That Girl from Derwent dwells on the value of religion this Christmas.
That Girl from Derwent has learned a few more things about prejudice since moving up North.
That Girl From Derwent reckons if you're going to be offensive, you should find a better reason.
That Girl from Derwent considers why it is that some words have wider implications than others.
I envy those girls who seem to have perfected whatever look they're going for. they breeze past so elegantly and leave me covered in metaphorical dust.
Yes. I assume a lot.
I assume these girls know what they want from life. I assume they know what they're doing. I assume they never have crises of confidence. Or just general crises.
and I judge myself accordingly.
Somewhere between being a proud fresher and a prejudiced second-year I realise I’ve judged a lot of people since being at University.
First there were the guys who hit on me in Freshers’ Week. Back then I didn’t want to know. And I’d only just met them – so I judged them for that. When it transpired later that they’re actually quite all-right guys, I felt a bit silly: but I couldn’t take back that massive, yearlong grudge I’d held. Then there was the girl who turned out to be a best friend.
But I've judged no one more than myself.
Yet, in the end, you have to just stop worrying about these things. There's no point being hard on yourself - believe me, there are enough people in the world to do that for you.
And I’m paranoid of being judged by other people. I hide the TV I'm watching in case anybody will think less of me for my taste sometimes. I pretend to like things I don't actually care much for and I try to hide my own personality away at the first sign of feeling threatened.
As I walked onto campus the other afternoon for a seminar meeting clutching shopping bags instead of books, I felt like every stare was judging me. Which is ridiculous, of course. No one probably even noticed the bags in my hands, and those that did probably didn’t even care. I sat in my seminar trying to ignore the Ann Summers bag at my feet when, in the greater scheme of things, it didn't matter at all.
But why this obsession with how we're seen by others? We constantly upload photos of ourselves onto social networking sites; we're obsessed with images and always want to look like something.
We forget that we already do.
We look like ourselves. And that should be enough.
comment deleted by the author Looking like yourself isn't enough, people put loads of effort into their work and friendships, more girls need to put that amount of effort into their looks! It's just another extension of the self worthy of time, effort and money, I have never met a girl blessed enough to not have to doll up.
I have. Every woman I have ever met.
Rubbish, girls need make-up, why else does it exist!
Everyone looks better with make-up, and if you can look better, why not!
If you've ever watched The Only Way is Essex, you'll find girls who DEFINITELY don't look good with makeup. Tango doesn't even cover it.
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