’d left University with an okayish degree and been offered 20+ jobs. They picked a career, worked their way up, met a partner, married, bought a house, had children, enlisted them in good schools, ensured they went on every school trip going and helped pay towards their university degree. All this happened as technology, opportunities, globalisation and choices advanced quicker than ever. For our parents, they thought that their children lived in the most exciting time ever. With thousands of university courses to choose from (hello Harry Potter Studies) countless apprenticeships and thousands of potential job opportunities, are parents reminded us again and again the sky is the limit.

Then we all graduated. Fresh faced, eager, excited and optimistic. We’d all sat through the odd dreary lecture about “how times were tough” and the fact we were about to be exposed to the toughest job market yet but did we really believe them? Our parents told us we were the best graduates around and we should seize all the opportunities that came gushing in…


The realisation is both our parents and more realistic lecturers were right. This is the most exciting time for young people, but it’s also ferociously difficult, competitive and cut throat. Especially for the likes of me, a twenty-four-year-old female with a Journalism BA. Over the past year I have sat through 11 interviews and failed. Yes 11. That’s 11 interview dresses, 100s of hours of preparing, 20+ hours commuting to interviews, 6 days of annual leave booked from temporary job to attend interviews, 10 interview tests, 15 hours spent in interviews and approximately 50 hours spent crying down to the phone to my family after receiving that frightful: “You were great but unfortunately you haven’t been successful this time” email.

I’m now sort of coming out of the other end. Sort of. But despite the fact I’m much stronger, I’m also very scarred by the past year. It was an incredible learning experience for me. To my parents, I’m their lovely, clever, hard-working daughter with two degrees and a would-be asset to any company. To organisations out there I’m just a statistic, one they don’t want to take on board.

I think the message I want to deliver in this post is not a negative one, believe it or not, it’s a hopeful one. I have been through the mill and back in these testing times and surprisingly it didn’t seem so bad for my close friends and family. But I hope any Generation Y’s out there can take some solace in this post and realise that all those defeats we face, whether it be securing a job, or a house, or paying the bills each month, seem harder because our parents promised us it wouldn’t be so tough. Unintentionally of course, our parents just try to prepare us for what’s out there but they instilled so much hope in us because for them life looks so exciting for us. They never had Twitter in their 20s, and when you sit down to teach them how to change a profile with an egg to a selfie and how to follow Stephen Fry, they think you’re amazing, and they tell us so.

So Generation Y, it’s tough yes, but keep going. I’ve decided not to settle. Ever. So I’m continuing to tackle a very difficult job market but each to their own. Just know that thing’s have got to get to easier, and if they don’t we are perhaps the most resilient generation ever so bring it on.



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10 things I learnt on holiday

For many of us, holidays are a time for relaxation, reflection and a chance to re-charge the batteries. Whilst I do many of those, my overactive brain also ensures that I spend my days lounging in the sun forward planning, analysing and making many lists on how I can detox my life. I sound like a barrel of laughs don’t I? (Sign up for a holiday with me here…)

I have just returned from a week in Santorini, perhaps the most beautiful place on earth (apart from Sheffield of course). I spent 7 days with my boyfriend, good friends and was lucky enough to witness one of by best friends getting married to the love of her life. It was stunning, the whole week. But I would be lying if I told you I spent the week in blissful happiness, instead there were moments plagued with anxiety and a few tears shed. Why, I’m not sure. But what I did learn is 10 important things about myself.

1) I most definitley have body dysmorphia
On the first day I said to my boyfriend Joe, I wish (as vain as it sounds) that I could be one of the girls who could take a bikini shot and be brave enough to share it with the world. “Let me take one photo of you so you can see how lovely you are.” He did, and I honestly could not believe what I saw. Perhaps it was the good light, black bikini and flattering filter but the combo made me look kinda okay. I don’t see it when I look in the mirror but it’s taught me that for a while now I’ve still been a ‘big girl’ in my mind and I need to stop dressing in tent like clothes and learn to appreciate and embrace my body. I’ll regret it when I reach 60 if I don’t. (The best thing was all the lovely comments from my friends and family, you babes.)

2) Greek food is like sex on a plate, but better
Good job I took the bikini shot on the first day as I have arrived home with a large gut or perhaps a baby whom I will call Stavros in my womb. It’s the most amazing food in the world and made me realise how much I am missing out on. It’s given my mouth a food orgasm and I want to experience more food cultures and learn to cook amazing food and fill my Instagram with those amazing dishes, like Mille Mckintosh but bigger portions.

3) I have to accept I am wheat intolerant
It’s a dark day for a foodie like myself, but after spending every night in the foetal position after inhaling mountains of pitta and tzatziki it’s time to accept that my body simply cannot digest wheat. I’ve given it up from today and I’ve spent 97% of my day thinking about bagels but I hope it will improve my gut, skin and hair.

4) I’m Mary and I suffer with anxiety
There I said it. There have been brief mentions of it in my blog and my boyfriend and close friends know it’s an issue that plights my every day but after a few hairy moments in Santorini, including one where I actually cornered the bride on her wedding day for a tiny little breakdown, it’s time to do something about it. In true Mary Hickey form I’m reading everything the internet has to offer, ordering books on Amazon and looking into professional help. I’ve realised it’s not normal to have a racing heart, painful chest and sweats every time I drive, or walk through a crowd or receive a piece of ‘bad news’. I’m sure admitting it is not the hardest part but at least it’s step in what I can only imagine is a very long journey. I hope others who think they are suffering the same will find someone to confide in, because once you do you wonder how you ever coped without the support.

5) There is nothing like a conversation with a female
As I just mentioned I had a number of wobbles on my holiday, luckily Joe was there to deal with the majority but every now and then you just need to chat to a female don’t you? I went with away with two ‘close friends’ and came back with a handful. I found that if you lay your cards out on the table, it’s so often others are playing with a similar hand. Sometimes you need to babble away to a group of girls and get your problems of your chest to discover they’ve been through it too and can help. I’ve come away with lots of incredible advice, many reassuring nods and the knowledge that I can call any of one them and they’d be there to listen.

6) I need to start appreciating the now
I’ve never been able to appreciate the now. When I first got my hamster, Harriet (may she rest in peace) I spent the first few weeks crying because I didn’t think 3 years was long enough for a hamster to live. I worried about what life would be like without her (I’m serious) and struggled to actually enjoy having her. I found it’s actually quite exhausting lying on a sun lounger with a cocktail and book in hand thinking about the fact I’ve got work in a week. So I really tried to turn myself off and I’m trying to do it back at home too.

7) Getting told there is a problem is not always a bad thing
Of course when me and Joe arrived in Greece we were met off the plane by the manager of our hotel who told us there was a ‘problem’ with our room. The previous occupants had been involved in a quad bike accident and were laying flat out in the room in full body casts. “You can’t have the room for another two nights”. Oh great. After Joe’s immediate “I’m the customer, I’m not happy” esque outbursts we discovered we were going to spend 2 nights in their sister hotel. AKA heaven. A cliff side resort with a free bar and fresh breakfast every morning over looking the sea. I felt like Miranda Kerr. I’m hoping I’ve learnt something from facing initial problems, and maybe the next time I am faced with a problem, such as a potential employer telling me post interview “we loved you, but we’ve decided to go with someone else” that there is something much better around the corner.

8) I have the most incredible boyfriend in the world
Cynics and singles look away now. But he really is. You know those girls who are crazy during a full moon, their periods, when they’re tired, hungry etc etc etc.. Well I am all of those rolled into one. A delight. How he puts up with me I don’t know but I do know is that I’m glad I enjoyed my single days and never settled because I’ve got a winner. He has shown me so much love, support, friendship and loyalty over the past 2 years it’s almost sickening. The past week has made me realise, like my mum and dad when I was younger that I shouldn’t blame him for everything and take things out on him and I’m so incredibly fortunate that I’m in love with my best friend. *Another part of me shrivels up and dies*

9) EVERYONE is going through stuff
How many times have I referred to social media as the devil that gives its audiences preconceptions that everyone else’s life is amazing? Well this past week has proven to me that whilst the majority of us are happy souls we all have baggage and shit going on back home that we are all having to deal with, even on holiday. What’s important is we help each other carry our shit bags (eww, but couldn’t think of a better word and I’ve already used baggage) and we listen, and most importantly we remind each other that we are all bloody amazing.

10) Writing is kinda my thing
You know when you leave a music concert or a dance show and you feel in awe but also kinda deflated because you’re not as talented as them? Well I get that a lot. But a conversation I had on holiday with a friend I call ‘The Body’ and whom I am incredibly jealous of, left me feeling all warm and gooey inside. “You’ve got a real talent Mary.” “Really?” “Yea, you can write, I wish I could write like you.” Yea, maybe I can. I love it, I think about it all the time and every so often I get a comment that makes my day and sometimes my week. Her comment made me realise that writing is kinda my thing and more importantly I’ve realised I don’t actually give a shit about how many likes, comments or shares I get. As long I just make one person think differently, and make my friends and family proud who cares? What’s more important than your family being proud or your friends looking up to you? Nope, not a lot.

Oh yea one other thing I learnt, the new Bridget Jones is AMAZING. But Bridget is 50, 50!!

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Many of the posts I write for this blog focus on my unhappiness, bad luck, dislike for social media (at times) and general lack of self esteem. Pretty morbid I know. But as I’m not a diary writer, I use this as an outlet for all my thoughts and fears. I should really be more private, but since the birth of this blog I have received such wonderful feedback and advice, reading all your comments is my new ‘girl talk’ fix and it’s cheaper than Cosmopolitan.

I guess what I want to focus on in this post is a trait that I have recently recognised in myself. It’s up there with my hormonal mood swings, constant appetite and overbearing opinions, as one of my worse attributes. As many of you already know, I suffer from career jealously. I occasionally suffer from body jealously too when I stalk Kendall Jenner on Instagram, but in terms of family, friends and boyfriend I personally think I’m a winner. So really, it’s only other people’s career highs that cast an almighty shadow of jealously over me from time to time.

I’m a big thinker, probably because I spend the majority of my life sitting on trains, and I’m also very pragmatic. Therefore I am constantly trying to pinpoint the route of my unhappiness that creeps in now and again and find a way to solve it. I think my issue is me, not everyone else. And that’s because deep down I am so incredibly proud of all my friends and family who have nailed down their dream career. It’s myself I get upset with when other people get promoted or sail through an interview. I ask myself, why isn’t that me, but then I continue watching Harry Potter and realise that I can’t sail through life expecting life to throw me great opportunities. This in when I realise, oh shit I’m one of those self-entitled arseholes. I think, just because I got good A-Levels,  graduated with a BA and PGD, worked for free for months AND am simply a nice person that I should get the career I want. I can proudly say that I do work really really hard. But when has anything ever come to me without exhaustingly long hard work. My A-Levels took me 2 years of hard work to achieve, university took 3, well 2 if you cancel out the first year of drinking and partying all the time, and my driving… Well it took me 6 years of lessons and 5 tests. So perhaps I need to recognise that my life challenges me, it always has. For some reason my life has always ensured I work that extra bit harder, for that little bit longer. I’m actually kind of getting somewhere in my career, I work in communications in a charity I write for the metro.co.uk and I’m writing a book. I just want more, all the time. And I want more now. I want my book on the shelves of Waterstones and a permanent job that pays well. But like everything else, it’s going to take a lot more hard work from me and a little bit longer than everyone else.

I had a bit of a career u-turn last week and I survived. Six months ago I would have been in a pit of self-loathing for a week and cried for days because of that rejection. But this time, I just picked myself up and started again. This entitlement I have is something that I am slowly trying to get over. I’ve had 9 interviews now for various jobs I wanted, non of them wanted me. But looking back over the last few months I’m so glad it happened. I am actually genuinely pleased I didn’t get that first job I interviewed for at the beautiful magazine I loved. The rejection has made me a better, stronger and more determined person. I will probably get 100s of rejection letters from publishers when I try to get a book deal, but so did JK Rowling, and look at her. I know that everything is going to be okay. My friends may be doing better than me, but good for them! I’ll get there too, I’m just taking  longer to get there and trying to enjoy the view as I go.

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Don’t believe everything you see online

Sunday nights are made for social media stalking. Right now I bet you’re spending ‘quality time’ with your friends, family, boyfriend/girlfriend (or your favourite TV box set) whilst secretly refreshing your Facebook, Twitter and Instagram over and over again.

You may tell yourself you’re catching up with friends and keeping up to date with everyone else’s life, but deep down you’re doing what we all do, comparing your life to everyone else’s.

Social media is a funny old bugger isn’t it. I myself have a pretty precarious relationship with it. I actually need it, I use it every day to better and further my career. In my ‘real’ job as a Communications Coordinator at a youth charity and in my fun job as a Lifestyle Blogger at metro.co.uk. Without social media I doubt anyone would actually read my writing or know anything about the wonderful charity I work for.

If I left social media at my desk, like my work phone, I predict my life would be a lot more boring, but perhaps a lot happier too. I spent approximately 50% of my day on social media, and that’s outside of work hours. That’s 50% of every day being jealous, comparing myself, being angry, frustrated and moreover letting ‘real’ life pass me by.

We are all guilty of using social media to sensationalise our lives. We upload photos, videos, check ins and 140 characters of the highlights of our day. A delicious breakfast, an idyllic spot for lunch, a spontaneous afternoon purchase, a pre-dinner selfie – do I need to go on? By the way, how many of these have you seen on my social media? Guilty, I know. Whilst we’ve all been lapping up the likes and comments on our ‘perfect’ lives we’ve forgotten to realise how shit we are making people feel. I had a scroll through my Instagram today, and I was impressed. Lazy afternoons with my handsome boyfriend, a Happy Birthday message from Dermot O’Leary, smug post run selfies, gallons of chocolate milk, beautiful friends, countless evenings in front of Grey’s Anatomy, summer evenings spent on South bank. Even I would be jealous of my life. But what you don’t see is all the tears, anxiety and sheer boredom that makes up a big chunk of my week.

If my social media accounts were to give a true reflection of my life what you would actually see is; my psoriasis infused scalp that gives me constant dandruff and ensures I spend hundreds of pounds on medicated shampoo, night after night spent alone in my flat whilst my boyfriend works away on the X Factor, endless tears of frustration to Abellio Greater Anglia Trains because it costs me £12 a day to get to and back from work, reading my pay-check every month and wondering how I will pay my bills, my crippling anxiety that keeps me and my boyfriend awake at night whilst I worry that my life is shit compared to all my friends, my longing for the North and the realisation that I’m never going to live there again, my body dismorphia which results in me constantly wearing tent like clothes to cover my figure because I still see that 13 stone girl carrying uni weight when I look in the mirror. My life doesn’t look so great now does it? What I’ve just told you are deep and dark real life situations that I experience every day, a lot of the time whilst I’m uploading a picture of the frozen yoghurt I’m eating to give you all an illusion that my life is brilliant.

Maybe if when I logged on to Instagram and saw stretch lines and bushy eyebrows instead of perfect bodies and brand new Mulberry purchases, then my anxiety and jealously would subside, it’s a vicious circle isn’t it? What I’m learning, from conversations with good friends and reading other blogs (i.e. Hannah Gale), that we shouldn’t take what see online at face value. There are deep underlying layers to everyones life. Yes I have just uploaded a picture of mine and Joe’s romantic film night but that’s not all I have done this evening. I’ve done the washing up, taken out the bins, cleaned out my ears and filled out a doctor’s form – wild.

The message behind this rambling post is simple – don’t believe everything you see online. If you don’t believe me, look at what I’ve actually done tonight. Imagine if I actually posted this on social media…

I’ve hung out my laundry – a wild 30 minutes.


I’ve done the washing up – wahoo.

Washing up

I’ve soaked my favourite pan (because Joe burnt chilli onto the bottom) – Lucky me.

Burnt pan

Wild Sunday night y’all.

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Earlier this week something very strange happened. After finding my ancient 1 GB Ipod in an old bag at the weekend, I felt compelled to fill my commute with the likes of Ne-yo, Pussycat Dolls and Westlife. It took me back, way back to when I was care free teen fretting over what to wear to Embrace nightclub on a Saturday night and whether or not I would get in with my older sister’s ID.

I didn’t expect to experience an epiphany; moreover I didn’t expect the lyrics of Tulisa from N-Dubz to spark it. In the midst of Dappy’s ‘na-na-naiis’ Tulisa, sang something that really struck a cord with me. ‘Trust me it will only get better” now, trust me, I would never trust the female boss. Her extra curriculum activities caught on camera and fashion choices say it all. But her lyrics hit me at a time when I can’t get over how much I miss my past. I know what’s causing it. For the last three years I spent my summers at an American children’s camp. It was the very best time of my life, but last summer I made a conscious decision not to return and was very happy with this choice up until the social media swarm of friends returning hit me. I realise I’ve spent the last month dwelling on the past and how much better it was. This realisation, of how much time I spend stuck in the past and not looking forward to the future is mind blowing, and a huge waste of time.

It got me thinking about all the wonderful experiences I’ve had in my life, and how at the time I never thought they could be topped. When I look back to that summer after my GCSEs I can remember how, at the time, it was the greatest time of my life. It was a completely care free and wonderful time. Equally, my three years at university were arguably the most fun and an experience where I learnt so much about myself. Then I look back on my last three summers in America where I met the love of my life and friends for life. It’s not up until now, unfortunately because of Tulisa’s wise lyrics, that I’ve realised that my life has just got better and better and will most probably continue to get better. All those memories that I look back on and smile, I really never thought they could never be topped, but they have. Every single one. It doesn’t even have to be those really memorable experiences. If I look back and think really hard, I remember when Craig David released ‘Born to do it’ I never ever thought a greater album could be released by a living man. (Please don’t judge me on my music tastes!) BTDI is still arguably one of the greatest albums of all time but Drake’s Take Care may have just overtaken old Craigy boy to the top of my favourite list. With all this exhausting reflection and looking back and comparing my life from now to then, I’ve just decided to trust that life will just get better and music will too!

I know many of you find life so exciting because you never know what’s going to happen. Unfortunately I’m not so spontaneous, I like to plan, be prepared and know what’s coming. I’m slowly starting to let go of this need for control and let my huge amount of hair down but guess I just feel safer looking back in the past because it’s already happened. Nostalgia plays such a huge part in my life, I’m constantly looking back and re-living favourite moments from my past, but I think it’s time to take a stand, look back and just smile rather than cry because I miss it all so much and look forward to the future and all it will bring.

I’m hoping Craig David gets his act together and releases a new chart topping hit.

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40 things that happen when you move in with your boyfriend


I’ve lived with my boyfriend for over 8 months now. After saving and searching for the perfect home we’ve finally, moved out the comfort of his parents house, into our own little flat. It’s an equally exciting yet terrifying time as the realisation sinks in that ‘this is it’. I’ve been making a conscious log, of all those annoying things he does that make me love and hate him in equal measure. Many of which we aren’t pre-warned about when we first take the plunge. Here are just a few…

1) Perhaps the greatest myth of living with your boyfriend is: “You will have sex, all the time, everywhere.” This does not happen. Netflix, Gone Girl and Macadamia hair masks take priority in the evening.

2) You will scrimp and save to get that first months rent together: The first thing he will do when you move in is install Sky, with the Sky Sports package.

3) You will find him using your trusted Tangle Teaser to scratch his beard.

4) The top shelf of the fridge will always contain two crates of beers that he always “got on offer” at Sainsburys.

5) He will be come obsessed with unnecessary house gadgets; a multi-purpose Microwave and industrial strength super-turbo Vax vacuum cleaner have already turned up on my doorstep.

6) He will become equally obsessed with everything Groupon has to offer.

7) He will complain you always steal the duvet, yet he will always kick the duvet off his feet and in turn expose yours.

8) The second thing he will do after installing Sky is set up his Playstation, TV, DVD and Apple TV. He’s got his priorities sorted.

9) You will have evenings where everything about him annoys you, even his breathing, but you will miss him the minute he walks out the room.

10) He will do a ‘big shop’ yet fail to buy any fresh fruit or vegetables.

11) The day you actually get your keys you will immediately crave your girlfriends. Remember when you got the keys to your first place with your best girls and drank wine on the floor and installed fairy lights everywhere before moving any furniture in?

12) Yet you will realise you will never want to live with anyone else but him ever again.

13) The cushions you so carefully arrange on the sofa will always end up on the floor.

14) He will never EVER change an empty toilet roll.

15) The Nivea skin range you bought him to tackle his dry skin will gather dust at the back of the bathroom cupboard.

16) He will always answer your pleading calls and give you step-by-step instructions on how to watch Grey’s Anatomy on his Apple TV and never get frustrated.

17) You will often want to inflict serious pain on him and imagine creative ways of doing so.

18) You will catch him watching Mary Berry and Masterchef to learn tips on cooking you a delicious meal.

19) You will find you never have to empty the bin. Is there a man’s guide somewhere that tells them this is a right of passage?

20) Whenever he’s away you will sleep on his side of the bed.

21) He will move your precious trinkets off the shelf and replace them with his ridiculously large collection of Blu-rays.

22) He will absolutely have to have a footstool.

23) He will also claim the only chair in the house is his ‘man chair’.

24) Whilst you spend three hours organising your new wardrobe he will instead spend three minutes stuffing clothes into drawers before returning to installing gadgets.

25) Despite having a working oven and a fully stocked fridge you will spend the first night in your new flat eating pizza out of the box.

26) He will try to be romantic and buy a bottle of champagne to celebrate the move; you won’t tell him that it’s gone off.

27) Seven Jeremey Clarkson books will appear in your bathroom for ‘toliet reading’.

28) Do I need to point out that the toilet seat will always be up?

29) Like emptying the bin, he will see locking up as his role in the home.

30) He will cook delicious dinners and even offer to do the washing up, yet leave traces of food on the plates only for you do re-do it all.

31) You will look forward to nights on your own, spent in a dressing gown watching SATC and eating chocolate, but you will spend the entire evening texting him.

32) You will love him more and more every day.

33) You may buy slinky pyjamas from Boux Avenue, but you will sleep in one of his t-shirts every night instead.

34) You will forget that it’s unacceptable to pluck your facial mole hairs in front of him.

35) When he comes home all excited because he’s bought something lovely for your flat you may burst into tears and want to marry him right there and then.

36) He will say “leave it to me” whenever you receive a bill.

37) Thinking of future baby names will start to take up two hours of your day instead of one.

38) He will ask you how to turn the washing machine on.

39) You will realise that all of a sudden you have a boyfriend, best friend and flat mate all rolled into one.

40) You will wonder how you ever lived apart.



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