Seven Things I Would Tell My 18 Year Old Self.

The past few weeks have been pretty notable for me. I finished University, turned 22 and received my degree results (2:1 in Fashion Communication & Promotion - huzzah!). In spirit of such events, I thought I would upload a wee post talking about the things I would tell my 18 year old self. 

Twenty-two is still, obviously, very young. Having said that (and whilst I might be a self-confessed granny at heart), I sure have changed a lot since my eighteenth birthday and, there a few things I would love to tell my old self if I could. So without further ado...

Step away from that goddamn eyebrow palette...
I've definitely had my fair share of makeup mishaps through the years, and perhaps the most tragic relates to my brows. Having ashy brown hair can mean a lot of products look more orange toned on than my natural shade, and when combined with one seriously heavy hand does not result in a successful outcome. Think Lazy Town's Robbie Rotten and you get the picture. 

....and that orange, patchy false tan.
Whilst we're on the subject of cosmetics, I may as well draw attention to my terrible, terrible false tan decisions through my teenage years. Um, what was I thinking?! Being a fair chick, 99.9% of tans look horrific on my complexion - and I really am saying that from experience. Fast forward a little while and I've now come to realise that pale is best (on me, at least). Despite my best efforts, I now know that my aspirations to resemble Pocahontas are a little unrealistic. Also, since ditching the bottled stuff, I now have way more spare time on my hands as I'm not needing to scrub, buff and just generally torture my skin on an everyday basis...

Get through your driving test.
I tried ok guys, I really did. But waiting until I went off to University and was met with approximately five thousand deadlines was, in hindsight, not the best time to be learning to drive a car back in my home village. Major rookie.

You're 18. 
Duh, but one thing I would most definitely tell my young, and admittedly naive self, is that you are only 18. You don't need to take life so bloody seriously, and you don't need to adopt the lifestyle of a woman 10 years older than yourself. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but you have your adult life to be more serious, no?

Keep rockin' to the Biebs.
Yup, I'm a Belieber. Love me or hate me for it, but I seriously dig the dude - even four years down the line. Swag. 

Stop worrying.
Pretty much all of the things I would worry about never even happened/happened the way I anticipated them to. Whilst this is something I'm still working on now, I definitely don't freak out anywhere near as much. Worrying definitely doesn't change things, but positive thinking, however...
No matter how bad things seem at the time, they always work out in the end.

Get some style/sense, girlfriend.
Generally my style was alright at 18, but I did make some pretty crap decisions when hitting the shops. My first year at Uni was the height of the whole, shiny leggings and 'GEEK' and 'NERD' tee combo trend, so, I don't think I really need to say much else. Also, flat shoes without socks in the middle of winter is not very clever and it will most definitely result in chill-blains. Also, also - wear a coat. fool!

What things would you tell your younger self?


  1. Haha I love this! My list to myself would be endless...

    Claire | Stylingo.co.uk | xx

    1. Thanks Claire! Damn I know, the list could easily go on, had to rein myself in with this one haha x

  2. I love this list. Definitely agree with the 'you are only 18' one, I constantly thought I had to worry about things that didn't matter! :)

    Sarah / Sarah Smiles

    1. Thanks Sarah! Absolutely, I was so bad at doing this! Definitely more chilled out now luckily x

  3. Cool post.



Blogger Template Created by pipdig