well hello there!
thank you for taking the time to even give my little chatting of bubbles and random shit my brain thinks off on a daily basis blog a read.
I’ll start at the start i guess, i’m a mum of two beautiful crotch goblins who i love to pieces but consider lashing on etsy on a daily basis not on ebay tho there homemade get more for them on etsy, my youngest is still at the age that she thinks i’m the absolute dogs bollocks and the sun shines out of my arse and tells me every day she loves me which is awesome but when you’re trying to sort out tea and you hear MUM for the millionth time since shes got home from school just to tell you she loves you kinda gets on your tits! my eldest is at that wonderful pre hormonal stage so i’ve basically got a mini kevin and perry character living with me who tells me daily how much he hates me i’ve ruined his life (you ruined my body lad so were even!) and how he wishes he could go live with his nan! so proper feel the love of him like only time i get told he loves me is when hes after something and god forbid i try and give him a hug or kiss in the playground at school if looks could kill i’d be well and truly fucked.
As you can tell from the name of my blog i’m a chunky but funky bird :’) i was skinny before kids and finding carbs not my fault they taste so nice you know what i mean! i try and follow a vegan diet don’t worry i’m not one of them preachy ones who will argue with you over you eating steak i don’t always stick to it because i fucking love cheese and i’m yet to find a decent vegan one that don’t taste like ass.
I suffer from anxiety it gets right on my tits to be honest because i love seeing family and friends but this little bit of my brain tells me we can’t go out cause bad things will happen or we can’t even leave the house, its a right dick sometimes and i’m guilty of letting it win alot i didn’t even leave my house for over six months other than to literally run my kids to school four rds away and back and everytime i got home i’d have a massive panic attack and break down. Your brain is supposed to look after you but sometimes your own brain is the most dangerous thing for you! i’ll get round to doing a whole blog on mental health because me and mental health have a lot of history its like a ex who you know is bad for you but you can’t say no.
To be honest this blog is just gonna be things i love or hate, how i’m feeling about shit thats going on in the world and everyday life so if you like it thank you for reading if you don’t tough shit! and if your one of them weird ones who gets a thing for someone or becomes obsessed with someone i love gin, handbags and i’m a size 7 in vans ok
Fat Bird Thinking 