Chelsea Farry; MY LIFE, MY STORY, MY EXPERIENCE: Why I am blogging

Yesterday I heard of the amazing story of Chelsea Farry; a twenty-three year old law student from Brisbane who has recently been diagnosed with cervical cancer.


I was inspired by her story and bravery in sharing her story with others. 


I have written before about cervical cancer and the importance of regular pap smears and I am so passionate about eradicating this horrible disease. 


Chelsea writes of her experience in her blog and I encourage every body to read it, if not for yourself than for the beautiful women in your lives so that you can prevent another story just like Chelseas.


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MY LIFE, MY STORY, MY EXPERIENCE: Why I am blogging: This year was supposed to be one of the happiest years of my life! Graduation was just around the corner and I was looking forward to start...

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When the Wintergarden re-opened last week, besides Guzman y Gomez giving away free burritos, I couldn’t have cared less.

 Two days later however, a friend of mine practically screamed at me that I need to go to check it out. She mentioned one shop in particular and after her adamant obsession I felt I needed to check it out. The story goes something like this…

You know when you go on a first date and you really like the guy and try to play cool but the minute you walk into your house you start screaming and jumping up and down because you think FINALLY something new, fantastic, fun, happy and positive is happening in your life? Well, that was kind of like my first date with Sheike.

I was on lunch so had to make my visit tight, I whisked into the crowded Wintergarden and immediately had concierge direct me to my destination; I entered very coyly and casually browsed the racks. Fluro yellow, neon pink, electric blue and orange made the foundations of this wonderfully affordable store. Think CUE before it became boring and completely unaffordable. The styles are unique, cutting edge and completely fit the 20-35 year old female professional market. I wanted everything. But remembering I was still on my first date, I played by the rules, kept my cards close to my chest and left alone.

The next day, still thinking of my whirlwind romance with Sheike, I decided I needed to go back. I forgot all of my first date rules; I didn’t wait the three days to call and I took them home on the second date!

While not completely splurging, I needed to have a taste of the magical colours that were inside Sheike. I decided on an electric blue thin waist belt. It is beautiful. I love it. It is killing me that it is sitting inside the bag under my desk and it isn’t on me.

As the Wintergarden is Sheikes first store in Queensland I feel that it is yet to be tainted. Not everyone will know where my purchases are from (I plan to buy every piece of my working wardrobe from there from now on) until, they open their new store at the bogan equivalent of the Wintergarden, Westfield Carindale. But they really have succeeded in targeting the right market; while their main focus is obviously for the fashionable office worker, they have teamed this with cocktail and evening dresses perfect for weddings, engagements and corporate functions and events.

Best of all, unlike getting all slutty on a second date, I don’t have to worry about any repercussions like whether or not they will call me – I am thinking it more of a friends with benefits situation – one where I can call them anytime and am guaranteed satisfactory results!

Sorry, but..........

Samantha “Don’t hate me cos’ I’m beautiful” Brick really gave me the irks last week. And I sort of laid off the topic because I didn’t want to stir up any other beautiful women that might stumble across this blog. But, I think I need to put in my own two cents. 


 Like a lot of things, however much we deny it, it comes back to high school. I was in the pretty group in high school – there, I said it. We went to parties on weekends, were late to school most days and despite our blatant rebellion against school rules we had the teachers wrapped around our little finger. One thing we weren’t though were bitches . Nor were we stuck up, snobby or vein. And guess what? We weren’t hated either. We chaired school councils, organised fundraising events, and post year twelve, have been asked back to give talks to younger students. 


 Post-Samantha Brick it seemed a lot of other hated beautiful women sparked up and shouted their support – they were hated because they were beautiful too.


 Really? Another girl hated you because you are BEAUTIFUL? I am sorry, but I have a new girl crush every day. Scrap that, every hour. Women love beautiful women. My dad always told me in high school that women check out women more than men do and I always thought he was bonkers, until one day, I too started checking out other women. I don’t hate them – I want to stop them in the street and tell them they are beautiful, or ask what their beauty regime is. I want to tell them they have great style or ask where they get their hair done. Never have I seen a beautiful woman on the street and thought to myself “Gosh, I hate her”. I think that outlines substantially how much I love aesthetically beautiful women. This love for the aesthetics can change in a heartbeat however, if I learn that their beauty is not reflected in their personalities. 


And now to the more sinister side of the story, and one, I think we have all been dying to say. 


 Samantha, darling, women don’t hate you because you are beautiful on the outside, they hate you because you are ugly on the inside. 


 It seems ridiculous to me that an established journalist would make such unrealistic claims, especially in an industry that whether acknowledged or not, is very much based on ones beauty than brains. I think 


Samantha, and every other woman, should remember what our mothers said to us when we were little:


 We are all beautiful. 


 And if that one doesn’t fit: 


 Beauty is what is on the inside.