Posts in Getting Personal

Charlotte Dawson

This past weekend Australia was in a state of shock after hearing that media personality Charlotte Dawson had taken her own life. Nearly every person with a social media account or a blog has written something about how they have reacted to the news, or how Charlotte was an incredible person or to throw blame at the trolls that bullied her for years ….. but that is not what my post, this post, is about. I’ve made no secret of my battle with depression, having talked about it numerous times on this very blog and constantly on social media. Admittedly, I haven’t spoken about it much over the past year and it’s for a good reason …. or so I thought.

Charlotte was a gorgeous, talented, funny woman as well as a warrior for human rights, compassion and equality. By all accounts, she should have been very happy with her success in life and for her memorable impact as a judge on Australia’s Next Top Model. She had fans, friends, family, loyal followers and she made a nice dollar or two. Why would someone with all that commit suicide? Well, that’s the thing, a lot of people who commit suicide have no reason that others would consider justifiable. Depression, mental illness, suicidal tendencies … they don’t discriminate. They’re an equal opportunist that can touch anyone and everyone. It’s this fact that most people are taking away from Charlotte’s death but in my case it’s something completely different. The news of Charlotte Dawson’s final act made me realise something massive in my life had changed. Something I never thought would happen.

I don’t want to kill myself…… anymore. Continue Reading

Magazines

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As a blogger I’m often asked what my opinion is of magazines. My answer is the same as it was 10 years ago … They are vital. I wouldn’t be where I am today without magazines, and there definitely wouldn’t be The Plastic Diaries. Unless you have read the About page you probably wouldn’t know that magazines is where my life started. Not just my working life. I’m sharing this story with you to give you further insight to who I am and why I created The Plastic Diaries.

It’s easy to assume that because I write online and I’m passionate about blogging that I would think magazines are outdated but that isn’t the case. Magazines shaped my future and if you are thinking of giving a gift to a woman this year I think my story will show you why you can’t beat a magazine subscription.  Continue Reading

Farryn Sandler 1

I am Farryn, currently working alongside Kimberly as the newest addition to The Plastic Diaries. Seeing as though I’m a newbie in the beauty world, I thought it best to tell you a little bit about myself.

Born and raised in South Africa, I decided to embark on an adventure to begin my studies in Israel. Whilst studying at an international university there in a strange environment, I immersed myself into the vibrant culture and mingled with many foreign and interesting people with whom I expanded my entire worldview. I completed my studies not only with a Bachelor of Arts in Communications, but also with an abundance of life lessons and worldly knowledge that usually only comes from taking a big leap out of our ever-so-appealing comfort zones. I most recently began my journey to Sydney as a way to rediscover myself in this new chapter in my life and establish a footprint as a working girl in a new city.  Continue Reading

Getting Personal Wellbeing Checklist

I love to-do lists. Actually, I only love crossing things off them and not so much actually writing things on them. All my to-do lists consist of business related reminders. If something personal does pop on the list it’s usually something along the lines of buying dog food or paying a bill. This has got me thinking that I should possibly have a personal to-do list as well. Something to remind me that I need to take care of myself.

Despite being relatively healthy, there is a lot of things I avoid when it comes to looking after myself. I will only go to the doctor when I am so sick I think I’m  dying. If I am stressed or sore I will book a spa treatment (which is a good thing) but I won’t look further into what may be causing the problem. And I am a natural-born procrastinator, so I haven’t had a dental or eye check-up in I don’t know how long. This is why I have decided I need a Wellbeing Checklist. And you do too!

Writing a checklist is important because the act of writing down what needs to be down has a strange way of implanting itself in your memory, more so than just trying to remember it without writing a note. Placing the checklist in a location you will constantly see it, such as on your fridge or next to your computer, will make you see the reminder and eventually you will do what you need to do just so you can cross it off. Today I am sharing my checklist with you so that you will hopefully feel inspired to create your own. I will also need some help from you on a few of my items, so I hope you will join in. Continue Reading

Mommy and Daughter

This post is sponsored by RealInsurance Pet Insurance

There is no hiding that I am a crazy dog lady. I won’t incriminate myself by saying exactly how many I have in my care but lets just say I have half a dozen or so. You all know I am that crazy animal lady (and have taken it to new heights by being vegan) but what you don’t know is the backstory. You don’t know that it was a pair of dogs that saved my life. And you probably don’t know that my greatest fear in the world is something bad happening to them. I joke a lot about my dogs but when it comes to talking about the real emotional stuff I run for the hills. It isn’t going to be easy but I am going to let you in on the whole story of my dogs and I.

My First Dogs

You would never guess it now but I was terrified of dogs, even after I got my very own. As a child my mother was scared of dogs and it was definitely passed on to me by seeing the way she would react. My fears were irrational because I had never experienced anything that would justify them. A dog had never hurt me, nor had I seen anyone else be hurt by one. However, despite my fear, I knew that I desperately wanted a dog. We had two cats as I was growing up. Oscar was a beautiful gentle old soul and Otti was a psychopath who would pounce on you out of nowhere, and both of them adored my father. I loved my cats but they were around long before me and I never felt like they cared for me very much. I wanted someone that would love me like our cats loved my father.  Continue Reading