I’ve been blogging for a while now. In May, I had my first blogiversary, so I suppose I can now be considered an established blogger. And seeing as I hit another milestone the other week, after publishing my 150th post, I thought it would be quite nice to discuss some of my personal favourite blog posts that I’ve published here on Another Ranting Reader.
I love this one because the concept I talked about still blows my mind. I love the fact that pictures are essentially time capsules and that each and everyone has a hidden back story to it that we may never know. Ugh, I just love it. Love it love it love it. I feel like I could go on about this topic way less comprehensively so I’ll stop.
This one was written during my exams at a point when I was ready to explode due to the amount of career/future talk my school had given us throughout the year. All I want to do is write and so when I did explode, that’s what I did, and this post was born.
I wrote this ages ago. I think it was actually about a year and a half ago. This poem was originally a short piece, like some of the other posts I’ve published (e.g. I’m a night owl), but after writing it I cut it down into smaller lines and changed it into a poem and to me, it seemed much better suited to that format. As my first (albeit not my best) poem published on my blog, this one means a lot to me.
My most popular post. Some people who know me in real life will know that I like to talk about periods and try to de-stigmatise them. They’re nothing to be ashamed about after all. After a while, it dawned on me that I should write a post on the subject, as it’s something I’m quite passionate discussing. I can’t believe I didn’t write this post sooner actually.
Again, this is something I’m really glad I talked about. I don’t really discuss this in real life but I think it’s important that no one should feel pressured to have a “hairless” body, particularly if they don’t want to. Everything should be about choice, not societal expectations.
Out of all my posts, this is one of the ones I remember writing most clearly. It was spontaneously written. I was settling into a camp bed in my living room, wrapping myself up in a sleeping bag, as I’d given my bed up to one of the guests we had staying with us for New Year’s. I remember thinking how crazy it is that we celebrate time. How odd yet amazing that is. I just had to write it down, or those thoughts would be gone by the time I woke up.
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