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5 blogs that define my urban life

Four dice that spell BLOG

I love my Apple Macbook Pro for a number of reasons. Its portability is one reason, and it looks smart. But I also love it because it’s a sleek writing and reading machine. If you are a follower of this blog then you already now that I like to read, write and discover things of interest on the Internet. This is what always brings me great joy.

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The Big M (aka Menopause)

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If you follow my Blog you will soon realise that I always allocate a visual to my blogs and my posts all thanks to my best friend Shutterstock. I thought about going with the quintessential one that we all know; you know the one? The one with a woman looking hot and fanning herself in a sad attempt to keep cool. Now don’t get me wrong, that’s exactly what it can feel like. But I decided to go a more positive way to visualise that Menopause, or the Big M as I like to call it in polite company, doesn’t have to be or isn’t always that bad. I am writing this blog in the hope that it can help, and inform other women out there who are about to embark or who are already on the journey within this major hormonal milestone in a woman’s life.

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I am sweet enough

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As a female, the word “sweet” has been part of the dialogue that surrounds us. I know for me, being on the small size, 157cm or 5″2 to be exact, there were many moments where I was considered as “sweet” or “cute”. I didn’t really mind because I was never the “Brook Sheilds” or “Cindy Crawford” type of beauty. But I was told I was “sweet” or “cute”, and sometimes, to my delight, told I was “pretty”. I never I hated this, in fact, I loved it. What young girl, teenage, gosh even as a woman, doesn’t want to be called “cute”. Deep down inside it did make feel warm and fuzzy inside. All I am saying is these terms are quintessentially associated with little girls. I wonder how Kylie Minogue feels about this? She is one inch shorter than me! At least she was blonde and blue eyed. I myself have jet black hair and brown eyes. I was growing up in a wonderful country where the bronze Aussie and beach culture was iconic. Where girls with blonde hair, blue eyes and long tanned limbs were sort after by both boys and the media. Although the stereotype is changing as we have become more multicultural over the last two decades, which is great, especially since I am born to Italian migrant parents who came here in the 1960s. Anyway … I have ventured way off topic. I tend to do this … a lot … on my blog, in conversation … gosh even in my texts. Thank goodness Twitter has a word limit!

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