A little hope for a lot of happiness.

A little hope for a lot of happiness.

This weekend, I’ve had to do so much housework and I’m actually exhausted. I feel like I need a weekend away from my weekend! But, this morning, I woke up and struck by a little inspiration – decided to do some more unpacking I’d been putting off rather than relaxing in bed (trust me, this was a difficult choice!).

Jamie and I moved in together officially a few months ago. It was a big, trusting step for me and for reasons I’ve always put down to stress, I never completely finished unpacking. But life with him seems so perfect recently, I decided to stop putting it off and get it done. And it was so much fun!

Of course, three months is a long time to go without unpacking. And I’d actually completely forgotten what was inside the bags! I mean, three months is a long time to go without using these things, so they obviously weren’t essential. But, they were amazing and gave me that little sparkly feeling – similar to retail therapy! You know that feeling of getting new, sparkly things to play with – I had three bags worth.

The stunning scarf I found today – tags still on!

So, what did I find?

Amongst the normal rubbish-y things I got rid off, there were some amazing jewels within these bags. I actually found about 6 tops, a pair of jeans, a scarf and more that all still had tags on. And they are SO cute! I really wish I had a photo of these right now, but they do all need a good wash and iron to tidy them up. I will post a photo of my new clothes haul soon though – promises!

I also found a few cute accessories I’d forgotten I owned, my favourite coat I’d been looking everywhere for and some fun beauty essentials amongst kept memories with Jamie. But, my favourite thing I found? A diary. I’d started this diary on the 29th September of last year, the day before I met Jamie. And there was only one entry (and a quote I’d noted down from Izzy about how brilliant life is). And when I read this entry I felt so proud of myself, and so happy and I actually felt a little teary.

The diary that made me so, so proud to have stayed positive and not let cruel people influence me!

Now, normally I wouldn’t date think of posting an excerpt from my diary online – but the coincidence here and the timing was just too amazing not to share.

This is what it said:

“Dear Diary,

Is it strange to call you diary? It sounds so… teenage. Then again, is teenage really a bad thing? Less responsibility, more fun and more… magic <3!

So, why am I writing? Loneliness, I guess? I recently got out a bad relationship. It was horrible. You don’t realise just how badly you’ve been manipulated and mentally abused until it’s over.

But I won’t let that ruin my hope and my belief in love; in kindness. I won’t believe in a cold and cruel world. It’s not naivety, it’s a choice. If peacefulness, warmth and kindness aren’t protected, they’ll cease to exist.


I wrote this on the 29th September 2016, and the very next day I met Jamie. The kindest, most thoughtful and strengthening man I’ve ever met. And I’ve never felt so strong in myself since I did. I’d like to think this was the universe’s way of confirming what I wrote in a way. In what I was desperately trying to believe and to keep my hope of a happier life after the abuse I’d received within my previous relationship.

I guess I’m posting this here too, not only as a reminder to myself for the next time I’m feeling a little low. But in the hope that maybe, someone might read this and remember that positive thoughts can lead to a happy life.

What inspires you? If you have a similar moment where your positivity has really made an impact in your life, I’d love to hear about it!

– Megan Grace, xo


Kindness will always be the silver lining

Kindness will always be the silver lining

So, after my not-so-lovely post yesterday about a horrible fat-shaming incident, I went to work today and found out that today is in fact, National Kindness Day! So I decided there and then to write a blog about all the kindness I’ve experienced, just from one week.

Every day, the bad parts always seem to stand out more than the good. And there’s so many good things we take for granted, without even meaning to! I’m sure there’s actually been a lot more good parts than I can even remember, but I’m going to take this chance to write down all the ones I can. And I’d love to hear what lovely things have been happening to you all! If you don’t want to post them live, please, please feel free to e-mail me and I’d love to post yours anonymously!

So here goes.

My two girls – Aidie & Elena

This week, I’ve actually had a lot of lovely things happen. Coming home every day to my girls, Aidie and Elena (kittens!) is a highlight of every day for me. Especially when they run up to the door, and even more when they cuddle up to me and Jamie at night to go to sleep. Every morning, Elena acts as an alarm clock, purring and pushing her nose into your face as hard as she can. But, as frustrating as this can be, it’s also rather sweet. And a large display of love. Another small display of kindness is my boyfriend waking up every morning at 7am, even when he’s not at work, just because he knows I like to spend the morning together. This, to me, is an ultimate form of kindness. Plus, there’s no forgetting about the amazing love and support my girl friends provide, on a daily basis.

And a few larger examples, of course…

On Tuesday, I found out the new Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them was out on Blu Ray! Being a fairly big Potterhead, this was big news and amazing! But, was it within budget to buy it this month? No. As I’d already seen the movie in November, it was the sensible thing to do to wait until it had been out a while, and then buy it. And unfortunately, sensibility won.

But, on Wednesday, I got a message from Jamie, and he’d only went out and bought the movie, on Blu Ray. When I asked him why (after the initial screaming, happiness and amazing happy dancing ceased of course), he told me he knew I wanted to see it again, and we had a lovely evening in filled with magic and a little mexican!

My amazing mother and me on her birthday

And finally, today, on National Kindness Day, my mum gave me an amazing gift. The gift of education. I’m currently at university, studying, and on my placement year. I’m also doing short courses alongside my degree, and have been working on obtaining a separate diploma for two and a half years now. Today, my mum told me she wanted to pay for my course costs for my diploma for this year. And when I argued and said I couldn’t accept it, she insisted. This is amazing to me, to not only know, but be raised by such a selfless and inspirational woman. Who knows she doesn’t have to do something, but does it anyway, out of the kindness of her heart.

Kindness is the language that the deaf can hear, and the blind can see.
– Mark Twain

Now I know that all my examples have been of people doing things for me this week, but there are lots more smaller examples too, every day!
Every time someone holds a door open, every time someone stops their car to let you cross the road in the mornings and every time a stranger smiles at you, be it serving you in a shop or asking if you need the elevator. Every one of these moments is a act of kindness that should be recognised and celebrated.

And I’d hope to think I’ve done some kind acts this week, that have made a difference to others. If you’ve done something kind this week, or had anything kind happen to you, please leave a comment or get in touch. I’d love to hear from you.

There’s so much pain in the world, it’s days like today that really do highlight just how important it is to recognise the love too.

Megan Grace, xoxo

Today, I was fat-shamed. And that’s not okay…

Today, I was fat-shamed. And that’s not okay…

So I created this blog last weekend, in the hope of sharing things that make me happy, that inspire me and hopefully, maybe, that might make someone else happy to read. My second post was supposed to be an amazing recipe! But, this is too big for me to ignore.

Today, I was walking to the post office from the office, as I do most days. It’s only a five minute walk, I’m on lovely terms with the people in the post office and getting out of the office for a few minutes is quite nice on a Spring day. Until today, that is.

I was walking along the street, checking my phone, being rather happy in the cool Spring air… and a car drove past me. With the window down, they yelled out:


And then a woman laughed, loudly, from inside the car.

Of course, my first reaction was to look around me, shocked, to find who they were yelling at. But when there was no one else around, and I saw the window down on my side of the road, it dawned on me. Someone who didn’t know me, who had no reason to dislike me or to say anything at all, decided to try to hurt me today. For no reason, other than to satisfy a selfish desire to hurt others, and to spread insecurity and fear that little bit further.

Is this what it takes to be fat-shamed?

Now most people would probably tell themselves they should just forget about this, that to be that disgusting of a person is the other person’s perogative. But, if people don’t say when these things happen. If people don’t say that this is not okay. How will people ever realise that kindness is always the better choice. That we should be helping strangers, not trying to defeat them. That it is not your right to determine how a stranger should feel about themselves, and if you don’t have anything nice to say. Don’t say anything at all!

I’m outraged by how I was treated today. I’m outraged by the tears that threatened to overcome me at the office. By the tears that did overcome me once I’d left the office for the day and for how bad I’ve felt about myself since.

So tonight, I’m going to celebrate the fact that my friends love me regardless of how I look. That my boyfriend loves me even more for my body. And that I love myself, because I know I’d never do that to another person. Because in this life, I’d rather spread a little more happiness, and a little less hate. And that when someone that hateful happens, I know that it’s better to speak up about it, rather than to hide away.

I hope this kind of thing hasn’t happened to anyone else. But, if it has, please, please, do not let those people define you. Stand up, stand tall and scream from the rooftops that you are amazing, and no one has the right to try to take that away from you.

Megan Grace, xoxo