I've been reading a lot in the papers recently about so called 'scandals' involving UKIP. The first that caught my attention was the recent story of Child Services removing foster children from the care of their guardians, purely because they were UKIP supporters. Now, I was outraged when this story first broke. I am completely against judging people because of their religious beliefs or political stance and I was really quite angered that these people truly believed that this was a good enough reason to deny these people the chance to make a difference to children's lives. I was actually a little bit embarrassed to be part of a nation where things like this happen.
However, I then went on to read about the UKIP minister who claimed that homosexual couples should not be allowed, by law, to adopt children, and then went on to liken allowing them to, to child abuse.
I'm sorry, what?
In what world do people think that growing up in a family where two people love each other enough to face great prejudice just to be together, is in any way detrimental to a child's upbringing? And it got me thinking, if ever I was in a situation where I decided to put my child up for adoption, I would every time pick a family of two men or two women who loved each other unconditionally, over anyone who shared the views of the minister in question.
The UK International Party are outraged that Child Services would remove children from the care of a couple because they support them. They are outraged that this couple's parenting skills are being judged by their beliefs, but isn't this exactly what they are doing? Homosexuality is in no way whatsoever damaging to a child, in fact, a child bought up in the care of a gay couple, is likely to be a lot more accepting of people, something that this party needs to learn to become.
I live in London, I go to London College of Fashion, I spend most of my time surrounded by gay men, and those who I have befriended, are some of the nicest people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. And if god forbid anything should happen to me so I am unable to take care of my own child, I would love for someone who shared their views and outlook on life to take care of them. And I only hope that if I do choose to have children, they can grow up in a world where this kind of revolting prejudice is nothing but ancient history.
I think I might just be a big disappointment to my mother.
My mother definitely didn't want a daughter like me. If I couldn't do an activity in stilettos, I don't want to do it at all. Which rules out my mothers' love of long walks in the 'fresh air', countryside bike rides in Lycra, and weekends with the Caravan Club. I don't even pee in Harrods, I'm hardly going to be thrilled about a campsite toilet block.
"I think you must have been switched at birth...if it wasn't for the fact you look just like me, I'd seriously think that was true!" she's saying to me now. Thanks mum.
She's right though. The only time I'd ever consider running is for a shoe sale. My idea of fresh air is eating my Wagamamas on the balcony at Westfield, rather than inside. And I'm never going to pick spending the night in a car, over a hotel. I just don't get it.
Also, I could just be one of the messiest people to walk this planet, and well, we don't call my mum Tidy Heidi for nothing.
I like shopping, she likes cycling. I like stuffing my face with chocolate, she thinks oatcakes are a good treat. Her room is spotless, mine looks like the aftermath of a hurricane in Primark.
Every now and then though, you can see the resemblance. Like when she comes out of Fossil with three new bags, the look on her face is one I have every day on Oxford Street. And her reaction to a packet of Reeses echoes mine to, well, just about every food on the planet. There's probably enough to prove we are related, but you wouldn't think it most of the time.
I may not be the perfect daughter, I'm probably far from it, but despite all that my mum has supported every decision I made, stood by me through all the problems Ive had in the past, and stuck up for me. She's taught me so many things, that beauty is nothing in comparison to intelligence, empathy, and being a strong, independent woman. She's taught me that true love does exist, and that you love someone because of their flaws, not despite them. Otherwise she never would have put up with my dad for the best part of a quarter of a century. She's taught me that no matter what, as long as you have your family and your health, everything will be okay. And I admire her so much.
One of the greatest role models in my life has always been my father. He may have a collection of the lamest jokes ever written, and a love of sarcasm so strong I rarely know what he actually means, but he is, hands down, the greatest man I have ever met. He may have failed every GCSE he sat, and have attended less school than even me, but the man has created something incredible, something he loves, and something that makes me so proud my heart aches, from having so little when I was born.
My Dad is also the master at social situations. He has taught me everything I know about how to handle different people and different circumstances. I credit him entirely for me getting into LCF, if it wasn't for him, I never would have handled my interview the way I did, and I genuinely don't think I would have gotten in.
I am so proud of everything my parents have achieved together, I couldn't wish for anything better for them.
This Thanksgiving, I am most thankful for my parents. For everything they've given me, everything they've taught me, and everything they've inspired me to be. Without their love and support, who knows where I would be. I couldn't be prouder to call them Mum and Dad.
Just had to share this with you guys! Here is the cast of The Big Bang Theory, performing a flash mob for their live audience, to Carly Rae Jepsen's Call Me Maybe! I hope this makes you guys laugh as much as I did!
With the cold weather setting in, I am not only battling the wind and the rain, but also the eternal winter problem, terrible skin.
The cold air seems to be completely drying out my cheeks, but I guess the rest of my face is trying to compensate, and getting oiler. Usually, I like to use Nivea face creams, they're cheap and cheerful, they don't smell of anything, and they tend to keep my skin balanced. However, because of the way the weather is affecting my skin, I decided to pop into The Body Shop, and pick up samples of different moisturisers.
I tried all of The Body Shop's range of daily moisturisers, and my favourite is definitely their mattifying seaweed day cream. I noticed results from this moisturiser immediately after just one application. It's really light, without being oily, and it smells fantastic! When opening the pot, my over active imagination promised me the smell of fish, but it actually just smells really fresh. And it is refreshing! I applied this the morning after a very late night before, and instantly felt a little more awake. It has an almost cooling effect, especially under the eyes. The cream itself is meant to reduce oiliness of the skin, and it does this in the areas that require it, without further drying out other areas! This cream is brilliant, it's completely evened out my skin, and it almost (only almost) makes me want to get out of bed in the morning!
Mum, if you're reading this, this is going straight on my Christmas list! You can buy it here! And for anyone else who's skin is misbehaving in this ghastly weather, I'd definitely recommend popping into your local Body Shop, and picking up a free sample!
Today is a very sad day for me. I think today is the day I will finally have to say goodbye to my beloved military boots. Cheap and cheerful, my lovely lovely New Look boots, that have been my trusty friends for two years, have finally reached the end of their reign. They are possibly the comfiest shoes (other than my Uggs) that I have ever owned, they're cute, they go with everything, and they were a gift from a lovely boyfriend.
But, sadly, the coating has peeled off, one of the laces has ripped in the middle, the zip doesn't do up anymore, the lace hooks are bent, the heel has completely worn away, and now the sole has come off on the toe of the right boot. I'm going to be so sad to say goodbye to these shoes, they're amazing! And I've never found any I like as much, that are as reasonably priced. I really like these All Saints boots, but at £165, I won't be getting any any time soon!
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