It's what's inside that counts, even though what's outside is beautiful.

Everyone has hang ups, of every kind. Like for example I think my size 10/12, small breasted figure isn’t anything special, but I know many people that would die for it. What’s the most important though is the personality within that size 6/8/10/12/14/16/18/20/22 (whatever) figure. Again I’m not perfect, my mood swings could, figuratively speaking go from England to Australia. But this isn’t about me, this is about, how everyone in their own way is perfect.

Our personalities will always shine through, as long as we let them, we are amazing. We smile when we’re happy, we cry when we’re sad. Everything that we do we choose to do! Every bit of this is optional and we should choose it.

 No matter what anyone thinks, they are perfect. The only reason someone would perceive themselves as anything less is an attitude thing. Stupid diets and endless moaning won’t get anyone anywhere until they believe that they are beautiful and they can do anything they want to do.

Men are not an appropriate judge for this kind of thing. So why do we judge ourselves so well on what men think about this kind of thing? If they’re drunk, they go for anything with a pulse. If they’re not they hide behind the shallow comments and narrow thinking that they share with their friends. I don’t know why we feel the need to make ourselves into something we’re not for something that we don’t need.

The most amazing thing in life is not the men, it’s the love we share with our friends, the hope we invest in our friendships and we should spend every moment of our life laughing and crying in the arms of the people that love us unconditionally. Sure some of them come and go, but if they choose to go then they are not worth it, they are not worth you and they are not worth anything.

Whether someone is four minutes away or four hundred miles, you can always remember the time you spent dancing, crying and laughing. Those meaningful 3am phone calls, the films (scary or not), the private jokes, the stupid dancing to songs from films, the pizzas, the Lambrini and the endless fashion shows and outfit stresses.

Happiness is optional; it’s something we choose, not something we receive. If we want to be happy we should be. And why not be when we have so much going for us. Embrace new experiences, smile and never forget how amazing you are.