All the holes.

Each little piece of metal in my body is another reflection of who I am.

23.

The number of piercings I currently have in / on my body.

25.

The number I would have had by now if this stupid blood clot hadn’t been the reason I am on anti coagulation treatment and can’t have any more piercings (indefinitely).

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Tried and Tested – Gioventù Liquid Coconut Oil

Gioventù Cosmetics have been able to tap into the core of natural skincare and in their short time on the market, have given us the essential products for all of our beauty regime requirements.

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It is no secret that coconut oil has been likened to the universal remote of the beauty world; a one product fixes all solution. People living in a coconut-laden climate have been reaping the benefits for centuries, having only recently relinquished their secrets to the modern beauty world. Gioventù Cosmetics have been able to tap into the core of natural skincare and in their short time on the market, have given us the essential products for all of our beauty regime requirements. One of which I have been fortunate enough to receive and test, the Liquid Coconut Oil, my new go-to product on my dressing table.

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I must let you in on a NOT so little secret.

People are a constant reminder to me that I’ve lived my life behind a mask, behind a manmade shield of strength and certainty, behind a facade of stability and success.

I didn’t just wake up one day feeling like an incomplete puzzle. I always felt like I had the corner pieces in place, most of the framework and some areas of togetherness within the body of the picture, though there have always been gaps. Sometimes the gaps felt small and insignificant and I knew that I could come back to them at a later time, I would surely find the pieces I needed. Other times, the gaps were so colossal that I felt like giving up on this puzzle, that the picture wasn’t worth completing. All this time I hadn’t considered that the gaps were there because the pieces were missing entirely, until now. These missing pieces that were balance, emotional stability, self esteem and true happiness had always been assumed to be on the floor, accidentally tucked beneath the corner of a rug or unknowingly swiped off of the table. I never realised that these pieces were never to be found, not because they were lost but because they were never in the puzzle box to begin with.

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Psoriasis, a pain in my @ss.

At any given time, I’m walking around with scales, like a snake in shed.

One of my least favorite topics of conversation is back in the Hollywood headlines this week after a fellow sufferer has defiantly stood against the frustration that is Psoriasis. Kim Kardashian has made it public fodder that she is a Psoriasis sufferer and has backed this up with photographic evidence of the unsightly red patches that dot her legs and torso. Now I may not be the biggest Kim K fan and I’m certain they’re not rushing to develop a Psoriasis Kimoji, but I have to commend her for making public a condition that 3% of the global population suffer with quietly at any given time. Kim has said that she has learned to live with Psoriasis and no longer bothers with unsuccessful attempts to hide the blotchy redness on her body, a fight that I know all too well. Sadly, unlike Kim, I haven’t learned to ‘live with’ this disorder. I’m not certain that you ever truly do.

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My Tattoo Journey.

For over 80 hours I have sat beneath tattoo needles, the paintbrush of the skin. I am not afraid of pain. I am not afraid of commitment.

As a teenager, I spent many days looking at pictures of tattoos and admiring the ink artistry of people that I met in my childhood. I always knew I wanted a tattoo but I distinctly remember my parents telling me that I could do what I wanted to my body, but not until I turned 18.

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Black Cats and Pointy Hats.

I believe magick to be the ability to manipulate the energy around me and within me and direct this energy into a manifestation of my own desire and direction.

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Bide the Wiccan Law ye must

In perfect love and perfect trust

Eight words the Wiccan Red fulfil:

An’ ye harm none, do what ye will.

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Dear Diary – Human pincushion again (11/10/17)

I would choose a lifetime of pain and suffering in the company of my children and family, over death or stroke any day.

I thought I had reached the epitome of metal sometime before 7am this morning, I’d gone from dying my hair to dying my blood! Alas, the blood dying was merely for the purposes of an abdominal CT scan and by 4pm in the afternoon I was shedding bucketloads of tears, being forced to make a rushed choice between pain and … well, pain.

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Insomniac

Behind the drooping eyelids and sleep-deprived thoughts, I am the DJ of this party and “I (yet again) can’t get no sleep”.

It isn’t any wonder that I start a ‘mind rave’ every time I feel myself lacking in the sleep department, Faithless are headlining and the song on repeat is one that I am sure many of you know all too well. Behind the drooping eyelids and sleep-deprived thoughts, I am the DJ of this party and “I (yet again) can’t get no sleep”.

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Human pincushion

No, this is not a blog on piercing and body modification (I can assure you, that’s the blog I’d rather be writing). Instead, it’s the tale of how I’ve become a pincushion in 2017.

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