Handbags Vs Clothes

I think I’ve mentioned before that I find Shopping a little tedious and sometimes stressful.

I’ve been out shopping with my bestie all day. She’s this gorgeous size 10 with big boobs and flat stomach (jealous!). Whilst I’m a chubby size 18 and lumps and bumps in the wrong places!

She can wear a dish cloth and she’d look fabulous. Whilst me, I look stupid in just a black old Tshirt. I have to look for the bigger sizes which most shops don’t even go up too. I have to look for the flowy, baggy clothes so that none of my chubbiness.

I hate it. I mean, I love going shopping with her. I love seeing her try on all these amazing clothes and tops. I love being able to talk her into treating herself. However, I’ll pick out a few things that I love but they don’t look good at all. I mean, I’ll pick my size, hold my breath in the fitting room. Then – my eyes traveling down my reflection in the mirror. Ok, it looks good on the neck line, flows nicely on my stomach area but it’s all too good to be true. It’s too tight on my arms. Sadly I have rather fatty upper arms.

If it’s not my arms, it’s my waist, if it’s not my waist it’s my boobs. Honestly my body is awful to try and dress. I really hits my confidence. It’s as though, my body lets me down and I end up buying nothing. I can’t explain how low I get.

However handbags. Now handbags never make me feel sad. They never make me feel as though I’m fat or ugly. You can never have too many handbags! There is so many to choose from! Different sizes, different colours, different fabrics. Each and everyone will suit you. You don’t have to worry about them not looking good on you.

So today, I didn’t manage to find any clothes that looked good on me, so I brought a brand new handbag! It’s GORGEOUS! A lovely mustard colour. Ooh I’m trying not to drawl whilst thinking about it.

If I sold my handbag collection I would probably have a deposit for a house! – No word of a lie!

Much Love,

The Insider x

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Friend Zoned! – Help!

Dear Insider,

I’ve been in love with my best friend for 2 years. However, it’s the typical cliché, she’s friend zoned me!

Any suggestions to win her over?

Michael.


 

Hey Micheal!

Me and my current boyfriend have been best friends for 8 years, and have been together for 4. So the other half we were just so close it was unreal.

It had felt like I had friend-zoned him, and he had friend-zoned me, we never seem to catch a break. I was always in a relationship, and he was always in a relationship, it just SUCKED!

Don’t worry though, being friend-zoned doesn’t mean you’re out of the game! It actually means you’re an Insider. Being best friends means they trust you, they open up to you. You’re their Go-To-Guy! This gives you an advantage. Use your Inside knowledge as a guide to get you ahead. You know what makes her happy, you know her interests, you know her likes and dislikes so use this information.

The best boyfriends are often the ones they’re most closest to BUT may need help realising! My advice, is to keep being her best friend but also through in a romantic gesture every now and again (or just tell her!) – Sometimes girls need help realising whats in front of them. 

Much love

The Insider x

The Birmingham Adventure Part 2

Back again Insiders! – Part 2.

So we stupidly got into a taxi with 2 guys (which I have already been told off for by my mum) – rightly so. However we are alive and they weren’t murderers. They were actually lovely guys. We actually stayed with them for the rest of the night. We ended up on broad street. For all of you that know the area,  this is known as the highlight area for clubbing, drinking, bars everything. You literally walk up and down one road that has all the bars and clubs you could ever want. Ranging from RnB, Rock, Pop, Old School everything!

The most annoying this is that people randomly come up to you trying to get you into their bar or club. ‘Free shots’ ‘£1 shots’ ‘Half price entry’ ‘wrist bands here’ – Literally its lie you’ve never been so wanted in your life! We randomly picked a bar said that there was £1 shots, so as my bestie loves shots we headed in. I love my bestie, the best way to get to know new people is to do tequila shots with them. Breaks the ice every time! My besties starts off the round, I then followed ordering more shots. These poor guys had no idea what they were getting themselves in for. However they kept up pretty good and took all the shots we gave them. – Fair play. We turned round to see that this bar/club place was dead. I love places that are packed, as no one is really paying attention to you. This was not like that at all.

We decided to leave. Heading up the road we got approached by one of promoters for a club. My bestie has been out in Birmingham before and jumped and squealed! She knew the club that was being promoted. She was really raving about it and so we got our wrist bands and continued to walk up the street. We got chatting to these guys and found out that they are rather well-educated and rather decent jobs – Lucky.

Finally reaching the club at around 2:00am, people had been queuing up and there was loads of security. Now from where I’m from we don’t have any clubs that have body searches, metal detectors, facial recognition and security. I looked at my friend and was like, what kind of place is this? – I was thinking the worst, obviously thinking people had been stabbed, killed, seriously injured – However my bestie said ‘Nope, it’s just so big here they need to keep check of who is in the cub’ … Hmm. we all got through OK (obviously as non of us are killers or had any sharp objects). I now understood what my bestie meant. This place was big. Like Big as in a House Of Fraser/Debenhams BIG. There was more than one club in the building.

You could walk into one room and have old school music – Mcfly, High School Musical, Busted that kind of thing then go into another room which is RnB! I must admit I was pretty amazed. In all honesty all of us seemed to like the old music room better. I mean it must have been like we were trying to re-live are youth or something! That’s how it felt anyway. – Needless to say we all got along, dancing away drinking, singing and everything! It must have been around 4pm when security started to move people out of the club.

We shared a taxi back to the hotel and said bye to our new friends and we went are separate ways. – Insiders, I am going to express how safe you need to be when on a night out. I know it may seem that overtime I’m out with my bestie that we meet new people and she taxis with completed strangers, but please please please remember that you shouldn’t do this. Yes these guys were nice, but one day they might not be. Its stupid decisions the me and my bestie make – Please don’t follow in our footsteps. STAY SAFE.

The guys that we met actually made mine and my besties night. Absolutely great lads that cheered us up when we were having such a sh** start to the night.

Anyway as you can imagine getting back at 4:30am was a killer, especially when we had planned to go shopping all day on the Saturday. HUNGOVER – Understatement. Retail therapy was much-needed. Didn’t quiet cure the headache though.

Remember Insiders, on a night out stay safe, you don’t know what idiots are out there.

Much Love,

The Insider x

The Birmingham Adventure Part 1

Ok Insiders! – I know, I know its been a few days since I’ve blogged or even done an Ask The Insider. There is good reason for this. Me and bestie had another adventure. Now this story is very tragic and I’m sure it’ll have most of you in stitches!

I’ll start from the beginning:

Stupidly me and my bestie had worked a 12 hour day on Friday. Yes, I know sad or what? We started at 8am and finished at 8pm. My lovely boyfriend was kind enough to pick us up from work and take us to the train station to head down to Birmingham for a girly weekend. – This girly weekend was much needed! We booked our tickets and off we went.

Fast-forwarding to when we got to Birmingham Station. We had lugged these really big bags (full to the brim with clothes, shoes and make up – as you an imagine), off the train. By the time we got to the station it was around 10:30pm. Great timing in order to find the hotel and get ready to go out. Although, food was a necessity at this point. We were extremely hungry and needed food fast. Me and my bestie get a little hangry if we haven’t eaten in a while. – When I say this, I mean everyone needs to back off, we turn into monsters.

So, we grabbed a McDonalds (as you do) and headed to the hotel which wasn’t too far, it must’ve been a 2 minute walk. We go to the hotel that I booked. **WHY DID MY BESTIE LET ME BOOK THE HOTEL** – We walked in and it seemed nice enough, we booked in and headed to the lift. The lift however scary. There was only 1 of them working. We walked into the lift and 3 other guys had come into it as well. This lift seemed so unsafe, it made all these scary noises, it smelt and was really small. The guys in the lift were speaking a language that we didn’t know and every other word was a swear word. They were getting a little aggressive to each other as they had all been drinking – (Well still drinking). They got off on another floor (thankfully). The doors closed and started to move slowly again. All of a sudden, we heard a loud noise – It sounded like a fire alarm. Our hearts started to race as we didn’t know what was going on. We managed to get to the floor in which or hotel was on and literally ran out the lift. – I hate lifts.

When we got of the lift we were greeted with the STENCH of WEED. I hate the smell of weed and its unpleasant to smell especially if 1. You’re not a smoker 2. In a hotel! – Some people are just so inconsiderate. Just imagine if there was children in the hotel and they smell that. It’s not good! Finding our room was like Mission Impossible. The layout of the hotel was like a maze. It took us 5-10 minutes just to find the bloody room. I get irritated and frustrated very easily and this was really toying with my patience. We FINALLY found the room and opened the door, expecting an amazing room with double bed. NOPE. NOT WHAT HAPPENED AT ALL.  The room had no windows, the bed was small and felt like cardboard, the sheets were like paper, the bathroom stank and had mould along the sides, thick black muck along the skirting boards – UGH it was just disgusting. We sat down on the bed and looked at each other as we ate our food. We could hear people outside the door shouting and banging on the doors. I got up and locked the door – Which wouldn’t have done any help as the lock was a small flimsy chain. The room didn’t have any safe locking system. I turned round and looked at my bestie. We must have read each others minds. We wanted to leave.

We started looking at other hotels. Luckily we found a premier inn which had rooms available we grabbed our bags and headed to the reception. There was no way that we were getting into the lift again and went down the stairs. I’m going to tell you now, we were on the 9th floor. Lugging our bags down the stairs was such a ball ache! We handed the key back in gave a really bad excuse as to why we needed to leave.

We ran out of the hotel and round the corner to the premier inn. When we got too the doors, there was a security guard that has to buzz you in to make sure you’re not drunken idiots. – This place was so nice and felt so much safer. We booked into a lovely double room, it was all cleaned and just amazing. Before we went to the room we went straight to the bar and got ourselves a bottle of wine to take up with us. The lady behind the bar had asked us what had happened and what we are going to be doing this evening. She had mentioned that the hotel that we had been at was known for being sh**. She then showed us exactly where we could go for a good night out. – LOVELY LADY!

We entered the room and immediately felt better and started getting ready with the glasses of wine. – WINE MAKES EVERYTHING BETTER. We had music on, dancing around the room, doing our make up and hair. We looked at the time it was 12:30am. We needed to hurry and get out to the clubs. All dressed to impress we went out and wondered the streets to find a bar or club. – No luck. Google maps wasnt helping too much as we kept getting lost. Now girls, you all know that walking around in heels in a city you don’t know hurts like mad. We started to get demotivated and was about to head back to the hotel when we got approached by 2 guys,…

Now, if you’ve read my previous blogs with my bestie we always seem to make friends on a night out… These guys looked just as lost as we did. They had asked if we new where any good bars or clubs were. We both looked at each other and was like nope.. So we all ended up tagging along with each other – We all booked a taxi (I know, I know stranger danger) and headed to some clubs…. Thats when the night started.

OK Insiders, this is a long blog, so stay tuned for part 2 of The Birmingham Adventure!

Much Love,

The Insider x

My Bestfriend Is Being Cheated On.

Dear Insider,

Please HELP me. I’ve recently found out that my best friends boyfriend has been cheating on her for around 6 months now. I found out, when I was out partying in Leeds a few weeks ago. I’ve done some digging and found out that the girl that he has been cheating with, is someone who my bestfriend believes to be his cousin! I don’t want to hurt my best friend and really don’t know how to bring it up. – Should I tell her or let her find out by herself? I’m scared that she will be upset and mad at me for being the bearer of bad news. – I’m so torn, please help. (I really don’t want her to hate me).

Joanna x


 

Hi Joanna, 

WOW. I read this one and my jaw actually hit the floor. Honestly this guy sounds like a right sleezeball. If you and your bestie are like me and mine, then you need to tell her whats going on. By standing back and letting it carry on, in a way is turning a blind eye to it. – You don’t want your bestfriend to be hurt – I understand that. However, she will be more hurt in the long run if you haven’t told her up-front. Just imagine her finding out from someone else and her finding out you knew. – Awkward! (It would make everything 10x worse, trust me). 

Yes, she will be upset/mad at first but in the long run she will thank you for telling her. If you don’t she will be wasting her time for months maybe even years with a guy that is truly messing her around. No on deserves that. There is no way that she can hate you for being honest. Honesty is the best policy! – Get her over to yours, make her a coffee (or a glass of wine will work), and just tell her. It’ll feel like ripping off a plaster, it hurts at first but it heals. – Just look after her.

You’ll just need to be there for her as much as you can. It’s going to be hard for her to hear and understand at first but when she overcomes the shock, this is when she is going to need you the most. – I’m sure we all know that being cheated on is no laughing matter and really hurts. 

I hope your bestie will be ok! – With a bestfriend like you, I know she’ll get through it! 

Much Love, 

The Insider x 

I Lava You x

I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND. I’ve been with him for almost 4 years now. It feels like I’ve known him my whole life. I think I was around 12/13 years old when I met him – I know right, he has known me through my ugly duckling stages! The days in which my eyebrows didn’t match! – Honestly I don’t know what the hell he saw in me.

Clearly I haven’t been with him all this time, I’ve had previous boyfriends and he’s had a previous girlfriend. My old boyfriends would get annoyed and jealous of my now boyfriend as I would always be talking to him, talking about him (Me being the innocent person I was, didn’t realise this looked bad). However, I would get so jealous when he would text me saying ‘Im with my girlfriend, I can’t talk now, ill message you later’ – OMG this would annoy the hell out of me. – I would get really stroppy with him. I swear it must have been like he had 2 girlfriends! – Bless him.

Whenever he messaged me I would always have a smile/smirk on my face. Back in the day, when I was at school I would hide my phone under the desk and text him back – All my friends knew who I was texting because of my face. I used to get that girly feeling all the time.

Anyway he was my best friend (still is) throughout all my school years. He was that guy that I would fall asleep texting and wake up eagerly looking to see if he has messaged back. I would tell him anything and everything. He went through all my break ups with other guys, getting our exam results and everything!

From the first day I met him I fell. I knew that he was someone special. He had blonde spiked up hair, was smaller than me, wearing a football shirt, shorts and socks all pulled up. Now yes his fashion sense back then sounds a little out there but he was super cute! He had a 6 pack and everything! (Not so much now but that’s because we have become so comfortable together). I would always look at him and go all red in the face. He walked me home once (It was around a 40 minute walk), I was so nervous and honestly when he hugged me I thought my knees were going to fall from under me. – We actually didn’t physically see each other for years, however spoke every single day. We spoke on MSN, Facebook, Skype and also by texting. We would stay up to 2AM talking, it was never boring. We would be talking all day and still never get bored.

When we started meeting up again (we must have been around 17) – He had just passed his driving test (Finally! Took him a few times with his theory!). I was single and so was he, this was unheard of! We had never both been single at the same time. I was so nervous, I never understood why, I mean I spoke to this guy every day for so many years but now I was meeting him for the first time in years and it all felt real all of a sudden. He knocked on my door, my heart stopped. When I opened the door, I had to remind myself to breathe, here was my bestfriend, 6ft 2in (so much taller than I remembered), hair swept back (no more blonde), gorgeous green eyes, goofy smile. This was no longer the boy that I remembered, he had turned into this handsome man. – It was so weird, I mean, I had seen him all the time on Facebook and Skype however seeing him standing in front of me, it was like I was seeing him for the first time. – I thought that he was the most handsome guy I had ever seen.

Long story short, we started dating around 3 months after meeting up again. It just felt natural. Like nothing had changed. The first time we kissed, OMG it was like fireworks set off in my mind. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. (Even as I write this I can’t help but smile). – He was so nervous and I was so nervous as well. I mean the atmosphere went completely tense, my heart was in my throat. Being honest, I had waited for this day since I had first met him.

He literally does anything for me. Anything. He takes care of me, one time I was so sick and the week before I fell in love with a little elephant teddy. He came over with the elephant teddy and a bunch of chocolate to make me feel better. I will point out that elephants are my favourite animal. Heffalumps are adorable. He is always looking after me. Especially with what I’m going through at the moment, he is the only one that I will listen too when in my lowest moments. He is the only I want to calm me down. He doesn’t necessarily have to do anything, but he grabs me in his arms and holds me. This is enough to calm me. I can’t explain how it makes me feel just to be in his arms. I guess the only way I can explain it is, I feel safe.

He is honestly the most amazing human being I’ve ever met. He is so kind, caring, lovely, soppy, everything you could ever want. I can’t name enough words to describe him.

I’m lucky to call him my bestfriend, my boyfriend, my fairytale. – My Knight in shining armour.

Much Love,

The Insider x