If you follow me on Twitter, you will have seen that last Monday I took part in my first ever Twitter rant! It was sparked from a tweet I saw earlier on in that day that pushed my extra sensitive buttons (fyi - time of the month). To get straight to the point, someone posted a tweet that was pretty harsh and very clearly written about me. Anyone would think we were still in high school! A few months ago this would have sent me flying into a massive heap of self doubt and panic but luckily, I'm in a stronger position now with a more rational head on my shoulders. This time, instead of convincing myself that they were right (that i am a shitty excuse for a human), i tried really hard to look at their actions as a fault in their character instead of mine.

When it comes to my skin, I've always been super lucky. I've never had to deal with any majorly bad breakouts and even missed the stage throughout the wicked teenage years where spots can make us look like peperoni pizzas. Sometimes, during that time of the month or when I'm drunk and pass out before I've had time to grab a make up wipe, the occasional spot or two do like to make their appearance (my mum likes to tell me it's karma for being irresponsible). I really can't complain though, with a trusty concealer at hand, I can make those bad boys disappear within seconds.

Yesterday I celebrated my 21st birthday! My mum and sisters went above and beyond to make sure I had the dreamiest of days and I can't thank them enough for all their efforts. I was showered in presents, lots and lots of love and plenty of champers!! I fell to sleep last night feeling extremely lucky (and a tad tipsy).