1995 - perfect 90's/Kylie Jenner Lip. A brown nude with a slight pink undertone.

Kimchi Doll - not my absolute favourite on it's own, however it is the perfect shade to chuck over a nude lipliner, or in the middle of a darker shade to create the perfect gradient effect.

Underground -my favourite!! It's similar to 1995 in the sense that its a shade of brown, but it nears on the grey/slate side of the colour wheel. PERFECT shade. If you can only get one, I recommend this shade!

Rodeo Drive - a pink based nude with a slight tint of brown.

Grape Soda - A purple/Raspberry hue.

I hope you enjoyed this short but sweet review on some of my all time favourite lipsticks!

Back in the day....and by back in the day i mean sometime last year, Australis released a limited edition collection, where some items were going to stay on permanently (hello contour kit!) and others were not. They released a few shades of these Metallix Eyeshadows, and obviously due to their popularity they were made permanent with extra shades added. There are two shades I bought back when they were released, and I've nearly hit pan on one of them. They are a creamy, HIGHLY pigmented shadow that can be applied thick for an intense look, or lightly for a wash of sparkling colour over the lid.










Oh my baby Bronzonce! Sadly i don't think this shade is available anymore, however the two other shades i don't have (Gold Gaga and Pearl Jammin) look pretty much like they could be this. Australis may have potentially kept the colour but changed the name, however I can't find any info on that fact. This (as you can see) has been used to death. It is perfect with a slight wash over the lid, to add a youthful sparkle, and its even better thickened up with a cat eye.

I was writing in my little notebook for ideas of things to write about and post on here. The first thing I thought of was to tell you about who I am. I know that my first post on here was a little 'get-to-know-me' chat, but you don't really know ME and WHY i am going through this 'journey'/lifestyle change.

My earliest memories of my struggle with my body and self-confidence are rooted in my early early years of primary school. I was a tomboy and hung out with all the boys at lunch, so naturally the girls didn't like me. I remember being so self-conscious in the later years of primary school, especially at swimming lessons. No child that young should ever be concerned about their body....you are an infant, and still growing. But i was concerned, because I was always comparing myself to the other girls in my class. Around this same time I went through puberty at a very young age. I was around 10 or so. I grew breasts very quickly, and the awkwardness of having to bleed every god damn month at such a tender age was not something I enjoyed. I remember lying about it to my teachers before swimming lessons, saying i broke my swimmers, instead of saying i couldn't swim due to monthly callings.

High school was not easier. I went through a tormenting 5 years. The first 3 - 4 of high school weren't the best of times. I made friends, fell out of those friendships, made more friends, fell out from those friendships, etc etc. I was blamed for a lot of things that weren't my doing, and i also said things that i regret (i was a teenager...you tell me what teenager doesn't regret something they did when they were younger). I was bullied by a lot of girls in my school, and some people spread nasty rumours which led to me constantly losing friends. Senior year was the utmost worst year of my existence, and I'm not even being melodramatic. At the start of the school year, a certain girl at school and her friend, decided to go around to other girls in my grade and tell them lies of which i supposedly called them nasty things. I came home from TAFE that day to my Facebook being inundated with "you don't deserve to live" and "you b*tch" flooding my inbox. I lost every friend I had and spent the rest of my year in the library at lunch time. When the library was closed I would skip lunch and just spend 30 mins in a toilet cubicle until the bell rang. I'm not saying I was a perfect person during high school (i definitely said some things, and acted in certain ways to gain validation and friends) but the lies that were spread that supposedly came from my mouth, never came from my lips. That year, I was continuously called fat (i was merely 60-70 kg at the time) and i believed them.

After third term finals in August of that year, i remember sitting my last exam and having excruciating stomach pains. I couldn't get on a bus to go home after that due to intense nausea (the world was SPINNING) so i went to my mums work and literally just lied on the floor for so long, because i couldn't stand up, and even lying down i was spinning. I still remember looking at the carpet and examining every speck of fibre for hours, because that's all i could do. From then on, for weeks on end i was in a constant state of nausea...i didn't eat, i didn't sleep and i skipped so much school. I remember lying on the couch every night just watching shitty TV on foxtel, because i was too anxious to sleep, and felt too sick to do anything. I watched the A-Team too many times to count. Doctors claimed I had the Gastro Virus going around, but after a month or so of this constant sickness, my family doctor told me I had severe depression and anxiety. He ordered me to not return to school (in my last term, i think i went to school 3 times (one being graduation). I went on medication, and I continued to struggle with it until new year, when I finally managed to sleep in my own bed. I remember going to my mum and saying "if these meds don't kick in, i don't think i can keep going"....which I feel bad for saying in hind site because i never wanted to put my mum through that kind of worry. But that's the nature of depression.

* IF YOU ARE STILL READING...thank you*

The next few years were a blur, as i was working on coping with my 'mental' illness. I went to University and studied for a full year, and then left that degree to study a new one...i dropped out half way through the semester, then returned for the second semester that year, but again dropped out half way through. I returned to my original degree, and completed half a semester and then *wait for it* i dropped out. I wasted so much money and time trying to force myself that i was meant to be a teacher because everyone told me i would make a great teacher. This caused so much anxiety over the years, but generally i was steady and travelling well with my health. At the start of last year I started getting sick (I've always been unhealthy during my teenage years...i was constantly getting sick). Because my mum suffers from an autoimmune disease, my family doctor tested my blood, and the results came back that i suffer from Hashimotos Disease. It's hard to explain, but I suggest you read up on the disease as it is more common than you think. Symptoms are so widespread, that sometimes this disease can take over your life. Fast forward a few months and i scored myself a full-time job and a traineeship in administration, and life was better than ever. I was happy and my anxiety was under check. Last month I got a bout of food poisoning, and from that my anxiety went form dormant to extremely ridiculously heightened. I have made plans to return to my GP and discuss a mental health plan to talk to someone, so that I can overcome my struggles.

After reading this, hopefully this has given you an insight into why i put on 40 kilos since leaving school, and why I struggle so much with health both physically and mentally.


This isn't a woe-is-me story, rather a story of a girl who refuses to let her past and her diagnosis ruin her life and future. BRING IT ON.

xx

Can I first start this off by saying....IS IT ALREADY JUNE???? how? Well obviously i know how time works, but this is as if time has been put on fast-forward. Regardless, June is here, which means many many things.