Manchester
Why do I look like shizz? Well apparently I look like shit because I feel like shit and I need to love and accept myself as I am before change can happen. This is what my mates have been telling me today as they demanded we go shopping in Manchester to get me some new clothes, because I need to get away from "that hideous american uniform of jeans and sneakers" (please don't take offense american chums) so after going to a Buddhist cafe for breakfast and then traipsing through the rain which did not stop all day, we shopped till we dropped. For the first half it was depressing, mainly because shopping when you're tubby isn't exactly fun, especially when, like me, you haven't always been tubby and used to be 4 sizes smaller a few years ago. But having friends around you loving you and telling you its not your body thats wrong its the clothes, is really nice and hard to accept at the same time. Anyway, after 5 hours and ages spent trying things like skirts and dresses on that I would never usually give a second glance (my bff is rather pushy in demanding I get out of my comfort zone) I ended up with a lovely black and white floaty snkle length summer dress. I'll take pics of it later. Other than that, I'm enjoying it being ridiculously green over here, its beautiful and the fact that it fucking rains 24/7 means that everything is incredibly green and gorgeous.
Manchester city centre on one of the rare occasions its not raining buckets.
Manchester city centre on one of the rare occasions its not raining buckets.