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Head Held High


This blog is private. I'm going to let that sink in for a second because I know how ludicrous that sounds. How can a blog within the public domain be private?! Well, it is for me from certain people. Sometimes there are people whom you'd rather didn't know about certain aspects of your life and I'm no different. For a variety of reasons, last week was the worst week I have had since late December of last year, and when I found out that (for me) my blog and social media outlet in general had be compromised, I had a very difficult time dealing with it. Finding out that certain people knew about my blog felt like a violation, and again, I know that sounds ridiculous with a public blog, but it did. On top of that, my blog was commented on in a dismissive way and that was another blow. My blog is open and honest. I'm silly and I am happy to make fun of myself along the way. I do not take myself too seriously at all, BUT, my blog is not a joke. The hard work I put into my blog is not a joke. The incredible feedback I get from my friends and readers is not a joke, and my journey to body and self acceptance is definitely not a joke!

When the comment was made and I was walking home, my first thought was to get home as quickly as I could and delete everything. My blog, Twitter, Instagram and all of my other social media outlets, because to have my blog mocked by someone was too much. But then I got home and started going through my posts and I just couldn't do it, I couldn't delete it. This journey has been so important to not just me but also the people who care about me and support me. This blog has made me open up in ways I never thought I would be able to and I have helped people along the way. The emails and comments I get truly mean the world to me so how could I just abandon that?! I also spoke with my dear friends Shel and Marie and both were wonderful in their response and encouraged me to never give in to other people's judgements. Of course they're right! I can't help what people think about my blog or what I say or do, and I can't help if people I wished didn't know about my blog now know about it. I'm only in control of my actions and I refuse to let them win and take away this baby blog of mine. I love this blog and will continue to talk about my journey to self acceptance for as long as I dictate - not someone else. I still have things to conquer and I want to share that with you guys because we're in this together.

However, I did need a break from the social world so didn't blog and shut down my Twitter and IG for a week. I needed to recharge and just spend time alone and with some of my closet friends, but now I'm back and not going anywhere!

I've come too far now and I will carry on with my head held high.

'til next time.


Love and hugs,
Isha
xxx

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  1. You're such a brave girl! I am glad you haven't deleted your social media, I do enjoy sharing your life and your journey with you.

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    1. Thanks so much! I really do love doing this so I'm glad I didn't give in. :) x

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  2. Love this! And I love your posts! <3

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