Just Me

International Women’s Day.

Today is International Women’s Day and with this day I thought I’d share about the most important women in my life and who are my point of call when I need them. They support me through everything and push me to be the best and do the best I can. 



-My Mum-

Firstly my biggest inspiration has got to be my Mum. She is such a strong and independent lady and despite the troubles in her life she has never failed me and always put me and my siblings first. She didn’t have the best of relationship with my father who was a ba*tard to put it bluntly and they had me when my mum was 21 and they split when he was sent to prison and she took this chance to get out and move back home to my grandparents, my mum took me to see him a few times but he has never bothered with me since. She then met my step-dad and they married, he has been more of a Dad to me than my own father and who I have called Dad since the age of 4. After their marriage came to an end after many years together my Mum had to start over alone, and she took this in her stride and still continued to put everyone before herself. I had to move back home with her and my 2 siblings when Poppy was about 3 months old, and I returned with not only myself and a baby but my partner and a 1 year old Rottweiler too, my mum let us take her room and she stayed on the sofa bed for a few months until I could move into my flat.  She is the most self-less person I have ever met and would do anything for each of her children as-long as we’re happy then so is she.

My mum is my best friend and I know I can always turn to her for advice no matter what the situation may be as I know she’ll say what ever she thinks no matter how harsh it may be, she’s not one for affection at all if she gives you a hug or kiss it’s best to check she’s not ill or it’s snowing outside!


-My Grandma-

My Grandma would be my next inspiration. She was a young mum herself and had my Uncle when she was just 16 and then my mum at 18. My grandad was her first boyfriend and first love, and although I’m sure he drives her mad at times they’d be a little lost without each other. I spent alot of my time with my Grandma and Grandad, as when my mum used to work I’d go to them and spend the weekends and sometimes mid-week with them. I used to love going to my grandparents, my Grandma taught me how to cook from spaghetti bolognaise ( although I can never get it as tasty as her own) to jam tarts. My Grandma is the most gentle person you’d ever meet and I used to love her doing my hair in rags (curls) and she’s also the one who taught me how to do french plaits and different hair styles that I now do on my own daughter.

She used to live out in the countryside with my Grandad and we used to go on walks at the weekend across the local moors just up the road or trips to Howarth, then when I was about 10 they moved to Rhodes, Greece and to say I was devastated is an understatement. Once there though I used to love going over to visit up to 3 times a years for as long as I could, and I had some amazing experience’s from simple things as learning a new culture to working on a boat and seeing dolphins! My Grandma moved back over to be with us all 4-5 years ago and my Grandad stayed out there and we continued to go and visit him until he eventually decided to move back over to England late last year.



Both these women have shaped me into the woman I’am today and I wouldn’t be there who I’am or where I’am if it wasn’t for these women. I couldn’t of wished for better role models for myself or for my daughter aswell.

I’m proud to call them my inspiration, so for this I want to say thank you to them both and words can never describe how much they mean to me.




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