My life as a teenage cheerleader and other awkward stories…

So, I was a geek growing up. Let’s see – red hair, cut into a mullet no less, braces, a mother who liked us to be ‘original’. She was an artist, not a hippie, but didn’t want us to conform. She sent me to my primary school Halloween social dressed as a witch doctor. I just wanted to be a witch, with a black wig, a broomstick, green face paint and a wart on my nose!!

Just say No?

I don’t know why I find it so difficult to say no. It’s a simple word, one syllable, two letters… No… N-O.

*sigh*

I’ve complicated my life no end by not saying no, I’ve gotten myself into some truly terrifying positions and met some very undesirable people.

There have been many times in my life when I should have said no:

Message to a Younger me….

So, a friend of mine on Twitter recently wrote a blog on what he would tell a younger him… so I’m writing one to a younger me…

- Be proud of being a redhead… one day people will think it’s sexy…
- Be proud of who you are… don’ let the bullies rule your world, there is something out there for everyone