Confessions of a Naturally Un-Skinny Girl

A few body loving tips from the huge amazonian herself (me).

Tip #1: Don’t make yourself miserable.

Life is too short to try to live on a SUPER strict diet/workout regime. You may never be little (you may never be curvier), but who really cares? As long as you are healthy as far as diet and exercise goes…why bother with killing yourself to be a size and shape you weren’t designed to be?

For example: I made a rule that I was never allowed to be on a super strict diet or workout for more than an hour a day when I traveled. Why? Because I refused to miss the sights, sounds, tastes, and pleasures of whatever country I was in for the sake of avoiding a few pounds/losing more weight.

You have been given one life…don’t waste it for the sake of torturing yourself for not having your “dream body.”

Tip #2: Embrace your body to find your happy place.

Stop fighting it! Stop fighting your curves!

Embrace the body you have been given, and use it to find your happiness. Find the body that you can maintain. Find the body that makes you eat well, exercise, and live a healthy lifestyle, while letting you enjoy life.

Example: Here are a few photos of my various weight fluctuations and what was required to achieve them.

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Size 6/8 Lucy: Bobble-head-ish, constantly hungry, and semi-addicted to the gym. In all seriousness, I was on a 1200 calorie diet, I worked out two hours a day, and I was so annoyed 90% of time, I was insufferable.

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Worth it to avoid looking like this? I think not.

Size 10 Lucy: Well proportioned, balanced diet, works out 4 times a week (on average). I eat well 80% of the time, and the other 20% I’m indulging with a bit of wine and maybe even some ice cream, I work out 3-6 times a week (depending on my schedule and such), and I live a lifestyle, not a diet.

I still work abnormally hard to be a size ten, but I can be happy with it. So find your happy.

Tip #3: Find your body role model.

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As you can tell, mine was Marilyn Monroe. Naturally, your role model may be different. Just find someone that looks similar enough to you to boost your confidence, give you ideas about how to work out, eat, dress, carry yourself, and offer you the inspiration you may need to maintain your happy place.

Tip #4: Learn to dress in a way that flatters you.

Forget the fad fashion that really only looks good on the models that wear them, and find a look that really flatters you. I like to put an emphasis on my small waist and big hips, while toning down my tummy and small boob area. I do this with a great fitted pencil skirt, a nice flowy blouse, and sometimes a dress fitted in all the right spots. I can’t wear pants because they are highly unflattering…but that’s okay, because I’ve found my look and I love it!

Tip #5: Love your body! Embrace your curves (or lack thereof)!

It’s that simple. Learn to dress yourself, stay healthy, find someone that helps boost your confidence, don’t best yourself up, and just embrace your body. This is the body you’ve been given to live the one life that you have and it is just WAY to short to spend your time and energy hating your body. Love yourself! I can’t make it much clearer than that!

And there you have it, the confessions of a naturally un-skinny girl! I hope this has helped you curvy or not so curvy girls the way this has all helped me.
Thanks for reading!
Much love,
Lucy Loves Life xx


Hold your Tongue

I can honestly say that I have been guilty of acting this way, and to have it put in my face the way she has, is brutally eye-opening. Such a brilliant read!

The Fickle Heartbeat

Hold your tongue

When I was younger (immature to be more correct), I thought I had an advantage as a girl. As the girl, I was the one who could get mad, throw stupid tantrums, and yell out, “I don’t ever want to see your face again!” And he would have to apologize, beg and plead to have me back. Yeah, my first boyfriend spoiled me rotten, which resulted in many years of failed relationships oblivious to what I was doing wrong. Honestly, (cross my heart) I really didn’t know that guys could get their hearts broken too. I really thought they were immune to those “girly” (sad, mad, furious and annoying) feelings, so I barged into their lives, caused a ruckus, stirred up all kinds of trouble, and casually left when I felt like I needed my “space”.

It wasn’t until later when someone I really liked told me after a few…

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Eight Things I Wish I Knew When I Was Fifteen (VLOG EDITION!!!!)

1. Friends come and go

Don’t let it tear you up inside. There is nothing wrong with you, this is a natural step. Anybody that is meant to be in your life, will be. I know that sounds super clique, but it is so true.

2. Boys your age have no sense (but eventually they will)

Boys mature much slower than girls, so there isn’t really anything wrong with them, they just aren’t all there. Not to fear though, they will eventually grow up and become awesome. They don’t really grow up until about 25 (so they say), but some of them do start to grow some sense at around 18/19ish. It will eventually happen! Just don’t freak out!

3. If you’re unhappy alone, no boy can fix that

I mean, this is pretty self-explanatory…but if you need me to elaborate, please read this.

4. “Focus on yourself isn’t just another cliche

This isn’t all about school and careers…. Find out who you are. Find your strengths, weaknesses, insecurities, etc… Once you find out what those things are, work with them, master them, and make them work for you instead of letting them rule you.

5. You have A LOT to learn

You may feel you know everything…buuut you don’t, and that is a good thing. You are young and inexperienced, but that experience will come and you will understand this point completely.

At 19, I am fully aware that I don’t know everything, and it’s liberating…you should try it some time. You don’t have it all figured out, but that’s okay. Acknowledge it,  go on with life knowing that you will learn a lot, and enjoy the ride.

6. You will have to deal with heartbreak at some point.

Heartbreak is not a bad word. It hurts, and you may cry yourself to sleep quite a bit…but you will grow so much.

It does suck, I can’t deny that…but don’t be scared of it. Just love without worrying about the heartbreak and remember that nothing good or bad last forever.

7. Everything will work out right

Put down the list, stop freaking out, everything will be okay! Failure happens, and things will not always go the way you plan. I wrote about this topic as the A Type girl that just loves to know. I encourage you to just slow down, smell the roses, and enjoy this time in your life.

8. ENJOY this time!

Like I said in the last tip…ENJOY BEING YOUNG. Don’t be in such a hurry to grow up, go to college, move out, get married, blah blah blah. Those things will happen, and not enjoying yourself until it’s all going the way you want it to…wrong! This will just make you a miserable person. Live in the moment,  you only have one life to live, so love it all!

SECRET TIP: “Perfection” won’t bring you love.

As a matter of fact, this is the very status where I realised this:

“I wish someone would’ve told me when I was younger that perfection doesn’t bring you love. You can have the perfect body, a beautiful face, a brilliant mind, talent coming out of your eyeballs, a great personality, and a heart of gold that will love that boy like no one in this world can or will… But if he’s not the one, there is nothing you can say or do that will convince him of your worth. It‘d be a much better use of your time and energy to continue being the amazing woman that you are and let the man you’re meant to be with come to you than to feed pearls to the swine. He’ll realize that he should’ve given you the world one day, but by then you’ll already have it from someone who deserves everything you are.”

I think this says it all. Don’t become the “perfect” girl, become who you want to be, it will get you MUCH farther.


Thanks reading/watching! Make sure to give me some feedback on what you think of this type of post!

My Favourite Blog/Vlogster (And Other Tidbits)

Soooo it is technically a post day, and I assure you that I have been busting my hump all day to get this post up…However, I am dipping my toes in a whole new platform and as it turns out,  it is a much more complicated process than I gave it credit for. What is it you might ask?

Well…I can’t tell you…but to give you a hint, I encourage you to check out the lovely lady that has inspired me to branch out and work all day on this new, and exciting post… Miss Essie Button!

She is absolutely hilarious, so down-to-earth, and very much so my role model at the moment (mainly because she’s a Canadian who moved to the UK…a.k.a my dream).

An Attitude of Gratitude

Well guys, life has been good. So good, that I may have slightly run out of sappy, soap box type, inspirational post.  Like I mentioned in my last post, some of my best writing comes in times of sadness and growth. Because I am currently over-the-moon happy…I have no real pull to write one of my Lucy-esque type blog post, but instead, I will share with you why it is that I am so happy.

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Reason I am happy number 1: I am home with my family.

As you all know, I was away from home for about a month, and in that time I truly got to appreciate just how wonderful my family is. We step on each others toes, it’s ALWAYS loud, and sometimes the very thing I love about them all, kind of makes me homicidal…But we are a family. When we gather around the table on Friday night and mention each other in prayer, before sitting down for a family meal, I am reminded of just how fortunate I am. When I wake up to a delicious (and low carb because she is that considerate) breakfast made by my mother, I am reminded of how fortunate I am. Even the sound of my siblings shouting at each other as they argue over the television makes me feel just a bit more grateful.

They drive me up the freakin’ wall 90% of the time.. but after being away for a month, all I can think about is the fact that this won’t last forever. One day I’ll be far from home wishing we could all meet around the table, craving some of my mom’s random egg concoction that she makes me every morning, and when I sit in my very first apartment that is so quiet you could hear a pin drop, I’ll miss the chaos that was “tv time.”

I am a very fortunate girl. On top of all the other blessings I have been given, I also have five people who are always ready to smother me in love with a splash of insanity.


Reason I am happy number 2: My love life looks less like a horror flick.

As a matter of fact, it’s kind of starting to look more like one of those movies Nicholas Sparks wrote while he was PMSing/MANS-truating (sorry Nick).

But in all seriousness, we are great, and life is bright. Our little break in the action helped us grow as people, and in a weird way, together. We have had some serious heart-to-heart conversations over the last couple of days, and even the heated ones (I am very passionate when I argue) have just given me more reason to believe that he is the one…my one.

We are both terribly aware of how quickly things can change and just go completely wrong… but I’d like to think about what happens if it doesn’t. We have stayed madly in love against the odds associated with an ocean between us, young love in general, and a break up. If we can get through that, I’m willing to take my chances with the rest.

I was fortunate enough to learn the lessons I did from being apart, without actually losing my first love. That may change, but for now…I’ve got butterflies…and right or wrong, I am grateful for it.


Reason I am happy number 3: I’m meeting my goals

At the beginning of the last school year, I was really down on myself. After four years of homeschooling, I was terrified to begin my first year of college. I was convinced that I was no longer the hardworking smart girl, but instead the average, just enough effort to not fail girl…and the average girl I had become wasn’t going to be able to study abroad or be accepted into big fancy schools in other parts of the world.

Well, somewhere a long the line, I proved myself wrong. I am now through my first year of college, with a 4.0 GPA, and a recent induction into the honors society. That has opened doors that I would have never imagine possible. With a little help from the big man, a little faith in myself, and A LOT of hard work…I became the smart girl version of myself that I thought was lost forever.

I went from being a beaten puppy who was terrified to dream big, to an honors student who took those big scary dreams, and turned them into big, attainable goals. With as much work and growing as it required from myself, I am grateful, because I couldn’t have actually done this all on my own.

I am so very fortunate it makes running out of awesome things to write about worth it (almost). But I will be back at it this weekend, as my happiness has inspired just a few, I’m so thankful, type writings.

Thank you all for reading, as you are all something I am grateful for as well.

Much love,

Lucy still loving life xx

Four Reasons Everybody Should Write


Writing is an amazing hobby to pick up which is why I think loads of people have attempted to keep a daily journal. You decide to write, keep at it for three days, and then life gets in the way. I know that cycle, because I used to be one of those people. That, or I only wrote about how I was feeling when I had a horrible day. Neither of those being a good option.

Well, at some point last summer, I decided to write every night. I didn’t care how average the day was, I wrote something down. I got into the habit of it, and looking back, I think it is something everyone should consider. That are plenty of reasons why I believe that writing is for everyone, but let’s begin with the most important.

Reason 1: Dealing with Feelings

Writing every night can be dull after an average day, but trust me, on the days that are everything but boring, writing is a great way to sort out all of the day’s emotions. When they are bad, your journal/computer will not judge you for bawling your eyes out and writing whatever comes to mind. When they are good, it is amazing to recap what happened and bask in the awesomeness. Average days can be a time when you recall something that maybe you never made the time to think about before.  There were days when I just wrote about not wanting to write because I didn’t want to feel the pain I was in, and that’s okay. Writing every day makes you think about the big picture and even those little tiny details you may have otherwise forgotten.

Reason 2: Improving Your Writing Skills

When I began writing, I did it on my phone, and it was really just a few scribbles before I would carry on with my day. However, when I began writing every night my entries became longer, more, detailed, and as I continued, the quality improved. My nightly pieces are now detailed, grammatically correct, and pretty entertaining (because my sarcasm follows me everywhere).

I owe my nightly ranting/crying/laughing sessions a huge thank you. I really believe doing this made me a stronger writer, as I witnessed during my first semester of college. I was comfortable, writer’s block was non-existent, and writing was no longer a hassle but a joy. My joy translated into some pretty bangin’ grades that I didn’t even feel I worked that hard for (minus that annotated bibliography, DUMB!) because it just came naturally after a year of making myself write anything and everything I could think of.

Reason 3: Witnessing Self Growth

If you follow my blog, you know I have been learning and growing as a person at a much quicker rate than before. I would like to credit that to my amazing ability to self analyze and spartan kick all my problems in the face…but I can’t. I honestly owe that to my writing. You might ask: How can writing help you to grow as a person? Well, I don’t know if the actual motion of picking up a pen can do anything for your mind…but I know that writing your experiences as you see them makes you deal with a part of yourself you may have otherwise neglected (see reason 1), and when you write those things down, going back and seeing how far you have come not only causes self growth, but it also allows you to witness said growth.

An example of this is when I wrote “Are You A Psychotic Girlfriend?” When I was in the relationship I go on about most of the time (sorry), I wrote A LOT. I wrote when he had upset me, I wrote about the mistakes I had made, I wrote about the things he did that made me happy, and I even wrote about what I had done to upset myself. When I wrote these things, I had no idea that I was writing about how bat s*** crazy I was as a girlfriend. However, when I realized (as a random epiphany one day) that I was insecure and unhappy, I went through my writings, pinpointed what I did or how I felt, and made the decision to change the things I didn’t like about the psychotic girlfriend behind the pen/keyboard. Now that I’ve slowly began to work on those things, reading what the old version of me perceived as reality makes me cringe for a second, before the feeling grattitude overcomes me. I’m grateful not just because I’ve grown, but because I have evidence of who I was and how far I have come through my writing.

Reason 4: Memories

I have saved the best reason for last. Preserving memories is the best reason there is to write. When you write every night about the major and not so major moments of your life, those moments, your thoughts, and your emotions…they stay there forever. One of the reasons I chose to write in a good ol’ fashioned paper back journal is because I can protect them with my life. If my hard-drive explodes (like it has three times), or my WordPress is wiped clean (which has also happened), I have those little books that will never leave my bedside table. I have several books filled with my successes, failures, heartbreak, over the moon in love-ness, bittersweet moments, happy moments, miserable moments, you name it, I’ve written about it.

Those books have become special to me, because unlike pictures, they hold the memories of times in my life as I recall them, word by word. They preserve my most raw moments like the ones of the night Simon and I broke up, the entire month we spent together post break up (that is soap opera), the day I found out I was on the President’s honors list, the first time I hung out with my best friend, and even the first time I farted in front of my boyfriend (it was a big moment)…it’s all there, and I have entire life ahead of me to add even more.

I know it seems silly, but one of my goals is to keep writing so that some day, when I have children, I can read to them how I felt when I graduated college, got my dream job, walked around Buckingham Palace, married their daddy, found out I was having them, gave birth to them (the sweet version of the whole child birthing bit), and everything in between. I have written life long memories that will follow me in those little books for as long as I choose to carry on writing.

Getting off my soap box now:

I hope I have influenced at least one of you to write about your life. It doesn’t have to be every night (though I prefer it), you can start small and work your way up, just do it. I think it is good for one’s sanity, growth, and memories, and if that weren’t enough, it is kind of fun too. Now that I’ve made it a habit, I couldn’t imagine going a night without writing at least a little bit. I will forever be grateful to writing for being such an amazing outlet, and to myself for forcing a sometimes reluctant me to do write it all down, even when it hurt.


Give Me Your Advice!

Hey Guys! So as you might know, life has been SUPER crazy since I got home! Because of that, I have so many things to write about, and no idea where to start! I am hoping you all can get me over my writer’s block.

I have gotten person request for a tutorial on how I tame the beast other wise known as my hair, how I keep life so balanced with school, and even why I think everybody should write. So many awesome request, but I can never get to many personal opinions from you, my readers! So PLEASE let me know what you want to read. What do you want to see me add to this site? What would you like more of? Let me know! My favorite part about blog land is getting feedback from you all!

Thanks for voting! I look forward to chipping/writing away at all your awesome ideas.

Much love xx


The ‘How is Lucy Feeling?’ Game


I think this should become a game. I’ll post a music video, and you all can guess my emotion for the day, ha! This song brings amazing, and bittersweet memories.

Today, I am writing my personal statement for my induction into the honors society. I feel amazing and so proud of myself! This all comes with a little tinge of bittersweet-ness because of some of the personal issues I have going on (refer to video for ultra secretive insight)…but I freaking did it guys, and today is the perfect combination of awesome and bittersweet, much like this song.

Tomorrow is legit blog day! Be there! xx


Even Superman Has His Kryptonite


Hey guys! I am so sorry for failing to post yesterday, but it was my first day home, my friends threw me a party, and I will never be the girl too busy with writing about my friends to actually spend time with them.
With that said, another reason I didn’t post anything, is because I had nothing inspiring and uplifting to say. As a matter of fact, if one of you wants to inspire or uplift me, that would be great because yesterday was a train wreck. July 17th holds so many good memories that it almost hurt to live that day in such a mediocre fashion this year. It just started off bad with a call from the boy who first made July 17th one of the best days of my life. In that call, there was a brutal reminder that my heart is on a sinking ship, with a microscopic chance of staying afloat. That ship being him and I.

He didn’t say it in a mean way and I knew he was right, but it hurt… It really hurt. It hurt me to the point that I decided I was going to disconnect myself and dip my toes back into the life I had before he came back. Long story short, that ended up hurting too. I hung out with my friends, had a couple of drink, and was reminded in the most awful way ever that I am not that kind of girl. I’m not the girl that has the magical super powers that make men want to be “nice” to me, I’m not the girl who “enjoys” mediocre conversation, and I’m really not the girl who likes to feel rejected. Last night, I went to sleep acknowledging that I had a good time, but wishing more than anything that my boy was sitting next to me.

Partying has never been my scene, and I don’t apologize for that. As a matter of fact, last night was kind of a reminder as to why I don’t like to party. I have three drunk girl modes: sleepy, skanky, angry. Literally, in that order…I get tired, really flirty, and frustrated when I realize nothing is going to happen because that would be BAD. So needless to say, I went to sleep pretty angry, with the earlier words of my boy floating around my wine soaked brain, and wishing desperately that I could wake up to some random English style breakfast, with oddly made eggs, (I mean, who cooks eggs in a saucepan?!) and his million dollar smile telling me I look like a train wreck (because I do, and I can’t trust a boy that lies lol).

I talk a good game about self confidence, because I am one of the most confident woman there is… 90% of the time…but even Superman has his kryptonite. Rejection and heartache are mine, and feeling them both had me pretty down last night. I felt unlovable and so alone, while missing the boy who said those painfully honest words that morning. 


This was all a very sad cry of the state of my life compared to July 17th the last two years. In 2012 it was was the first day of my very first summer with him, and last year it was the day I was accepted by the guy every girl would give her right boob to be accepted by…this year… I was drunk, rejected by the one I love most (indirectly), and rejected by my attempt to forget it all.

I think you guys get the point, so I’m not going to carry on with this sob story because I promised I wouldn’t do this…but this is my blog, my writings, my feelings, my emotions, and like I said…they are all great 90% of the year, but today… I am the hungover girl that nobody loves, with the mega afro and smudged makeup. I’ll be back to spewing rainbows out of my face on Monday, because I do actually have some pretty great things happening in my mind/life at the moment, and I am quite excited to share them all.

But today, just for today, I am rejected, heartbroken, and slightly pathetic.