Michael Kors Essential Zip Wallet

Jeans and Shirt: Zara

Ever since I bought my new phone- which was around Christmas- I've been on the search for a perfect case. For most people, a basic protective case does the job, but I wanted something that would not only protect my phone, but also look nice in my hands. It's safe to say I fell in love almost instantly when I saw this purse (or wallet, as the label says) on the shelf, and knew I had to have it. 

Although there was a variety of colours available, which you can see here, I opted for a bright yellow "Citrus" colour-- perfect for the summer. I feel like the clothes I wear tend to lean more towards darker colours, and this purse brings a perfect shade of summer into my outfit!

The convenience of it also didn't fail to impress me. As well as holding my phone and protecting it from scratching, it does, also, have enough space for three cards. The only issue is the endless amount of loyalty cards I have seemed to collect over the years, but I've found that there is actually some extra room where I can keep them. 

I would definitely recommend it to anyone looking for a wallet that would also carry their iPhone (4/5); however, it may be too small for some other phones, such as the Samsung Galaxy!

Let me know in the comments what your experience with Michael Kors has been, as I seem to really enjoy every product of his I have bought. 

- B.W.

"Real Men Like Curves"

The phrase "only dogs like bones" has been following me around on the internet for what feels like decades. Go on any accomplished fitness guru's Instagram right now and you will see this comment at least three times under a picture they have posted, followed closely by the worst of the worst: "Eat a burger". 

Anyone who has read a newspaper or watched This Morning at least once in the past six years will know that as a society, we love to blame the media for the body image issues every teenage girl experiences. From Vogue to Victoria's Secret to even our childhood favourite dolls, such as Barbie, are blamed for the dull moments we spend, dipping celery into fat-free salad cream with one hand, entering the calories you have consumed within the last 38 minutes into your food diary with the other. Putting some logic into the matter, anyone can see that Miranda Kerr is the main reason why we hate our own bodies. How dare she work her tiny butt off in the gym everyday, take care of herself and eat some kale while she's at it? Who does she think she is, going around, looking healthy, and flaunting the amazing figure she works hard to maintain? 

What I just said sounds ridiculous because it absolutely is. 

It isn't the pictures of a thousand beautiful girls we save onto our phones with hopes of motivation that pushes us into a disturbed view of our bodies. Nor is it looking through magazines which have pictures of swimwear models, watching movies where the pretty girl is always the skinny girl, and not even how disproportionate Barbie is. It's the girls we meet in school, telling us wearing a certain size of clothing is "disgusting". The petty arguments we have with people we don't know and realising over and over again that "fat" is the worst thing a girl can be called. It's not the media that provides otherwise healthy girls with confidence issues, but the real world that does, because telling someone "only dogs like bones" makes them feel exactly like that: A bag of bones for a dog to play with until it loses its taste. And we know this, too, because the reason anyone makes that kind of remark on someone else's appearance is due to the hundreds of words that have been said to them, making them feel just as worthless as that bag of bones. 

So, why do we do it? Why do we insist on putting each other down everyday, instead of accepting others as they come? I know that my worth doesn't come from the amount of burgers I eat, or what cup size my bra is. Yet, it's taken me years and years- and even a few sessions of therapy- to realise that what I do and don't eat isn't what is going to make me happy in the future. 

Maybe this was a slightly too deep and overwhelming topic to kick off my blog with, but I'd love to hear your views on this subject, so, let me know!

- B.W. 

Insane in Sane Places

Starting a blog has proved itself to be more of a challenge than I initially believed it would be, but if you guys thought I would be put off by Blogger's unreliable editing tools and impossible theme selections, you were wrong. I've thought about what I wanted my famous first words to be on this blog ("ambitious" would have worked) in an attempt to describe myself and give people an outlook of what they should expect with the next thousands of words to come, and I settled with a title that I found to sum me up perfectly: Insane in Sane Places. 

Now, some of you may be confused by this ambiguous string of words, but those of you who have any interest in Psychology will be familiar with Rosenhan's study into being sane in insane places. Quite like the poor participants that took place in his social experiments, I, too, sometimes, find myself feeling like I have fallen down the rabbit hole, gotten lost while chasing a rabbit, or any other metaphors you would prefer to describe an experience similar to the one Alice had. Except slightly less dramatic and a lot less magical. 

To sum it up even more clearly for those of you who are feeling a bit lost yourselves; this is going to be my space to write about anything and everything I want to share with the world, and more importantly, my future self who will hopefully be sensible enough to read these blogposts as diary entries. Though it should be noted that by "anything", I mean absolutely anything. I want to share my thoughts on everything that interests me, from fashion to politics to my favourite books and the most personal stuff I have experienced in the past few years. I understand that these are a terrible mix of subjects that shouldn't usually be put together, but for the sake of keeping sane and putting my thoughts out in the open, an exception needs to be made. 

Until my next blogpost, I will continue to be insane in sane places.