SICK OF BITCHES ON THE INTERNET

I'm 24 years old and I have no girl mates, because I quite frankly hate girls. I've always been someone who can easily maintain the banter and upkeep of a male friendship; but I've always struggled with girls. Look at the guy friend I took along for brunch at The Royal Albert Hall a few weeks ago; who happened to also shoot these photos for me. Friends for almost 10 years and not one argument, fall out and certainly no bitchiness in our friendship.  Maybe it's genetical science? Fate? Who knows.

Last week, I made a video talking about this exact topic. Unfortunately, my video editing software mucked up the files, which is why I'm finding myself now typing up all of my thoughts and feelings on my blog instead. So here goes darlings. Get your tea and biscuits ready. Or gin and tonic. It's Friday, no judgement around here.

Last week, I was informed by a blogger that another blogger in this apparent "supportive" community, had decided to write a blog post about me. This post was nothing but a dedicated post to slag me off to all of her followers. Now, I have a very thick skin and I wouldn't usually let things like this get to me. However, all of her facts in the post were actually incorrect and according to her inaccurate blog biography, she states "I live by positive thinking, kindness and gratitude"; amongst other easy to claim qualities, but again anything but true. 

So, it got me thinking. 

Whilst I don't run around topless with a sign on my head written in period blood, stating that I am a hungry feminist (take this lightly or click off now), I am actually very strong on the topic. I think it's important that as women, we strive to carry on living our lives supporting other women. I can't imagine kicking another woman down, publicly humiliating them or tweeting directly or indirectly all for social attention. That's until now, because bitchy bullies on the internet deserved to be called out. 

The feminist female's post went on to tell her (teeny tiny) fan base, that I deserve to have my nudes leaked on the internet. I can't even comprehend how this thought can land in a woman's brain, let alone the audacity to openly state it on the internet for all to see. It's ignorant, rude and disgusting reading this by someone who reckons they radicalise positivity, kindness and good morals. Sounds to me like these people need re-parenting or their brains to be re-tuned.

It's a funny feeling when you read articles and tweets/comments online about yourself. It's almost as if people think they know you better than you know yourself. I've been lucky in the almost six years that I have been blogging, that I haven't read many negative articles or really dealt with much trolling. Until now, that is.

We are almost on the 4th month of the year and I've already dealt with being slagged off for writing about my life online by the feminist chick. Just last week, I was called racist by another blogger (who I thought was my friend, lolz), for publicly stating that terrorists (of any religion) who kill innocent people don't deserve to live afterwards. I'm sorry, but stating that a killer deserves to die after killing innocent people, does not make me racist. Then there was a girl I had on Facebook who decided to call me a pig and troll my blog with hate comments because of the same "oh-mah-gaaad, you're racist" thing. Oh and my personal favourite, directly and indirectly being tweeted childish bullshit a few weeks ago and even more recently by my boyfriend's ex-girlfriend; and so far, 4 of her troll-doll friends too. 

I think the likes of #InternationalWomensDay is a load of bullshit. On the actual day, I tweeted my thoughts on people who try to shame the day and take it away from us women who simply feel proud to be women. However, not even a month on and I do wonder to myself why women support women on one day of the year, but kick and punch them to the floor for the other 364 days of the year.

Obviously, I am well aware that not ALL women are complete and utter bitches and I am overwhelmed with positive tweets and blog comments from women everyday. Ten nice comments outweigh one horrible one and as I say, it's not a regular thing I have experienced until recently.

I was brought up in an environment that is saturated with women who run the pack and do it well. These women are strong fighters and have experienced fear that I can't imagine ever having to face. It's second nature to me to lift women up, praise them and carry on fighting for the equality that our ancestors and family that have been on these grounds since-before-you-were-born*, have fought to have in place for so long. 

*Must stop quoting Harry Potter and remain serious. 

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I am not afraid to voice my opinion across the internet. I have around 15,000 followers across all of my social media platforms and that's a scary audience for some people. For me? It's anything but. One follower is just an extra pair of eyes to read my work or look at my photography on Instagram. An extra pair of ears to watch my videos or Snapchat stories. An extra voice on the internet to voice their opinion or constructively criticise a blogger or vlogger's content. But to bitch, slate, slag off and advertise hate to your followers about someone else? That's something else. That's not being a follower or reader of someone's content. That's just being a straight-up bitch. 

The blogging community as of late, seems to have become this super shiny, clean and minimalistic world, which I don't want to be a part of. I couldn't think of anything worse than sticking to a norm because it's what everyone else is doing and what everyone thinks they need to be doing too.

There's only so many lipstick swatches, Instagram's of your poached eggs and avocado breakfast and the coffee connoisseur glorified image of your Starbucks cup, before I get bored and totally switch off. It's all the same.

You're either nodding with me agreeing or about to write a hate comment on this post disagreeing with me, but I am only saying what so many other people are thinking. It's difficult to differentiate yourself from the 10 million other blogs and influencer social accounts across the globe. However, if it means voicing my opinions and honest thoughts online to make content that little bit different and relatable; then I won't stop. 

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For almost six years, I have written about the gritty things in my life. From the time when I got dumped by a text message, when I lost my beloved pup, Maisy and when I walked away from an emotionally abusive relationship.  These are all negative experiences of mine, which I have turned into a positive by documenting. 

My aim is nothing but to document my memories away, but the highlight is being able to connect with so many people from around the world. People who understand that I don't beat around the bush and share real life experiences because well... this is real life and unfortunately not a world full of unicorns and glittery rainbows. 

So, I am sorry if my content on my blog or social platforms offends anyone from this day moving forward; including this post too. I am in no way going to change who I am and what my blog is all about. I speak my mind, am completely open and incredibly raw when sharing my life and that's the way things will stay.

I have no care in the world what people think anymore. In a way, I feel like I am too old to be caring about what other people think, but I thought it would be worth writing about this subject as so many of us bloggers have seen a huge rise in negativity in the community as of late.

The last thing I have to say is... if you have nothing nice to say, then don't say anything at all. Or at least have the confidence to @ me in your content if you feel the need to write about me in such a negative light. For now, I'll just hit the block button and carry on doing my thanggg. 

Until next time. Ta'ra. x