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Being 6 Foot At 16..

Being 6 Foot At 16..

Being taller than your own mum when you are only 16 is hard – well at least for me. Ever since I can remember I have been the tallest in my class; the one placed at the back of school photos and have always been the one with the biggest feet.

It is probably obvious that my height has bothered me for a long time and if I am honest I see it as something that will always bother me. The thing that annoys me the most about being tall is when short people say that they would love to be tall, when in reality if they knew all of the negatives I am sure that they would think differently. One of the obvious downfalls of being tall is, of course – buying clothes. And I ¬†know what you are thinking ‘they have shops for tall people’ yes, but do you know how frustrating it is when you see a pair on jeans that you really like or a nice pair of shoes and they don’t fit? When you go out shopping with your friends and you have to drag them up to the top floor where they sell the ‘tall’ clothes and wait for a shopkeeper to look in the stock rooms for the ‘big’ shoe sizes. I will tell you, it’s annoying!

Another thing? When you are on planes – having to either deal with the fact that you won’t be able to feel your legs for days after the flight or paying for extra leg room. In concerts (yes you can see the band over peoples heads) but people don’t want someone tall infant of them so you end up standing at the back (or being pushed there). Making your friends pretty much run next to you as you take one step for every 5 of theirs. Yes all of these things are annoying but I can just about deal with them, it isn’t like I am unlucky going on a flight or being able to buy clothes. The one thing that I just can’t come to terms with is boys..

I can get used to being the tallest one in my group of friends (or school year for that matter) but when it comes to boys I just think it seems strange for the girl to be the taller one. I mean it isn’t like I have anything against it – it is just, you can never get that feeling of being protected if you are tall. A shorter boy would never be able to wrap his arms around me.. – in my mind it isn’t right.

Going on and on about the negativity of being tall I guess there are some good aspects – being able to see at concerts is a bonus and people do seem to look up to you if you are tall (but with the maturity of a 2 year old I don’t think that happens often!) And I guess that I am reasonably slim which is a great bonus in this day and age of people judging you. I guess that with being tall, it also means that people notice you – not that I am an attention seeker but it does feel good sometimes!!

And to finish it all off – at least I’m not taller than my dad (yet) so at the moment I can get my protective hugs from him! ūüėā

Anyways,

I’m off, Beth x

The Best Is Yet To Come..

The Best Is Yet To Come..

Trying to think of things that have changed over the past year and what I want to expect from the coming year¬†is really difficult, when you’re in high school and constantly assessed and studying for exams time just seems to fly by. I remember this exact day last year – I spent new years eve with my friend and we had a lot of fun wondering what might happen the following year, this year – we did exactly the same thing (with a few more friends and a tiny bit more alcohol) and it was amazing.

That’s one thing that was definitely established in 2014. Until about 3 or 4 years ago I always seemed to have friends but I never seemed to click with people, they didn’t really ‘get me’. My sense of humour sometimes offended them, the way they dressed was completely different, the music they liked was different, and don’t get me wrong you can’t have everything in common with people.. I just never really had anything in common with them. Until the 3 most important and best friends anybody could ask for came into my life about 3 years ago. The thing is 2014 was the year where it was made definite. Where I could offend them and they wouldn’t get offended, trust them with everything and laugh at them if they fell over etc. And I have never felt like that with anyone before. I couldn’t ask for a better 3 best friends and all I can say is that I think in 2015 we will only become even closer.

I don’t really understand why to do something good I have to wait until the new year, or to go to the gym I need to wait or to sort my life out I¬†can wait?

Not that I have many things in life to sort out at 16, whats important to a sixteen year old girl? Boys, Wi-fi and chocolate sounds about right.. and I can sort out the chocolate, wi-fi in my house is pretty good and boys? well we’ll just have to wait and see. But one thing I know for sure¬†is that I am very lucky to have all of the family,¬†friends and love that I do and I am so grateful for them.

All I can say is 2014 was amazing and here’s to 2015 being the best year yet!

Anyways,

I’m off, Beth x

My Little Secret..

My Little Secret..

Everyone has their own secrets, some bigger than others. Some personal and sad, some, people don’t want known but others are small beauties held close to the heart of the person who is keeping it – mine is the latter. A secret¬†that I want to share with the world yet I want to keep¬†it all to¬†myself. What you might ask? It’s the ocean. Not the ocean as a whole, but a small part of it that is very close to my heart. It’s the place I first found my love for photography, the place I feel at peace and happy, My secret little beach, no one is ever on it (except for the occasional dog walker) and it is the most peaceful place I know. My little secret.

It is very easy to forget the things that you have around you every day. For example – people who live in hot countries don’t appreciate the sun, people who have big families don’t appreciate the love, for me – I find that I don’t appreciate the one thing that some people have never seen with their own eyes. The beautiful ocean.

Where I live is on the very coast and is a maximum 10 minute walk to the big public beach with a big promenade and views to die for Рbut for me I have a special little beach that I first discovered a few summers ago. A little walk over the cliff top took me to an area I had never been to before and after climbing and jumping down some rocks i found myself on a little beach that had nobody on it and the views were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

I just sat there with my friend throwing rocks into the ocean as our feet were being tickled by the cold icy water (even in the summer) The thing is – that was a few years ago and ever since I haven’t been. So yesterday I took another¬†friend to show her the beauties of the beach and I suddenly realised how much I missed it.

We ran around throwing rocks up as high as we could and as far as we could and I felt like I was walking on clouds – It was total bliss. I found that it was even more beautiful in the winter time as it was in the summer as the cold breeze reddened our noses and we walked along the edge of the beaches the sun was setting behind the cliff. As the sun was setting I took some shots of this beautiful place. It made me realise how the natural beauties of the world are what you need to be doing in your spare time – not wasting time in bed or watching movies. I need to appreciate my beautiful surroundings more often!!

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Side note: Some shots I took on my adventures.

Anyways,

I’m off, Beth x

British life..

British life..

As I have been talking to my friend in Chicago, USA it has become clear to me that the life of an american teenager is so different yet so similar to that of a UK teenager, i.e me. And I know that in Chicago it snows a lot and that is very different to other states but here in the UK we have one weather all year round – rain – and to be honest, sometimes I like the rain, I like not being able to go outside because the minute you step out of the door you may as well have not even bothered to shower but when it is nearly all year round, you get a bit fed up of turning up at school looking like a drowned rat..

Weather isn’t the only difference that I have noticed. It’s the tiny little things that seem to make such a difference. For example, here in the UK I am in year 11, but in the USA I would be known as a Sophmore, and exams are completely different and the accents are completely different and most importantly the sweets (candy).

I have to say that British chocolate is sooo much better than american. It is so much more creamy and sweeter, its amazing. But I do really like the american candy like sour patch kids and things like that.

One thing that is definitely different is boys. American boys always seem so much hotter and sound so much nicer, boys here just get drunk and talk about football, soccer that is.

But to be honest all of the differences between americans and brits don’t matter – because teenagers are teenagers and that’s that.

Anyways,

I’m off, Beth x

Stepping out..

Stepping out..

I am really not good at this whole writing thing but I really wanted to try something different that I could do in my spare time as well as all of the the other pointless things that I do e.g. procrastination!

I kind of feel like this is different to procrastinating because it is not as if I am gaining nothing from it, I mean in years to come at least I will have something to look back on and remember all of my teen years. Yes, thats what i’ll do, use this as a kind of diary, a kind of journal of my life that might not even be interesting to most people but to me it means something!

So, as a first blog post comes to an end I¬†would like to inform that it is currently 2.36am and as a typical teen I am still sat in bed, eyes glued to my laptop screen wide awake. But that’s the way it is for us teenagers, we don’t want to go to sleep then don’t want to wake up, you’ve heard it all before I’ve no need to tell¬†you!

Anyways,

I’m off, Beth x