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Dear Reader, I'm having what my age group have deemed a 'quarter life crisis', at the ripe ol' age of 25 I have started to panic, I don't think I panicked at 24 and I definitely don't think I was panicking at 23 but at 25, it's panicking time. Here comes the anxiety fuelled panic in 3...2...1... - I'm panicking that I'm not where I should be in life - I'm panicking that I am nowhere near as successful as neither my boyfriend nor my father (at my age) - That I don't know what I want to do with the rest of my life - That I'm just going to float around between jobs that I don't truly enjoy for the rest of my life - That I'll never figure out a job that I actually love - That I will never be truly at peace with my body shape/the way I look - That I will never be as successful as my boyfriend and my father - That I will never earn enough money to be able to live comfortably and much more... I'm feeling brave today Dear...

D ear Reader, Maybe I’m not creative enough, or maybe I just don’t have that artistic flair but I genuinely have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to clothes (or shoes for that matter).  I used to get most of my fashion tips from Noel Fielding and Keith Richards …and considering neither of those are women I would say that we’re already off to a pretty bad start. I’m a girl, so naturally, I am a keen believer in shopping as a hobby but I tell you what, there is some form of anxiety that washes over me in certain shops. A massive feeling of not-belonging-ness, especially in ones like Topshop. I think this has a lot to do with that fact that I’m not, or don’t believe I am, fashionable. It’s as though I feel everyone else in the shop can smell it on me as soon as I walk in, like a fresh kill to a hyena. Somehow they can sense I don’t belong with them, the fashionistas, the one’s who know what’s going on in the world of clothing. Who else remembers when skinny jeans firs...