Acne- Every Girls nightmare

Approximately 90% of teenagers aged 17-18 have acne in the UK alone.

I started suffering from acne at the age of 12, and I thought I was the weirdest person in the world. No one my age had it.

No one even had spots.

The definition of perfection, is a loose expression. But spots are not the sign of beauty and normality what every teenager craves.

Self esteem is extremely important. If you have an issue with your spots, I would recommend strongly to go to the doctors.

They are many different forms of acne and it can appear at any age.

 I have been on different tablets, cream and even had my own skin specialist at one point. But it does improve and it does get better.

No more having to hide the problem. Get it sorted. Acne is nothing to be ashamed of.

Online shopping

As a shopping addict, there is nothing I love more then an good hunt online.

Although the only problem is I can never ever tell what it's going to look like! 

I spend hours and hours browsing for the what nots, and what I want. When it bottles down to it though, the experience for me inside a shop is completely different.

I don't know about you but if I know what I want, it's cool. I can use websites. But if i'm doing a "pick-me-up" shop (make myself feel better shop), then I'm like a headless chicken, yes-ing and no-ing at the clothes. 

My favorite trick instore is the hold up test, 100% half the time I change my mind.

Online shopping is a tricky business and gives me a headache.

How do you find online shopping?

Miss these guys

These are some of the very best of my friends. My nearest and dearest for all the way back home. Some of the very best people I have ever met. All of whom I miss very much.

Student Heaven

                                       

£9.60, don't know about you but that was a right barging. As a student I'm defiantly counting my pennies, so in with the 11p beautiful ASDA own noodles. But when this bad boy of 16 items come to under a tenner I was amazed.

Yes I had to do almost a running race with a split bag, yes it was an god awful 30 minute walk but as soon as I reached that till and heard the cost it was like music to my ears. Defiantly put me in a right good mood.

That much I came singing and dancing to my flat mates, like "hey guys look at this." Then there was the ring of the mum. First alone shopping trip with no adult supervision. Now I am a grown up.

Small town girl.

The transformation from small market town to the big hustle and bustle of the city is huge. An multitude of emotion is spread across each individual who has made this big leap. University. I hadn't a monkey's about what I was to expect when I arrived here.

All the typical hesitations and anxiety's! Turns out my flat mates are probably the coolest guys I could have chosen. We all (so far anyway) get along so well, were the type of people that will go out and dance like there is no tomorrow and not give a fuck what we look like. As Drake would say YOLO.

My biggest worry was the actual content of the course. I'm not great at blogging, not really that great at writing, just enjoy magazines, inspired by the people that are able to put together a publication that can inflict ideas and shit. But could I imagine myself as one of these people. Hell no. This past week has made me reflect on who I am as a person. It isn't about what I do and don't know, it's not what my peers know. Its about determination, dedication and being ready to put in some hard graft and that's what I'm going to do.

Family

Kelly Anderson, My Mummy.

Ian Anderson, My Father.

"&"

Jade Anderson, My Sister.

This is my beautiful family. Whom I have not seen in 35 days, which doesn't seem  a lot but in comparison to being away from them 5 days tops. It is forever growing harder.

Yes, I've seen my mum and dad on skype most days, catching up. It's however not the same. Being able to chill on my sofa. Have an argument with my beautiful sister and laugh at my dads, stupidly unfunny jokes.

I'm more homesick now then I thought I would ever be.

163.8 miles apart.

I knew there would have to be a time, a day and a place when I would grow up and fly the nest. I still don't feel old enough. I still kid myself that I'm actually attending university.

My strong support system family have always been behind me to support me and guide me the best they can.  I couldn't have asked to be born in to a better family. I love them to pieces.

Just a countdown now to when I go home, 50 days on the dot.

My sister I regrettably admit that I have barely spoken to. She's all hooked upon young love. Totally support her, 15 years old, whole life ahead of her. She's already got a part time job, at her age yes! She'll do amazing in life. Can't wait til third year so she can come down here!