Self-Doubt | Not Another Beauty Blog

Self-Doubt | Not Another Beauty Blog

Self-doubt (noun): lack of confidence in oneself or one’s abilities.

One of the hardest things I have ever had to try and learn to do is just trust myself. Trust how I feel. Trust who I am and what I know. For some reason, ever since I can remember I’ve asked for second opinions, followed everyone else’s advice. I could never just accept that maybe my own thoughts on a situation were alright, enough. Of late, I’ve had a lot of self-doubt and not around any particular situation or topic, just in general. I can doubt my thoughts, my opinions, my wants. I feel like I never really know what I want or where I need to be. And that can really panic me. When it comes to thinking about the future, I worry that I won’t accomplish all of my goals and the ‘not good enough’ monster jumps on-board. But I’m learning that it’s okay not to have it all figured out. It’s okay to want something else. It’s okay to be confused. Life wouldn’t be any fun if everyone knew exactly what they were supposed to be doing all of the time! Nobody would learn, be, or feel anything different. And on that point, it is also okay to be different!

While all this was going on, I was doing my internet research on how to keep it all under wraps and how to, in time, change all of this confusion and self-questioning. Not because it’s not okay, but just because it can be a bit of a bother. As I grow emotionally and spiritually, I really want to be sure that everything I’m doing is the next right thing. I, personally, don’t want to look back at my life and have everyone else’s advice to credit for where I am. I want to be sure of myself and be well enough to get where I am on my own advice and initiative. So, I’ve decided to share what I’ve found with you all- just in case you ever have a time that you’re just a little unsure of yourself. Always know that you are never alone.

“When you doubt your power, you give power to your doubt.”- Honore de Balzac

  • Ground Yourself

Sometimes I can be sucked into other people’s drama and opinions and I may not even realise but within a few days I genuinely do feel heavier, like I’m carrying a bag full of rocks. Own what you own and leave everyone else’s belongings with them. To bring me back to myself, I like to have a hot bath or shower and have an early night. Some people like to meditate. Some love to venture in to nature. Every little helps! Basically, just try staying in the moment and taking things as they are. Carrying around the negativity will not help you focus on and care for yourself.

  • Balance The Negative

If your bad thoughts are becoming too loud, argue them with some self-praise. It takes me a while, but sometimes I nit pick my life and write down a huge gratitude list. It really helps me to be more grateful and appreciative of what I have achieved so far- helping me to feel better about future Jay.

  • Take A Break

If you’re really giving yourself a hard time about something and you can’t shift it no matter what way you think about it, let it go and do something else for a while. Jump, sing, paint, online yoga, stretch, draw, ANYTHING! A fresh head might have some better ideas.

  • Nurture Yourself

It’s easy to doubt ourselves when we forget to look after our basic needs. Have you been sleeping okay? Eating right? Have you had enough down time? These are things to reconsider when we get ourselves into emotional frantic. Keeping a diary helps me to organise me time. Although, I’m not always so strict on it. The thought does stick and I do get around to it!

  • Let Go Of Comparisons

You are not her. You are not him. You are not them. You are you and that is more than alright. You have something that nobody else has- your own person. Why would you want to be like someone else when you can be even more spectacular just by being exactly who you are? I can fall into deep comparisons and I find a lot of it is based around social media and how people present their lives. It is so important for me to remind myself that social media is not real and how I am in real life, without filters & likes, is perfectly okay.

  • Connect

Self-doubt, for me, usually kicks in when I’m living up in my head or in isolation. It is a clear indication that I need to spend time with friends or family, and distract myself from my negative thought patterns.

What helps you overcome self-doubt or negative thoughts of self?

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What Is Mental Health? | Mental Health Awareness Week w/Not Another Beauty Blog

What Is Mental Health? | Mental Health Awareness Week w/Not Another Beauty Blog


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Hello darlings!

I’m just gonna get straight into the writing without an update for two main reasons: 1) Absolutely nothing important has happened in my life & 2) We have A LOT of work to get through!

So as we all know, I work around mental health all year long. However, due to the fact that it is MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS WEEK 2016, I have a special week planned for all of you wonderful readers that keep me afloat during my tough times. You are all fabulous and I appreciate every single reply, response and kind message or thought you send in. It really does mean so much to me and to show you just how much, there will be a HUGE competition on my Facebook page at the end of the week- the cherry on top of a week full of wonderful reading!

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A Letter To My Fifteen-Year-Old Self | Not Another Beauty Blog

A Letter To My Fifteen-Year-Old Self | Not Another Beauty Blog

I was scrolling through Facebook a few days ago and came across an apparently therapeutic method of counselling toward self-acceptance. It was recommended (and I can’t remember who by) to write letters to your past and future self, to encourage engagement with past and future emotions. Apparently, it helps to move towards self-acceptance in the present and create an understanding of emotions, lessening guilt, regret, anger and pressure that may be built up inside. And boy oh boy! What have I got to lose!? Obviously, this can be done within the comfort of a diary or your laptop and doesn’t have to be published online. But, I’ve decided to make mine public in hope that someone out there may relate. I feel like this is going to be fun for both the writer and reader! I’ll also include some pictures for a giggle!

I did ask a few of my SnapChat friends what they would tell their fifteen-year-old self and I received a LOT of replies that have led to beautiful conversations. If you would like to take part in my SnapChat engagements, add Jademccannx. See ya there!


Dear fifteen-year-old self,

I am writing this letter to you today in hope that I may get some things of my chest. I feel as though I need some forgiveness for just how hard I’ve been on you in the past, and continue to be right up to this present day. In order to forgive myself, I feel as though I need to address each issue individually and talk through all of the ‘little’, HUGE things that I have held you responsible for. Let’s begin.

The first and most important thing that I would like to point out to you is your beauty. Naturally, you are so radiant. Inside and out. Unfortunately, you’re a sensitive soul and allow people to dim your radiance. But let me remind you, aesthetically and through personality, you are beautiful. The picture above is a selfie you took before you boarded a plane to New York with your distant cousins. You spend the entire holiday in a complete daze and fell in utter love with the city. You deserved that holiday and you deserved that happiness. You deserved that peace of mind, you deserved those beautiful memories. You are not ugly. You do not look ‘butch’. You look absolutely stunning and your cornrows are hella cool. And anybody that tells you otherwise are simply jealous. And I know how hard that is to believe. All our life, our mama and papa tell us that ‘people are mean when they feel threatened’. But if you have been told something repeatedly and if you are treated a certain way by certain people for a long period of time, you begin to believe it. But you should rise above it. You should be stronger. You should believe in yourself that little bit more. You hold so many keys to success and you don’t even know it yet. You, are, beautiful. Inside and out.


At the age of fourteen, you put yourself out there with your own organically written music productions. You released an E.P and gigged in some really amazing places. You met wonderful people and grew in so many ways, ways that don’t seem imaginable for such a young girl. You uploaded videos to YouTube of your songs, your covers, your thoughts. And then at fifteen, you let bullies take all of that away from you. You began to believe that you were bad at singing. You began to feel like the loser they framed you as. You found it harder and harder to fit in. Anxiety developed to larger scales. You blamed yourself for bothering to put yourself out there in the first place. You blamed the victim for the perpetrators actions. You took a step back from your dreams for four years. For four years you were filled with fear and shame. You developed paranoia, you allowed people to speak down to you and leave you out. You found comfort in loneliness and alcohol. 

Dear fifteen-year-old self, fuck them. They ARE jealous. They are jealous because they are not as brave as you. They are jealous because you are adventurous, you are honest, you are inspiring, you are interesting- and all they can do is watch because they are everything that you are not. 

Dear fifteen-year-old self, do not be so mean to yourself.  Do not let people take the most precious thing about you and destroy it. Do not blame yourself. Do not hate yourself. Do not stop your tracks in the hands of bullies. You are allowed to feel sad. You will find that in your life, there will be worse situations than girls making a video mimicking you. You will find that there are more petty and horrible people and things out in the world. You will find that not everything is worth fretting over. You will find that no matter WHAT you do, be it spectacular or mediocre, there will be someone waiting to drag you back, hold you down. So just do you and be the beautiful person you are. If you had not have stopped, you would be so much further right now. You may even have reached your goals. Somewhere in an alternate universe, you are standing on a stage playing in front of thousands with a huge smile on your face and a heart full of bravery.

 Dear fifteen-year-old self, do not let them stop you from being who you are, from getting what you deserve.


Dear fifteen-year-old self, please stay as wise as you possibly can to peer-pressures. There are people that will pose in photographs with you, holding cigerrettes and alcohol, pretending to be your best friend- but they couldn’t care less if you succeed in life or not. Real friends are the kind that push you to go to training and pratice, come to see you fight and play music, stay on your back about focus and goals. Music was not your only asset. You were an incredible 247781_132282706848517_191937_nfighter with huge potential. And although to this day you’re still fit and practice, there is no doubt that you would have exceeded all expectations within that ring. Instead, you chose to spend time with people that had not your best interest at heart. People that held the key to escapism. People that provided alcohol, drugs and cigarettes illegally. You chose to pose for profile pictures instead of news paper articles. At this time, you want to fit in. You want to feel a part of something. You want to make friends. But those people are not your friends and your self-worth is more important. Funnily enough, you learned this the hard way. You really should listen to your parents more. Fitness is a wonderful thing and although your ‘friends’ may tell you so, it is not for losers. Drinking and drugging is not for the cool kids. You will see this unravel later in life. For now, have faith in your decisions and passions. Let people be who they are and focus on your strong points, your talents, your goals. Don’t let them take things from you.



Dear fifteen-year-old self, although there are people that pose in pictures and are not your true ‘friends’, there are also people that are the purest of pure. Unfortunately, being caught up in all that is society, you can’t really tell the difference. My advice would be to hold your family close. The word family suggests that they will never leave, that you will always be this close. Unfortunately, that is not the case. You will grow up and find that every single person you know, at one stage, decides to focus on themselves. Every single person that you cherish will move on, find partners, find new friends, new hobbies, new jobs and new happiness. And that is perfectly alright. They deserve that and more. But cherish them while you can. Because although you may believe that they are forever, they aren’t. Hold the good times close to your heart and create as many as you can while you have the chance. Some people really are worth your time and really do love you. I know that it’s difficult to tell the difference between everyone’s intentions right now. But if you’re going to do one thing for me, hold your family as close as you possibly can. Say thank you. Hug for longer. Kiss harder. Laugh harder. Be there more. Don’t get angry when they borrow your clothes. Don’t argue over petty things. Let them be who they are and love them, pride and all. This is important.


383962_215508468525940_1586876393_nDear fifteen-year-old self, I understand that Gaffer has been your pet since you were six years old. I understand that he may annoy you when he growls and trips you up, I understand that he’s getting old and bothers you are the best of times. But can you please understand that he will not be alive forever? At times, he may feel like an extra limb. At times, he may feel like the annoying sibling. But through all of these times, remember to capture photographs in your precious little mind. Photographs of your favourite walks, your funniest times, your hyper shenanigans. He will pass in 2015. You will be hard on yourself for not being more mindful throughout your teenage years. You will remember those times that you were crying over boys and mean girls and he sat at the end of your bed like a guardian angel. You will remember how he licked a cut when you fell as a child. You will remember how he hated the bath. You will remember how you were that little bit distracted and could have cherished him more. Dear fifteen-year-old self, kiss him goodbye for me.



Dear fifteen-year-old self, you do not need to grow up as fast as you may think. You do not need to have the most fashionable hair style, you do not need to wear heeled-boots and huge handbags, your mom’s clothes and you most definitely do not need makeup and hair-dye in abundance. Dad nags you. He pleads with you to be natural. I know that you truly believe it’s because he doesn’t want boys to like you. But fifteen-year-old self, he just wants you to be the best you that you can be. He wants you to live as innocently and pure as you possibly can, for as long as you possibly can. Because once you cross the line of adulthood, there is not one chance that you can go backwards. Accept that you’re young, embrace it. Be a beautiful fifteen-year-old. Stop trying to be twenty-odd. That day will come. And when it does, you’ll be willing to sell your soul to go back in time. Live in the moment.  Accept your age. Accept yourself as you are. Be fifteen. Boys can wait. Boys aren’t all they crack out to be anyway! Someday you will meet the most amazing man, that will never lead you to question yourself, that will love you and honestly adore you. Until then, fuck them. Let them line up. Let them want you. Let them have someone else to use, to call names, to mentally abuse, to claim and move on from. You really don’t need it that kind of negativity in your life. 

Dear fifteen-year-old self, sex can wait. Sex doesn’t matter. Stop reading magazines that are directed at grown women. Stop letting yourself be encouraged by public forums that do not concern a fifteen-year-old girl. Read KISS, or Mizz. Fuck Cosmopolitan. Fuck Soap Operas. All of these factors may seem small, but they build and develop into a huge influence of expectations for young women. It’s just not realistic. And unfortunately, you’re caught up in that. But dear fifteen-year-old self, be smarter than that. Be smarter than them. Be yourself.


Dear fifteen-year-old self, you have a lot to learn. Alcohol and cigerett228383_128377717239016_402150_nes aren’t cool. Makeup isn’t compulsory. Fashion isn’t a ‘follow or die’.  You’re not fat. You’re not ugly. You’re not a loser. You’re just different, beautifully!

Boys can wait. Sex can wait. You are talented in more ways than one. You can sing. You can model. You are athletic. You are clever. You don’t need negative people. You don’t have to be your own worst critic. You don’t have to spend your days comfortably alone. You shouldn’t let bullies control your success. You shouldn’t allow other people’s opinions to have such a high impact toward your future. You should listen to your family more. You should take more photographs in your mind. You should lighten up a bit. You should walk away from people that are upsetting you, block them out. You should move on more. You should let go more. You should care a lot less. And for God’s sake, love yourself. Learn now. It will make the future a hell of a lot easier if you develop the foundation of self-acceptance right now. Trust me, I’d know.

The list is endless. I could write for years about your true worth, your potential and your lessons that you’ve yet to learn. But how would I be where I am if you weren’t who you were? What’s meant to be won’t pass you. Just don’t lose who you are.

What would you tell your fifteen-year-old self?

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My Most Memorable Embarrassing Moments | Not Another Beauty Blog 

My Most Memorable Embarrassing Moments | Not Another Beauty Blog 

Everybody, and I mean everybody, has certain moments embellished in their brain that they just can not forgive themselves for. Well, me? That is the perfect way to describe my whole life. I mean, having anxiety has its perks! You can laugh about certain things in years to come.. but some moments, no matter how silly they may seem, I still cringe for. I thought I’d give you all a little giggle tonight. I haven’t really done a funny blog yet and I absolutely wet myself writing my list in my notepad for this blog post. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Welcome to my cringe-fest! 

1. The Bum Incident 

For some reason, whenever I think of the word ’embarrassing’, this is the immediate moment that comes to my mind. I have no idea why. I guess it just scarred me. I was walking home from school through the estates one day with my brother and his best friend. Loads of kids walked our way because the school was based around these estates so most of us lived that way. My brother’s best friend and I were kidding around, I would have been about 6 (him about 12) so he was lifting me and swinging me and stuff, until I fell- which was funny! So he played on it, he dragged me along the grass by my schoolbag while mocking “You fell! You fell!”. We were obviously attracting the attention of all of the other kids, who were now giggling along and watching. Next thing, my trousers got caught on the grass and they got pulled down- along with my knickers. I was lying on my tummy so it was all bum! Everybody just saw my bum and laughed. My perky, six-year-old little bottom was put on display for the majority of my primary school. It still hurts. Oh. 

2. That Wasn’t Supposed To Come Out

At the age of fourteen, all you want to do is be around boys. Am I right? I mean, if you’re hanging around with ‘the lads’ for the day- you are a queen! Well, I was in that position for one lucky day in my life. We were all sitting watching television, me and five other boys and I felt on top of the world. Then, I farted. It was obvious that it was me because my face went red and I started tearing up. I want to punch myself.

3. The Not-So-Graceful Landing

Bacbar is the local watering hole for young party-hards like myself. So, when you’re trying to make a statement about how good you look, it’s probably not a good idea to fall down two flights of stairs, through the banisters and onto the dance floor in front of everyone there. Especially if your glass smashes in your hand, creating a bloody mess all over your dress. Yeah, that’s a recent one of my not-so-proud moments. 

4. Muhammad-Not-Ali

I started boxing when I was in primary school and I was really proud of my Dad for coaching me so, of course, all of my friends had to know! That came back to bite me up the ass. A girl in the class below me was bullying me so I got really brave and called her a man. So, one day after school she decided to beat the shit out of me- on the same green that my bum was flashed on a few years previous! I had a really good social start in life. Next!

5. The Bend Over

This one also being recent, still makes me shiver. It was my cousin’s hens party and I was wearing a ‘short enough’ dress, along with some classy kitten heels and a nice up-do. I was feeling good. So one of my uncles was just dropping us somewhere and had to make a pit-stop at his house to drop his daughter and her boyfriend and the smaller kids and their stuff inside so they could keep an eye on them until he returned. So, my cousins boyfriend was behind me getting stuff out of the boot of the car (I was sitting in the back of the car) and he asked me to reach for something in the front and pass it to him. Me, in all my glory, did just that but gave him a little more than he’d asked for- that being a full view of my very private part and bum in a thong. I turned around, praying that he had been too occupied to notice my wonderful rear-view but…. no, he had seen. He had also changed color to a hot pink. You know it’s bad when other people are embarrassed for you. *Sigh*. 

6. The Snow Ball Effect

I was fifteen and throwing snow balls at random house windows, thinking I was fabulous along with a big group of pals. Until, I threw a snowball at the wrong house and a man ran out and punched me in front of everyone. Okay then. 

7. I Just Pissed Myself

I was walking around Wicklow Town with three friends when I was in third year and one of them thought hiding on me and jumping out would be ‘funny’ and ‘creative’. I pissed myself from the fright. I don’t think I ever lived that one down. 

8. Confessions Of A Drunken Teenager

This isn’t exactly an exact moment, however, it did for a while become one of the more frequent ones. There is nothing worse than waking up the next morning and having someone comfort you with ‘Look, if you need anything, I’m here’ – ehm rewind, please? What exactly did I tell you? The embarrassment of hearing all of your personal problems said back to you is probably enough to send you to the grave. No. Please. Just no. 

9. I’m In The Wrong Car, Amen’t I?

One day, I was out shopping with my mom in Dundrum Shopping Centre and she told me she’d go wait in the car while I payed for the parking ticket. I was so busy on my phone that I didn’t even realize I had gotten into the wrong car until the person beside me answered my ramblings about the queue to the machine. It was an old man. I turned to my right to find an old man sitting there smiling. How I got him mixed up with my mother I will never know. I just got out with my tail between my legs as he giggled after me. I suppose he could have been less understanding. 

10. Sorry, I Lied, Can I Have  A Pad? 

I was in sixth class and all of my friends had gotten their period. I was the only one that hadn’t and I felt really left out. I was a little younger than everybody else, I guess, and I just felt like I wanted to be like the rest of the girls. Yano, having chats about what pads they use and whether or not they’re allowed take painkillers for their cramps. I wanted mine! So, I lied. To fit in, obviously. And I really didn’t see the harm in it. That’s because, of course, I didn’t consider when or where I might get my actual, real, non-fictional period. I was in my best friends house after school one day and we were sitting at the computer listening to ‘whopper’ DJ hits and talking about the local gossip. I went to the bathroom, initially to pee, but to my surprise had something else on my hands. I was so freaked out that I actually got my period for real that I was literally crying so I had to put up with the embarrassment of going to my friend, telling her I lied about having it in the first place, and asking her for a pad. Caught red-handed. 

So, they are only my top ten. I’m sure within the next few months I’ll build up a brand new portfolio to present in part two! My life is a constant spine-shiver of ‘you probably shouldn’t have said/done that’ so don’t worry, there will be more. I’m doing this new thing in life where I embrace my flaws and build on them. I’m trying to trust that somewhere out there something has a bigger and better plan for me and that all of these moments that I don’t like, or regret are just to pass the time. Maybe comment and share some of your embarrassing moments just to help me on my quest of embracing mine? We can be embarrassed together. It might be fun. 

The Power of The Past | Not Another Beauty Blog 

The Power of The Past | Not Another Beauty Blog 

I had a bit of a nostalgic feeling about ten minutes ago. I found an old family hard-drive in my parent’s room and decided to plug it in to a blank laptop, just to have a little goo at what was on it (as you do!) but what I found didn’t give me the exact feeling I had expected. I guess I expected to gaze over the photos in admiration for the great times I’ve had, with the family I’m lucky to have and the friends that made my experiences all the better. Instead, I found myself disappointed at how much my life has changed over the last few years. And I’m so upset. I mean, I didn’t sign up for this growing up crap? Nobody did but I mean, it’s not really that fair if you think about it logically. I’m getting off point here but you get me. 

So the main photographs on the hard-drive were pictures of my parents in India. They went there last year to get their marriage blessed (leaving me alone in my creepy bungalow for nearly a month!) but I did come across very few photographs from my eighteenth birthday party. It was a disaster, as most people’s are, but I guess I just didn’t realize how lucky I was. I hugely took it for granted and now I’m seriously regretting it. 

My eighteenth started off with pre-drinks and food in mine (the chicken nuggets ended up wedged between each tier of my cake which took my brother three days to make but on the plus side, it was kind of, sort of, really hilarious). Then we got a mini-bus into Bray to a club I was working in at the time, where we all got refused from an area that I had actually booked, which makes no sense, but that’s how it went. I spent the rest of the night getting really drunk and crying about it and well, yeah, that was pretty much it. 

As I’m looking at the pictures, I’m thinking about the diversity of the people there. I mean, people I went to school with (who are talented musicians, very intelligent people- most of which come from places like Roundwood and Wicklow), then there were people I drank with (people that I was asked not to invite), then there were my cousins and family (that I don’t really have a lot to do with anymore- which is a sore subject), and a few of mine and my brother’s closest friends (that I don’t keep in touch with as much as I should) and it makes me really think hard about how much contact I have had and don’t have now with these people that, at one stage, were my very and only best friends. It bothers me that I’m growing up, getting busier, learning lessons and losing people that I love. And for what purpose? I mean if it could be explained I’m sure I’d feel a little better about it. 

I guess you could argue that humans are nearly bio-degradable and that they can easily disappear and be replaced with new humans. I’ve met new humans this year that I love more than I’ve ever loved anybody but that doesn’t change the fact that I miss my old humans, right? This time last year, I knew who my boyfriend was but I didn’t know I’d be with him now. But this time last year, I knew I loved my friends but I didn’t know they’d be a ‘was’ now. I guess it’s just about appreciating what you have every day. That doesn’t make it any easier. We think that, just because we’re young we won’t die, or we won’t lose anyone, or that our family will be there forever. Well, I’m only nineteen and nobody knows even half of what I’ve been through (I hate when people say that! Pet-peeve, I just committed a crime!) but you know what I mean? Anybody could die at any minute- no matter how old they are. Your best friend of five years might move on to people she has more in common with- and that hurts like hell (more than a boy ever could) but it happens, it’s happened to me twice! And your family aren’t always going to put up with your shit, I’ve lived this. Been from house to house until eventually, I had to cop on. Capturing every moment and cherishing it is difficult. It’s hard because life gives you reasons not to appreciate what you have. It’s about strength and appreciation. I guess eighteen is a young age to think about all that kind of stuff, and a lot has changed in a year, but I just miss every single person in those photographs. And that’s allowed. The power of the past is stronger than me at this moment and time.

I definitely shouldn’t have plugged the hard-drive in. Curiosity definitely killed the cat tonight.

Review: Headerz Hair Salon, Bray, Co. Wicklow | Not Another Beauty Blog

Review: Headerz Hair Salon, Bray, Co. Wicklow | Not Another Beauty Blog

I was feeling quite sick of myself and fed up with college and work and I really felt that I needed a change. So, I decided to splash the cash on a new hair do! I was given an amazing transformation from a washed-out dull black to an amazing, conditioned copper orange at Headerz, Bray. Delighted with my results isn’t the word! I was smiling from ear to ear leaving the salon! I am a regular customer at the salon, however, this visit meant a little bit more to me than the rest as I really needed a friendly service with a nice cup of a coffee and a pinch of confidence to go with! I was so ready for my Friday night by the time I had to leave. 

Headerz is situated at 32, Novara Avenue, Bray, Co. Wicklow. If your hoping for a lovely chat, cup of tea and amazing quality service and prices, I strongly advise you head down to the ladies at Headerz. It’s just off the main street of Bray so it’s easy to get to. There’s a huge pay & display car park just a block down and there’s also a bus stop literally just across the street. You have no excuse not to go! 

May is a very kind, funny and beautiful lady that works at Headerz, Bray and is also a very close family friend of mine. I’ve been getting my hair cut by May since I was old enough to have my hair cut. May has taken me from peroxide blonde, to Rihanna red, to jet black and back to blonde all over again! I have gotten every single style under the sun done by her and I have never once been disappointed by her work. She truly is a tremendous woman and has every shred of passion for what she does. I have asked May to do some stupidly crazy and out-of-the-box things with my hair over the years and she has always been accommodating and helpful, giving me the best style and color along with some helpful advice and guidance on the upkeep. May works alongside Leon (the beautiful and talented salon owner) everyday, giving customers great confidence, advice and service. I have always gone to May and followed her from salon to salon but she has been at Headerz, Bray for as long as I can remember now. The ladies ensure that they deliver exactly what you want. If not, it gets done until it’s right. Perfection and quality are key elements at Headerz. I even got my hair for my debs done by May! And boys, if your feeling like this a very girly blog- don’t sweat it. The girls do gent’s hair as well! A few friends of mine from school still go to Leon for great trims & styles! The prices are great too!

What I love most about Headerz is that it’s cozy. It almost feels like home. I find at other salons, bigger salons, that I feel very much like another number, another chair. In Headerz, every customer is treated like a friend- not “just another customer” and that will make your experience all the more special. It’s nice when you pay for a service and get exactly what you expect and deserve. There is always a scalding cup of tea or coffee on offer and the ladies really do know how to keep an interesting conversation going! But don’t worry, if you like to be left alone in peace while your new hair color works it’s magic, the ladies will always respect your space. I believe this salon was created to accommodate every customer. 

Leon has the salon decorated gorgeously. She recently uploaded a picture on to the Facebook page (link below) of the new salon decor for everybody to see! The salon is always clean and comfortable. Leon is a very hard working business woman and this is made crystal clear by both the upkeep of the customers, staff and salon. Between May and Leon doing the phenomenal hair-dressing and customer care that they do, the salon has become a place of inspiration for me. I have never opened the salon door to a bad day. There’s always an amazing atmosphere. Customers of all ages never fail to make each other welcome with compliments and great humor. Regular customers of all ages and all styles return to Headerz for the service that they have been availing of for years! I have never spoken to a customer that has been unhappy or disappointed with any aspect of the service or results at Headerz, Bray

I am always welcomed with a smile. As soon as anybody enters, they are spoken to. There is never any standing around hoping for someone to notice you. The salon does walk-ins- which is handy if your in a rush or need to be somewhere last minute but I would advise you to book in advance to ensure a place for your glamorous transformation! Leon upholds the best prices in Bray with tremendous rates for children, OAPs and students! I have honestly never felt like I’ve paid too much and not received enough at Headerz. If anything I feel like I should be paying more- so I try to leave a little tip each time! 

Headerz is a unisex salon so it accommodates everyone. If your looking for your baby to get their first hair cut or you want to treat your Nan to something special, you can always pop and find the girls waiting at your service. It’s almost traditional for my mum and I to pop into Headerz every Christmas Eve for a refreshing wash and blow dry. A hot cup of coffee in the cold weather and a nice little fresh hair style for the holidays is a must-do on my Christmas check list! The fact that I know the staff there will give me the attention a customer deserves along with a good giggle makes me all the more delighted that I’m already booked in! I’m excited for this year’s visit already! 

I really can’t boost this place up enough. I highly recommend you to go and have a little look, maybe even book in! If your looking to speak to any of the ladies at Headerz, the number can be found on the Facebook page:

And if you’d like to have a look at all the crazy things I’ve asked May to do with my hair over the years you can find some hardcore photographic evidence on my Instagram page:

Dont forget to tell the ladies that I sent you!

Jadey x

How To Cope: When Your Friends Make New Friends | Not Another Beauty Blog 

How To Cope: When Your Friends Make New Friends | Not Another Beauty Blog 

Situations like this happen all the time. And if your a teenage girl like me, this can be heartbreaking. The other people in the situation might not even notice that anything could possibly be wrong with what’s going on and well, technically, there’s nothing actually wrong with people making new friends or meeting new people. But, it can be hurtful and hard to deal with -especially if you guys were close. You can be left feeling forgotten or lonely. But there’s logical and illogical ways to deal with these situations and you’ve come to the right place. 

The reason I’ve chosen to write about this particular topic today is because I’ve been both people. I’ve been the friend that lost a friend because I made new friends and I’ve also been the friend that was left behind. Neither scenarios are pleasant and both happen to quick for anybody to grasp. My advice, which I probably won’t take but I really hope you do, is to talk to your friend about it. If you feel like your friend is upset or feeling left out, just ask them if they’re okay. If you feel like you’re friend has completely ditched you for somebody else (be it a boy or another friend), just ask them what’s going on. Most of the time, if your friend is really the friend they say they are, they’ll be honest with you. Don’t let the situation get so far gone that it can’t be fixed.  Talking is strength. 

Recently, a friend of mine has been hanging out with a girl that I wouldn’t particularly trust. It’s none of my business to say. I really can’t open my mouth and judge someone that may be on a completely wave length with them as they were with me. If this person really isn’t to be trusted, my friend will figure it out on her own, in her own time, when she’s ready. I can’t be of any interference. It’s not my place. I am also quite a sensitive person. Crying is like a hobby to me, it’s actually quite funny. It really doesn’t take much to make me cry at all. Try to remember it might not be anything personal. It’s just the way things are for the time being. It’ll blow over.

I’m very close to my brother. There’s only two of us siblings in our family so we tell each other quite a lot and get on really well. But, there has been times that he has been friends with, or gone out with somebody that I don’t take to. At the time I didn’t realize that it was out of my control. One thing I learned is that you can not pick other people’s people. If you’re like me, you’ll really want to. I’m impulsive. I can be a bit protective and I like to look after the people I care about. But sometimes, you’re better off letting them figure it out for themselves. It’s calling live and let live. Unfortunately, it can be difficult. But if you’ve enough respect for the people you love and care about, you will trust that they will make the right decision at the end of the day.  

So to sum today’s blog up, here’s some bullet points on how to cope with situations like these that are completely out of your control.

  • Understand yourself. It’s okay to acknowledge that your upset. Take steps in your mind. Go through why your upset and how you it can be resolved before you speak to anybody. This will steer you away from saying hurtful things or causing an argument. 
  • Don’t lose your temper. People that shout say nothing at all.
  • If you feel like you could be the one doing the hurting, be it accidental or on purpose, never be afraid to admit it to yourself and your friends. Mistakes are made by everybody but they are a lot more easy to forgive with a pinch of honesty and an apology. Be the bigger person.
  • Try to remember it might not be anything personal. Work on your sensitivity. Sometimes people just act without realizing. It may not have anything to do with you at all. 
  • I can not stress this enough: Talk to someone. After you’ve finished deconstructing your little stressed and upset mind, just speak to somebody that could give you a better insight. If you’re not ready to speak to your friend, talk to your mom or your siblings. But always be careful who you trust, make sure you’re speaking to the right people. It’s horrible that I’d need to include a warning but some people just want to hear the gossip and don’t actually care about your well-being. That, my darling, is unfortunately the way life is. 
  • Take a step back to think about the consequences. If you go running around talking to everybody about it, mentioning names left right and center and causing trouble, nobody is going to take you seriously. Just simmer down. It’s out of your control anyway, there’s nothing you can do.

And lastly, trust your friend’s instincts. Know in your mind & heart that your friend will come to her senses eventually. It might not be today, or tomorrow, or next week. I can’t tell you when but things happen and work out for a reason. Maybe your friend has a lesson to learn. Let it happen. Trust that everything will work out for a reason, and hopefully for the best. 

Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.