Last Sunday I told you I would be attempting to reveal my personal stories to you for the entire week. I told you about my experience with plastic surgery when I had a Rhinoplasty, I revealed I got a shock when I was found to have skin cancer and I opened up about my battle with depression and anxiety. So that was three days worth and I think I did an ok job. Continue Reading
Posts in Rhinoplasty
To continue my week of revealing personal stories I am going to tell you about the time I found out I had skin cancer. Yesterday I told you about the Rhinoplasty I had in 2008, and it is that story that intertwines with today’s story. I have mentioned to you in passing that skin cancer is a subject close to me and that I had a personal experience with it, but unless you went back to my posts from 2008 you wouldn’t know much else about it.
Today I am going to give you the full story about how my decision to have plastic surgery lead to me finding out I had skin cancer. Continue Reading
To begin my week of personal stories I am going to start with the tale that saw me create The Plastic Diaries beauty blog. Many of you probably wouldn’t realise that’s where this blog started and that the name “The Plastic Diaries” was chosen because I created the blog as a way to keep a diary of my experience with plastic surgery. I also think I may have been watching The Princess Diaries at the time and it seemed a cute play on a classic chick flick ….. hence, The Plastic Diaries. Continue Reading
Some of you may have seen the odd snap of me with blonde hair appear on The Styleless Diaries or any one of my many social media pages, but I have never really talked to you about my hair colour history. As you can probably guess, brown is my natural colour but I do love being blonde and it is the one hair colour I have opted for more than anything else (second to that is purple!). In my time of need, I am turning to you, my lovely readers, for some much needed advice.
You all know me as a brunette rockstar, but read on!
My Blonde History
My first attempt at going blonde was sometime in my pre-teens. I can’t even remember how old I was because it was that long ago. My mother and I discovered