My Name’s Henna And I Don’t Know What The Fuck I’m Doing.

Me using my trip on the lift up to therapy as a photo opportunity

I’ve been thinking some stuff recently. Dangerous, I know. Instead of actually accepting my thoughts, in true Henna style I have just shoved my head in the sand in the hope that no one will notice me and I can just weep to myself in my little sandy hole (?)

After a good few weeks of denial, I have come to the conclusion that one of the easiest ways to talk about where my head is at right now is to just type and see where the hell I end up. So that’s what we gown do.

I’m stuck. On some days when scrolling through Instagram, I see a style blogger upload another outfit post and I think to myself “she looks swag”. Then on other days, I stumble across the same account but think “I honestly couldn’t give an actual shit what anyone is wearing.”.

It’s making me feel stuck when it comes to blogging.

I’m stuck between wanting to talk about the fact that I just bought a really cool jumper that’s bloody well snuggly and not wanting to encourage people to spend. I’m stuck between wanting to be comfortable in my own skin and show people that materialistic things don’t matter but also want to feel confident when I see the pictures I post.

Sometimes I want to talk about life’s little things but I can’t sit back and see certain stuff happening in the world and not want to make a difference to that too. Do you know what I mean? Like, people being mistreated because like me, they are of a certain colour that isn’t good enough for some folk on this planet. People being mistreated because they love who they want to love or people being treated differently because they choose to live as they want to live.

Don’t get me wrong, some days I love writing about the small things but on others, I find myself thinking “Henna. Does this really matter?”

I don’t mean this to come across as though I am belittling anyone that loves talking about the fun stuff in life because I want to keep talking about that too. I guess what I’m saying is, I really want to make a change in the world but at the same time I like watching hauls LOL.

I don’t know. I feel as though I’m not pushing myself enough to follow an undiscovered path, because that’s what I want to do more than anything.

Anyway. Rant over. So yeah. My name’s Henna and I’m really not quite sure what the hell I am doing.

H x

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