International Women’s Day: An Ode To Women

When I opened my laptop earlier today to start a new blogpost, I was intending to write about a day trip that I took. But the more I’ve been staring at my keyboard, the more I realise that I don’t want to talk about where I travelled to, I want to talk about the people I have met whilst travelling through life. Specifically, women because yano, it’s international women’s day.

Now before we get started, I’m going to apologise for the quality of some of the images in this post. Some were taken on a camera, some were taken on a phone, and some were dragged off Facebook because the author of this blog couldn’t be bothered to sift through 30,000 images to locate the originals…

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When I woke up this morning it was 6:40am and I woke up with a scowl because, well, it was 6:40am. I mean – does anybody actually enjoy getting up at that time unless they’re taking a trip? I think not.

So. I woke up in a grump because mornings are not my thing and as I walked to the bathroom I scowled, and as I showered I scowled, and as I was towel-drying my leg I stopped scowling. Because through the door S was telling me about how a friend of mine had sponsored him and how he was now putting my logo – that little aeroplane you see up the top just there – on his apparel.


S is taking part in a charity boxing match to raise money for Cancer Research UK and last night he put an update on Facebook which said: “If anyone wants their company logo printed on my shirt and the company name announced on my ring walk, then all you need to do is donate £50 on my JustGiving page. All of this goes to Cancer Research UK, win win. I will do my best to last as long as I can for exposure… ” And underneath it, Nikki, a friend I met whilst living in Thailand, had donated, and commented this:

Look familiar?

I couldn’t believe it. I still can’t.
All I know is that I’ve been smiling all day, and being nervous, but mainly smiling.
You see – I have donated to S’ cause, but I didn’t go for the logo and shoutout option because I get weird about promoting my blog. I can’t help it, I’m awkward and self-conscious but that’s a story for another blog-therapy session. Today’s story is about women who empower women.
Because Nikki? She’s the epitome of that phrase.

I met Nikki whilst I was in Thailand and even though I’ve met up with her a handful of times in person, she’s one of the loveliest people I’ve ever met. She’s interesting, and kind, and compassionate, and honest and she’s the type of person who will call out your self-deprecating bullshit and tell you to go for whatever it is. And whilst I’ve been smiling to myself all day like a little weirdo, I realised – I’ve got a lot of women in my life who are like this and I can never stop being grateful for that.

You see, I didn’t grow up with any female role models. The closest thing I had was Lara Croft but to be honest; she was a rich adventuring woman whose butler I used to lock in the freezer, which isn’t really a relatable lifestyle. Plus, if we’re basing this on the Playstation version, then she was a cartoon figure with triangle boobs so she wasn’t really much of a role model either.

But now – I’m surrounded by women who inspire me by being themselves.

I’m surrounded by people who challenge and support the people they meet.
From family, to friends, to blog-strangers who aren’t really strangers anymore. I know such incredible groups of women now, that I can’t help back and wish younger me knew what she was in store for; that she would find out first hand just how empowering the sisterhood could be.

You see – you don’t realise what an impact people will have on your life until it’s happened.
At least I didn’t anyway.

I didn’t realise that I’d inherit my mum’s sensitivities but also the assertiveness of the friend who always had mum’s back. I didn’t realise that Lauren speaking up against my bullies would encourage me to speak up for others. I didn’t realise that meeting Anna, my first expat-friend, and her not being an axe-murderer would give me the confidence to meet more internet strangers. I didn’t realise that Nikki’s confidence in me would breed more confidence of my own. I didn’t realise that familal love existed outside of blood, until Sam’s mum, cousins and aunties took me in as one of their own

To be honest – I didn’t realise that by being surrounded by women who were unapologetically themselves throughout strength, success, failure and vulnerabilities, would help enable me to develop a confidence in myself.

So to the incredible multifaceted females – keep doing you.
Because by being your true self, you’re helping so many others to be theirs.