Love from, Florence Grace

I am used to online hate. When I was younger, I had it all the time via Twitter. When I joined Tumblr, it came in thick and fast (anonymously, of course). When I signed up to Curious Cat about a month ago, it started up again. And its cool you know, it's always stupid things like "your blog is so embarrassing lol" or messages riddled with spelling errors and grammatical mistakes and I honestly just couldn't care less. I have quite thick skin and it just goes over my head. You want to sit there and anonymously insult every blog post- indicating that you're reading  every blog post- then that's fine by me. You do you, boo.  But last night I got a message that I just couldn't not comment on. Last night someone anonymously told me "you couldn't be a model lol".  Shit man. I almost couldn't believe what I was reading. Someone was actually telling me, a size 12, chubby cheeked, snub nose girl that she couldn't be a model. I m...

Have you ever envied the way somebody looks? Of course you have. We all want to go through an incredible ugly duckling cum Kendall Jenner style transformation where we go from being just an average looking human to a complete gem- even when we all know it's about how much money you have to pay for various surgical procedures and how good you are with a contour kit.  Truthfully though, you're always going to be beautiful to somebody. Even if you've only got a face that a mother would love (as the saying goes), that's still one person who finds you beautiful. Believe it or not, natural beauty is almost always better than an overly orange face, overplucked brows and the wrong shade of peach or coral on your lips.  Whatever, wear make up or don't wake up, as long as you feel beautiful, that's the main thing. But have you ever met somebody so beautiful you just have to talk to them, either about their fab contour skills or about something else totally ...

I'm hoping that the title of this post is preparing you for the ridiculous scenario that I am about to write about. I hope you're sat there thinking "who the hell has to choose between expressing themselves and their education? Everyone gets an education, surely". Well, that may not be the case anymore. Please, read on. I hope this provides you with laughs and I hope many teachers read this and alter their opinion on the strict uniform rules their school has set in place. I am always keen to fight against people who tell me what to do regarding my appearance. At secondary school I was constantly pulled up for having painted nails, wearing flower accessories in my hair and forever having my jewellery taken off of me- only for me to come in wearing something else the next day! I was determined to show my school that my education and learning was more important than how I looked, and that whilst they deemed my accessories a distraction, until a fellow pupil came to me ...