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✨ I got married… and it was pure magic ✨

From the moment I stepped into that breathtaking little chapel, I felt like a princess in a fairytale. I walked down the aisle—yes, without my wheelchair!—surrounded by love, candlelight, and the most incredible people.

I danced (a lot!), I played games, I laughed until my cheeks hurt, and I ate the most delicious food. Every moment was joyful, every detail perfect, and every person there made the day even more unforgettable.

Thank you to everyone who made our wedding day the happiest, most beautiful, most empowering day of my life 🕊️💍💐

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📆 Anniversary Reflections

Another year with him. Another year of love that doesn't look like a movie, but feels more honest than anything Hollywood ever sold me.

We’ve seen soft days and sharp ones. Days where we couldn’t stop laughing, and nights where everything felt heavy — and still, he stayed. Still, we stayed. That matters more to me than I can explain.

He’s not on here. He’ll never read this. But I need the world — or at least this little corner of it — to know that someone out there loves me so gently, so solidly, that I forget what it felt like to brace for the ground.

We’re not perfect. We don’t always agree. But we always return to each other. With patience. With care. With the stubborn, quiet kind of love that grows in the real world, not the fairy tales.

Another year. And I still look at him and think, you are home.

💫 Here’s to everything we’ve been. And everything we’re becoming. Together.

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🖤✨ Cuddle break with Eclipse ✨🖤

This little floof right here is Eclipse, the tiniest and youngest of my 5 cats. She’s pure softness, pure attitude, and pure love. I mean—just look at that face. How am I supposed to get anything done with this snuggle monster draped across me like this? 😭

Honestly, I don’t know who rescued who at this point. My heart is just so full when I’m with them. Cats are magical creatures—sweet, fluffy, and full of personality. I love each of my floofs deeply, but there's something about Eclipse's little gremlin energy that just melts me.

Forever a proud cat parent. 🐾💕

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✨ Wedding Week ✨

In just a few days, I’ll be marrying my best friend—and I honestly can’t believe we’re here. Not only is it our wedding, it’s also our 10-year anniversary. A whole decade of growing together, learning from each other, and holding on through the storms and sunshine. There's a lot of history to reflect on, and wow… it’s emotional in all the best ways.

I’m not nervous (which surprises me, actually!), but I am anxious—not about the marriage, but about things going wrong. You know, the tiny details that only you notice but obsess over anyway. 😂 That said, everything seems pretty under control (touch wood!), and I’m just trying to stay grounded in the joy of it all.

Right now, I feel genuinely happy. Content. Like I’m doing pretty well at life, and that’s a really nice place to be. This moment—this week—is one I know I’ll look back on with so much love. 💍💫

Bring on the vows, the dancing, and the next chapter. Let’s do this. ❤️

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Trying this dress on felt like a full-circle moment. 💫

For years, I only wore black and white — not because I loved it, but because my ex insisted I “only looked good” in those colours. He was critical, controlling, and made me feel small for expressing myself through fashion or trying anything different. So to keep the peace, I stopped trying.

When I left him, I slowly and shyly started adding colour back into my life — and my wardrobe. 🌈 Since then, I haven’t worn black and white. Not once.

But today I saw this dress and thought... it’s cute. And the difference now? I chose it. I put it on and looked in the mirror and felt good — not because someone approved, but because I do.

This isn’t just a dress — it’s proof that I get to decide how I show up in the world now. 💪✨

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Sten

Had my Sten at the weekend (yep — stag & hen all rolled into one!) and it was honestly such a great day. I got dressed up, felt really lovely for once, and just enjoyed myself.

We hit Camden — ate way too much cheese 🧀, shopped like pros 🛍️, and absolutely crushed some arcade games 🎮 

It was fun, it was freeing, it was me. I laughed until my face hurt.

Sometimes, the best kind of celebration is just letting go and soaking up every second. I did that. And I loved every moment.

And I’m still not over how much I loved my outfit and little red bag either 💐👜

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🌼💻 CEO Energy, But Make It Disabled & Cute 💻🌼

Today’s one of those days. The kind where the nerves sit in your chest like a second heartbeat. The kind where you second-guess everything—your plans, your body, your strength. But also? The kind where you show up anyway.

I’m building something from scratch. I’ve started an IT company—my own business—and honestly? It’s terrifying. I don’t have all the answers. I’m figuring it out as I go. Most days, I feel like I’m swimming in admin, imposter syndrome, and a sea of ‘what ifs.’

What if the pain gets too much? What if people underestimate me because of my disability? What if I’m not enough?

But here’s the thing: I showed up anyway. In my flower cardigan and leggings, nerves tucked in my pocket, I’m heading to a meeting. And I’m bringing all of me with it—my softness, my strength, my doubt, my determination.

Disabled people deserve to build empires. We deserve to lead, to innovate, to take up space in professional rooms—and we deserve to do it in comfort and style.

If you’re out there chasing a dream while carrying pain (physical or emotional), I see you. I believe in you. Keep showing up for your future self, one messy, magical step at a time.

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🌧️💙 Softness on a Pain Day 💙🌧️

Today hurts.

Not in a metaphorical way—but in the real, raw, physical way that people who live with chronic pain know too well. My body is heavy, my limbs ache, and everything feels just a little harder than it should. But even in the fog of pain, I’m claiming something gentle for myself.

I’m in my Eeyore nightie, cuddling my matching teddy, letting myself just be. No pretending. No forced smiles. Just me—in all my softness, vulnerability, and strength.

Because here's the thing: pain doesn’t erase beauty. Fatigue doesn’t cancel out worth. Struggling doesn’t mean I’m any less deserving of love, comfort, or peace. In fact, I think it makes the moments where I can smile—where I can feel cute, or cozy, or loved—even more powerful.

This is what self-love looks like on the tough days. It’s not always affirmations in the mirror or glam photo shoots. Sometimes it’s oversized t-shirts, stuffed animals, and letting your body rest when it needs to. It’s choosing compassion when your inner voice wants to criticize. It’s letting softness win.

To anyone else having a rough one: You’re not alone. You are allowed to be both struggling and stunning. Broken andbrave. Exhausted and enough.

And if all you did today was survive? I’m proud of you. That’s more than enough. 💙

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🌿☀️ Self Love in Bloom ☀️🌿

📍 Scotney Castle

Today, I sat in the sun, surrounded by rolling green hills and the quiet magic of nature. I had lunch beneath a canopy of trees, letting the warmth of the day kiss my skin and the breeze play with my hair. And in this moment—this simple, golden moment—I felt whole.

I’m learning that self-love isn’t loud. It’s not always dramatic declarations or picture-perfect mornings. Sometimes, it’s soft and still. It’s taking yourself to beautiful places. It’s dressing in what makes you feel radiant. It’s breathing deeply and giving yourself permission to simply be.

This picture is more than a snapshot—it's a reminder. A reminder that joy can live alongside struggle. That beauty exists even when things are hard. That I am worthy of moments like this. That my presence, my body, my story, all belong in spaces filled with sunlight and serenity.

I’ve been through pain, through heaviness, through days where everything felt like too much. And yet, I’m here. In my cardigan and floral skirt, with my rose-shaped bag and a heart that refuses to give up. I chose this day. I chose myself.

If you're reading this and you’re struggling—please know: softness is strength. Rest is powerful. You do not need to earn your place in the world. You already belong. Just as you are.

So here’s to us—those reclaiming our stories, those learning to love our reflections, those finding joy in our own way. Let’s take up space. Let’s bloom where we are.

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Rainbow

🌿✨ Some days are just a little bit icky. I woke up today feeling kind of meh about myself — low energy, low mood, the usual soup of “ugh.” But then my husband snapped this picture, and… it softened something in me. 💛

There’s Rainbow (my sweet girl) looking up at me like I’m her whole world, and I’m wrapped in florals and daisies like a walking meadow. It reminded me that even on the off days, there’s still softness, still love, still me.

It’s not always about feeling amazing — sometimes it’s about catching a glimpse of yourself through someone else’s eyes and going, “Oh… maybe I’m actually kind of lovely today.”

Also: socks and sandals forever. Autistic comfort is peak fashion. 🌼🐾🩵

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Autistic Joy In Full Bloom

Some days, joy looks like fireworks. Other days, it looks like this—a soft moment, midweek, wrapped in a dress that feels like it was made just for me. No loud parties, no chaos—just a floral swirl of comfort and colour, a quiet little celebration of feeling cute in my own skin.

This dress? Soft, swishy, me. The kind of fabric that doesn’t itch or tug. The pattern makes me feel like I stepped out of a garden—calm, grounded, alive. There’s a fluffy petticoat underneath that makes the skirt float a little when I move, and it just… makes me happy. It’s sensory joy, body joy, and just a tiny bit of “look how cute I am” joy.

We went for a midweek Toby Carvery (because roast potatoes are a love language) and came home to cosy up with Inside Out—which always hits differently when you're feeling your feelings properly. Add in a hot coffee, pyjamas after the dress, and a quiet evening with no pressure to be anything other than myself.

There’s something so healing in letting yourself exist like this. In finding comfort and cuteness in the same moment. In not waiting for an “occasion” to feel lovely.

I don’t need to mask, or perform, or be “on.” I just need my dress, my dinner, and a story that makes me cry a little and smile a lot. That’s autistic joy. That’s mine. 🌸

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A little sparkle, a little jazz, and a lot of joy.

I went to see Chicago last night — wore a sparkly teal dress that made me feel a little braver, a little more myself. I even took the classic cringe bathroom selfies (because honestly, why not?).

There’s something special about letting yourself enjoy the moment. I sat in that theatre in my wheelchair, surrounded by family, music, and lights, feeling happy in a way that sneaks up on you. We sang, we laughed, we danced in our own quiet ways. It wasn’t loud confidence, but it was mine — and that felt like enough.

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Hi Tumblr, I’m new here.

I’ve been circling this space for a while, quietly observing from the sidelines, unsure how or where I’d fit in. But today felt like the right day to begin. This is me — in a dress that makes me feel a little softer, a little stronger, a little more myself. I’m starting this blog not with a grand plan, but with a quiet hope: that maybe this space can become a place where I learn to love myself out loud.

I live in a body that doesn’t always feel like a home. I’m severely disabled. I can’t walk, and I rely on a wheelchair full time. On good days, I can stand — just briefly — like a tree remembering it once touched the sky. There’s pain, real and relentless, and a kind of exhaustion that doesn’t always come with rest. Some days I grieve the things my body can’t do. Some days I’m angry with it. And some days, like today, I try to meet it with kindness — to say, you are still mine, and you are still enough.

This space is going to be a record of something I’ve never quite known how to name: a journey toward acceptance. Toward seeing beauty in the small, quiet moments. Toward laughter, even on the hard days. Toward choosing joy, not because everything is okay, but because sometimes joy is the only rebellion I have left.

If you’ve found this post — hello. I hope you’ll stay. I hope we can grow something here — not perfection, but something honest and maybe even a little bit beautiful.