When moving to a new or big city, staying safe can be a big concern. I moved to London for university and I know that one of my major worries was crime in the capital, especially since there's so much on the news about it. It can even be enough to put you off, but there are plenty of things you can do in order to stay safe.
First of all, it's important to know your routes. Before I moved, I found a few different ways from my flat to the tube station; one is quicker than the other but the longer one is more public and well lit. So, when it's dark out, I take the safer one even if it takes a bit longer because it's a small price to pay for feeling safer. It's also worth having a few alternative ones for your everyday journeys - for example to college, university or work - in case a road is closed or public transport is down.
Secondly, it's good to get to know the public transport links in your local area. I learnt my tube route to university as well as a bus route, because if one is not available it ensures I can still get there. It may take a while for it to become familiar but once you've fully learnt them and got used to them, it will be like second nature. It may also be worth getting an idea of wider city transport in case you are visiting a friend or somewhere a bit further from your local area.
Routing apps are also very helpful. It ensures that you will definitely get to where you need to be without worrying and they usually have live updates as well. One really useful one is the Official TfL app, which has live updates on tube statuses, as well as any planned closures and works. Another really good one is CityMapper, as it applies to other major cities outside of London and includes more methods of getting to where you need to be, such as cycling and walking.
I’ve also found that Uber is amazing when the night tube isn’t on. It costs quite a lot more than public transport, but if you’re willing to spend a bit more then it is totally worth it. Always make sure your driver has a proper picture, good ratings and check the type of car and number plate before you get in. You can also connect your app up to your friends’ phone so they can get live updates as well.
That brings me onto the following point, which is keeping your friends informed. I usually get mine to message me once they're home, and vice versa. You could also use things like Find My Friends or Snapmaps; these have been super useful for me on nights out when people have left before others and not been able to tell everyone. I don't keep mine turned on all the time, usually only when it's agreed with my friends so we can make sure everyone is in the right place.
Personal safety is also a major thing. For example, keeping a bag that is not easily accessible on public transport or in busy areas. Pick-pocketing and theft are huge issues in busy cities and people who do it are more subtle than you might think. Keeping things like your phone, laptop and wallet in a properly shut backpack or zipped up bag will usually help deter things happening.
I also carry portable chargers and emergency cash in case I need it. For example, if my phone dies and it means I cannot access Apple Pay to cover a tube or bus fare, having the emergency money is super useful. I've also been using my phone for a lot more since I moved, so the portable battery is usually an everyday item that I carry. You can get very light and small ones in Primark and on Amazon, and I just charge it every night before I sleep and take it with my phone the next day.
Big and busy cities can be intimidating, but don't let it put you off. The amazing experiences that it can offer massively outweigh the negatives and I’m so glad I did it.
It’s been really warm this past month, which is unusual for February, especially in the UK. A lot of people are enjoying the sun and warmth, but others are worried the heatwave (at least by Winter standards) is a sign of global warming. I tend to agree with them - there’s been a lot in the news recently about global warming and the side effects of the human lifestyle.
For a long time, I thought that there was nothing I could do as an individual. I figured that it was in the hands of our world leaders, and their jurisdiction to make through signing deals and making pacts. This is certainly true, but I’ve discovered since that there are lots of things you can do as a singular human that can help cut your carbon footprint. Every big movement has started with the effort of a few individuals.
Even the tiniest changes can help. Everyone has to start somewhere and if we all try and make tiny changes and steps, it can help benefit our planet. We’re not past the point of no return and doing simple things and making a collective effort can make a world of difference (no pun intended - or maybe it is).
With the rise of social media, it’s becoming more and more common for teenagers to start looking up to celebrities rather than those around them. Social platforms allows us to not only become exposed to new people and their achievements, but also to directly communicate with our favourite actors and singers and get live updates. It’s certainly made the fan/celebrity relationship more personal, but is it always a good thing?
For the most part, probably. A lot of hardcore fans these days identify as ‘stans.’ The term comes from an Eminem song of the same name, about a boy who becomes so obsessed with the rapper that it leads to him committing illegal acts and eventually getting himself killed. Despite the origin, a stan isn’t necessarily an obsessive fan, nor one that crosses any lines. Generally, stan accounts are pretty healthy and know the boundaries of respecting someone’s privacy.
But, that doesn’t apply to everyone. A quick trip to stan Twitter will open a world of obsessive and unhealthy fans who dedicate their entire lives to a certain celebrity. It seems that it’s one thing to follow them and enthuse about them, but something else entirely to invade their privacy and go to great extremes in order to meet and interact with them.
One particular example that sticks out to me happened very recently. Ethan and Grayson Dolan, two social media superstars, ended up having to ask fans not to come to their father’s funeral. Immediately, you’d think that was just common sense - but as it turns out, a small group of fans were using the opportunity to meet the twins. They saw it as being supportive, clearly not realising the lines they were crossing. It makes you wonder if it was their dedication, perhaps bordering on obsession, that lead them to believe it was okay.
Another instance of crossing lines can be seen in the replies of some of the celebrities’ tweets. Buzzfeed actually had a series where actors read out ‘thirst tweets.’ Essentially, it was a two minute long video of them reading out jokingly sexual tweets. Obviously, most of them were for jokes and giggles but there were some that stuck out as plain creepy and you could see it in the actors’ responses. There’s a line between admiring someone’s jaw line and going into graphic details, E.L James style - in their tweet replies, no less.
There’s also competition between a lot of the fandoms/stans. Referring back to the Dolan twins situation, there was a small number of K-Pop stans who chose to make a joke of the situation and use their father’s death as a chance to criticise them. This is another example of how toxic it can be, not only for the fans at the centre of their mocking, but also for the celebrity or group that they stan. It can be an extremely damaging culture for both in question. It’s lead to several celebrities quitting social media.
There are also stans who dedicate their time and money to following (physically, not on Twitter) their celebrity around or tweeting their whereabouts. It’s one thing to tweet about seeing them at an airport but a whole other for them to get a hold of where they live. Brendon Urie from Panic! At The Disco was forced to sell his house and move when fans started turning up after discovering his address. The singer said he ‘didn’t feel safe in his own home’ and that he ‘had boundaries for a reason.’
So, while stan culture can be a chance to make friends and find common ground with others online, it can also prove to be an extremely toxic culture. It should be stressed that this does not mean all stans and fans. As aforementioned, a majority of them know their boundaries and the ethics of being a good fan.
The everyday stan culture is miles off of what Eminem described in his song nearly two decades ago, but it makes you wonder if social media is birthing a whole new breed of superfan. The new level of connection and intimacy with our so-called ‘faves’ can make it feel like we’re their friend, like we’re involved in their everyday life. This can be seen as a positive because as I said before, it makes things much more personal, but does it lead fans to thinking their entitled to something?
But, is it this new level of being personal that leads over the top stans to think their behaviour - gatecrashing personal family events and finding addresses - is okay?
I’ve found myself in a rut recently. I haven’t had the inspiration to write at all; I’ve questioned all my possible novel ideas, and for the first time, I faced the issue of not knowing what to put in a article for this month. I’ve never had that problem before because my brain would normally spit up something for me to grow from a title to an entire article. But this month? I had nothing, and that scared me quite a lot. So, I figured - why not write about that? Surely, I figured, I am not the only struggling writer out there.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always identified myself a writer. If someone asks what I do in my spare time, I’d say write. If they ask what I plan on doing in the future, I’d say write. For a long time, this rung true. I wrote literally every spare second I got - my imagination was a fire, and I had to put the words on paper or I’d end up going mad.
Over the last few years, between college and life’s endless tangle of crazy happenings, I lost that. I haven’t lost my love for writing and I still intend to go into a writing related career, but that part of me that was so full of ideas has gone somewhere, and I can’t seem to find it. I feel like I can’t call myself a writer anymore; I still write for TWE and I have the odd fan fiction here and there but I can’t seem to get past the first chapter of anything.
I always thought I’ll be a writer, no problem; but then came the realisation that in order to be a writer, one has to write. And that’s effort - not that it’s effort I don’t want to put it, but it’s just effort that I can’t find within myself no matter how much I want to. I know becoming a successful writer is a long and hard journey, but now I’m actually approaching that road, I think the reality disheartened me.
So what is the problem?
I’d put a large part of it down to depression. A major part of my depression is losing motivation; for college, for writing, for exercise. It’s a bloody struggle - staring at a blank document and waiting for the words to come to me. I’ve done everything from writing prompts to taking requests on Tumblr.
Another part of it for me is the self criticism; a writer’s work is their art. When I write something from my heart, I pour everything I feel, everything I think, into that. And to go and show someone? It’s terrifying. It’s a moment of vulnerability; something you’ve spent so much time on. So, you begin to question. Is the character consistent? Should I have done it in first person? Is the structure any good?
I also found that knowing so many other aspiring writers made me quite insecure; I knew that some of us might be successful, some of us might end up dropping the dream, and some of us might end up discouraged and disheartened. And which one of those categories do I fall in? For all I know, it could be none of those things. Putting myself in a box and becoming a self fulfiling prophecy is a stupid idea. I know that - and I still do it. It’s a classic Jazz thing, really.
And the solution?
Currently, I can’t find one. That’s why I’m writing this - because I feel this intense need to write. Hold onto that; that’s what makes you a writer, at the end of the day. That feeling of loss when you can’t structure an idea, or that desperation to get to a computer or notebook and spit out some words. Even the biggest names in the writing industry don’t write 24/7.
Even just grabbing a piece of paper and scrawling something down can be enough. It doesn’t have to be a story; just something. Maybe about how you’re feeling, or how your day went. I found that writing a list of my sources of stress was a good catharsis. Ironically, inability to produce substantial writing was at the top.
Joining TWE is a way to write, too; a bit of shameless promotion right here. When you’ve made an agreement that you’re going to write something, you have motivation to do something you love. There’s also the side where you help people; that’s one hell of a good reason to get typing. It’s a reason to write.
Writing prompts can be good too; so far, they haven’t given me any groundbreaking ideas that pave my way to being the next Stephen King. But what have they done? They’ve got me writing, and that is definitely something Stephen King does. Even if it’s just a short story that will only gather dust in the dark depths of my horrifically unorganised Google Drive, it’s still writing.
The thing about writing is that there’s no official definition of what it constitutes to be. That’s both a blessing and a curse; a blessing because it means you can set your own standards, but a curse because you then beat yourself for not meeting set standards. I use to think that not writing everyday meant I couldn’t call myself a writer.
I’ve realised that writers don’t always writer. Writers do all kinds of things that aren’t writing. They come up with endless ideas, but use none of them. They sit, staring blankly at a screen, and wait for the words to appear (a bit like Spongebob and his boating school essay). They cry over not being able to write.
Sometimes, writers do everything but write.
I’ve kind of realised that between starting this article and closing it - the half an hour that I’ve been manically typing for has been quite a journey. All of these words are what I call word puke.It just kind of came up, unplanned (not the best analogy!). This article could be an exact example of the solution.
Open a book, or a document, and just type. Get your thoughts out. You don’t have to organise them - just let it out. You might find an idea in there, or even a tiny, tiny thing that could grow into something much more. JK Rowling, for example, found that a story idea crept it’s way into her mind one day when her trained was delayed. That idea became Harry Potter.
That doesn’t mean you should go and stand on a train platform and wait for something similar, but you should definitely wait. Wait for that idea, that tiny seed, and don’t force it. If your brain is anything like mine, it’s probably working overtime to come up with ideas for novels. One day, it will spit out something, and it will be a eureka moment.
Stage fright - nervousness before or during an appearance before an audience.
That’s how Siri defined it when I asked, but for me, it feels like so much more. It used to get in the way of the things I love doing most; acting and singing. Whilst I’ve grown as a person and those two things are now of less significance, I remember that at the time, it would cause me so much grief. I loved the idea of being on stage and performing, but as soon as I was stood in the wings of the stage, my heart would try to escape from my chest and my lungs would simply not work.
I didn’t understand how some people could just go out there and sing. I remember seeing Paramore at the 02 last January, and Hayley Williams yelled ‘hey London!’ - despite the fact I was rows and rows away from her, I still found myself yelling back at her like she was an old friend on the other side of a busy room. She had this kind of connection with every last person in the room and she did it so effortlessly.
I knew I had to do something - singing is a massive part of my life and I wanted to share it with other people. I knew I had a long journey ahead of me, so I figured the best place to start was within a group. My senior school had a choir; it was very church like, and they took iconic songs and turned them into hymn like versions. I found my stage fright buggered off entirely once the spotlight wasn’t solely on me. It was also here that I discovered I don’t work well in groups - that can be a major thing for people.
If, like me, you’re more of a soloist, working in groups can actually increase your stage fright, I remember every performance thinking no, I’m not proud of this and is this really me at my full potential? - that’s not how a performance should go. Stage fright and a dislike for groups can be two very juxtaposing things, but I had to work through one or the other. I realised I’d rather get over the stage fright than keeping falling out with my fellow singers over who got to sing David Bowie’s part in Under Pressure, or whether or not we were butchering a song.
So that was the first two milestones in my journey towards getting over stage fright - doing group performances, and then realising I hated it. That’s not me slating choirs and groups, because for some people, it’s better. I just discovered that sometimes, you can’t make compromises on doing the things you love.
The next step was small audiences. I got a group of five or six of my friends and announced I was going to sing. Admittedly, they were quite surprised to be spending a free period watching my rendition of a Panic! Song, but I found forcing myself to do it a on whim was better than overthinking it. I knew this wouldn’t work with actual performances, because after all, artists don’t turn up at the 02 and say ‘right, time for a spontaneous gig!’
But, it was still progress. I especially found that the audience being my friends helped.
So, my next realisation was that I felt more comfortable when I knew the audience. This encouraged me to sign up to do a contest at my college - I knew about 70% of the people in the audience. That didn’t stop my nerves, and I definitely still had a swarm of butterflies making home in my stomach, but it was bigger than anything I’d done before and another milestone.
If you imagine stage fright as a mountain to climb, I was a solid way up to the peak. There still a long way to go to the top, and then even further to climb back down, but every tiny step mattered. So, I did a whole bunch of gigs at college. By maybe the fifth or sixth one, I didn’t feel any stagefright for the thirty or so people I was performing to. A huge part of that laid with getting used to it; some of the audience were familiar faces, but others weren’t.
Every cheer, every clap and every applause was a boost up that mountain. Kind of like a ‘hey, maybe I’m not totally crap after all.’ Obviously, I still had doubts, the thoughts that they were just being polite or clapping out of pity. But so what if they were? I’d had fun, no one had chucked any food at me during my performance and I came off with more experience and less stagefright.
My last point is simple; don’t be too hard on yourself. I think I played This Is Gospel on piano a solid thirty or fourty times before I even felt a tiny bit ready. They say that practice makes perfect, but I disagree. I know that no matter how much a performer bleeds to the knuckle on their instrument or sings themselves raw, they’ll always find something they could have done differently. And that’s fine - you’ll never learn if you don’t make mistakes in the first place, but that doesn’t mean you have to go hard on yourself for it. Referring back to that Paramore concert, I remember the audience had to sing part of a verse because Hayley forgot it. And did it matter? No. In fact, I would have thought it was just a yell and response thing if she hadn’t said out loud that she’d blanked.
You’re always learning and you’re always growing as a performer. No show will ever be perfect, but that shouldn’t stop you. I was originally going to write this article on instructions as to how to get over stage fright, but I realised that might be simply not possible. I remember watching a video where Queen’s guitarist said they felt nervous before performing at Live Aid in 1986 - and that show went down as one of the singular greatest performances in musical history. Even the greats get nervous.
Body positivity - it’s everywhere. On slogans on shirts, on hashtags on Twitter...But how easy is it to actually be positive about your body? It’s easy to say the words and encourage others to do it, but how easy is to love your own body?
I used to hate my appearance - I’m extremely small and my hips are stupidly wide and I’m 99% sure that my arms are completely different lengths, but so what? I used to despise it, but now I realise that the only thing I can change about my contrary arms and my garden gnome height is my opinion on them.
Ask yourself - why do you look at other people and call them beautiful, but not yourself? There’s probably people that look at you that way and think you’re beautiful. Take how you view other people and put that on yourself.
Don’t keep looking at yourself and thinking ‘so and so has better legs than me’ or ‘so and so has a flatter stomach than me’ - you’re not them, you’re you. You’re the only person in the world who has your body, so there’s no way it’s gonna look like anyone else’s.
You can also take the negative parts about your body and put a different spin on them. Stretch marks? Nope, their tiger stripes. Scars? Nope, proof that you recovered from something. Extremely small in height? Tiny but badass. (That last one works a lot for me).
You might look at yourself in the mirror ask yourself why you look the way you do - and no one can give you a definite answer. Don’t ask yourself why, ask yourself what. What do you love? Your eyes? Your legs? Why not all of it?
I used to be really insecure about sharing what I wrote with others. I’ve wanted to be an author for as long as I can remember but I was so anxious about other people’s thoughts on my work that the sheer thought of someone criticizing it was enough to stop me altogether.
It was scary for me because I put my heart into everything I wrote and I knew it would suck if someone didn’t like something. But there’s a difference between someone not liking your writing and someone criticizing it - sure, both can be discouraging but would any author be where they are now if they didn’t listen to the advice they were given? Would JK Rowling be as popular as she is if Harry Potter hadn’t have been rejected dozens of times?
That was what encouraged me to put my writing online, I started on Wattpad, a social media platform where authors upload their work for others to read and see. There’s other sites too - Quotev and Tumblr are also good sharing platforms. The thing is that everyone else on there has been in the same boat, and they understand how it feels to be anxious about what others think, and because of this they’re never rude about it. They only give their honest but polite opinions
I got quite a lot of advice offered on my writing - it definitely hurt my pride to accept it but it helped, it helped a lot. I was offered criticism on how I introduced characters and how I used way too many adjectives, and because of that I (hopefully!) have improved and no longer do it.
Another good things about these sites is that they cater to all genres of writing. Wattpad for example has categories for everything from romance to action to fan fiction, so whatever you write, there’s always an audience.
I found publishing my writing online to be extremely helpful because I was barely a teenager at the time and obviously not ready for the big publishing companies, so the advice of other authors and readers offers the improvement without having to do that.
The more encouragement and reads I got, the more inspired I was to write - and the more I wrote, the more confident I became. I don’t question the quality of my writing anymore; I know I’m no Shakespeare but I don’t worry the way I did.
I’ve published my writing on a lot of sites now, including Quotev, Wattpad and Tumblr, and obviously Teenagers with Experience. In fact, if I hadn’t started sharing my writing I probably would never had got the confidence in my ability and wouldn’t be writing here today.
My advice is that you should take the leap, because you never know what will come from it.
World Health Day is an international day, taking place on the 7th of April and has done so on the same day since 1995. The day has a different theme each year, focusing on the different aspects of mental and physical health - they have covered topics ranging from motherhood, to road safety, to diabetes. The 2017 theme is dealing with depression.
This year’s aim is to encourage people to speak up about their depression before it reaches the worst point. This is particularly important for teenagers, given that around twenty percent of the world’s teenage population deal with symptoms of depression - that’s roughly 160000000 teenagers, according to my calculations.
With that said, World Health Day this year does not just focus on teenagers, but on all people all of ages who may be dealing with depression, and also their families, friends and people around them who are also affected as a result of the disorder.
Over fifty percent of people who have taken their own life deal with depression, and that statistic alone is plenty enough to shock anyone into realising how truly devastating the results of dealing with it can be.
On top of encouraging people to speak up, this year’s aim is to also change how the world views the disorder - people who don’t deal with depression can easily blame someone’s condition on tiredness, laziness or hormones. If more people are made aware of the true consequences and symptoms of the disorder, it could make it easier for others to speak up.
So what can you do to support and spread the message about World Health Day this year?
a) www.childline.org.uk - 0800 1111 - the number and website address for a support hotline in the UK
b) http://www.suicide.org/international-suicide-hotlines.html - a list of websites for different countries and their suicide hotlines
3. Change the stigma - it’s easy for someone to call another with depression lazy or ‘just sad’. Chances are, it’s probably because they have no damned clue what it’s like, and maybe never will. Educating them on dealing with depression and how it truly feels is the first step to changing people’s warped views on it.
Bear in mind that awareness for depression needs to be spread all the time and not just on International Health Day, but it’s a day in which people will be purposefully aware, and therefore a good place to start.
Modelling is a huge industry nowadays, with it being worth almost $920m dollars. It might seem like every model you see is perfect and thin, but that’s far from what it is. The perfect models you see walking down runways and posing for billboard photos didn’t wake up like that. They have professional make up artists and photoshoppers who help them look that way. Models who walk in huge shows such as the Victoria’s Secret one stick to strict diets and workouts in the days leading up so that their body looks the way it does.
That’s not me trying to say that these models aren’t beautiful, because they certainly are. Cara Delevigne is still beautiful when she has bags under her eyes and Beyonce still looks amazing when she’s not in a magazine, having been photoshopped all over.
What I am trying to say is that you don’t have to conform to the media standards in order to be beautiful. Every human is different and no one person is the same, not even identical twins. Being beautiful isn’t looking like whatever model everyone is raving about in the moment, it’s about looking like you.
It doesn’t matter if you get little rolls of fats when you sit down, or if you stomach sticks out a bit. If you are healthy and like the way you look, does it matter if someone thinks differently? I remember a few weeks ago when my friend tried on a prom dress and said she felt great, and I heard her sister make a comment about how she’s no Kendall Jenner.
But that’s the entire point.
Being an individual who wears what they want and acts and does as they please is beautiful. Whether you enjoy going to the gym or dancing, or eating pizza and watching TV. It’s the little details and quirks that makes us individuals that are beautiful.
Being confident in yourself starts by not comparing yourself. You can stand in front of the mirror for hours and think about how you don’t look like a celebrity, or you can tell yourself that you look beautiful because you love a part of your body or the way your outfit looks.
You should stop focusing on the things you don’t like and start looking at the things you do like. For example, I can’t stand my eyebrows. Years of hair pulling disorder and tirelessly plucking them has made them look far from the best, but I do really like my eyes. They’re blue and quite big and I can focus on them in a way more positive way than I can on my eyebrows.
I’m also not a huge fan on the way my stomach squishes up and sticks out when I sit down. But that’s human - I know some really fit and in shape people who are athletes who sit down and get the same thing. The difference between that and pictures you see in the media is that the models have had their stomachs photoshopped to be flat.
The point in question is that the only person's opinion on your appearance that matters is your own. So what if your friend said that shirt doesn’t suit you? If you like it, then wear it. The people you see in the media with flat stomachs and thigh gaps can be beautiful, but so can a person without hair, or someone who may be overweight. Someone’s skin colour or eye colour don’t depict what makes them beautiful, it’s your individuality that does.
When you’re not feeling great mentally, your physical health might be the last thing you worry about. Quite often your mind is far too busy worrying about other things to even consider it, and I can relate to that on a very high level.
I don’t mean your physical image - whether it’s size or shape or amount of muscle you have - because in the grand scheme of things, that doesn’t really matter. I mean healthy as in eating well, getting out, and not realising you’re ill physically.
When my OCD and hair-pulling was at it’s worst last year, it took me nearly a fortnight to realise I had a very bad case of tonsillitis, and it ended up getting worse because of the amount of stress I’d been putting on myself because of my OCD. I won’t go into too much detail, but I ended up needing much more time off school than if I’d just taken a second to ask myself, is my body feeling okay?
My head was too filled with anxieties, worries and emotions to even suss up the thought that my physical well being might not be on the good side of things. In all honesty, I had a crap diet, even worse sleeping schedule and the word ‘exercise’ was nowhere near to being in my vocabulary. I’m not trying to make out as if I’m a vegan body-builder right now, because I am far from that, but I have changed a few things to make my lifestyle better and I have been getting less ill less often.
The first and most important thing to focus on is your diet - That’s not to say you should cut out absolutely everything unhealthy in it, because I am no stranger to the feeling of happiness that only chocolate and nothing else can give me. However, I changed a few minor things - ie, I started having veg with my dinner instead of chips/fries, I exchanged coke for diet coke and where possible to something entirely differently like smoothies. Retrospectively, it’s minor changes but I started getting more of my five a day and more vitamins and minerals. My skin also cleared up a lot which boosted my self confidence.
Secondly, it’s good to get plenty of sleep. This seems a bit hypocritical while I’m writing this because it is 12:03am, but on a school day, I try to be asleep by 11. I usually wake up between 6:30 and 7AM, which gives me about seven hours a sleep a night, but according to Google, teenagers actually need nine hours. This probably seems impossible, because between school, homework and free-time, there just isn’t enough hours on the clock. With that aside though, it’s still vital to get as much sleep as you can. Rather than sacrificing your sleep for the next episode of Supernatural, remind yourself how much better you’ll feel in the morning when you wake up feeling more refreshed and ready to face the day, whether it includes a double-period of science or a maths exam.
Lastly, try to get out more. I have never been a very active person. I enjoyed swimming as a kid, but now my main source of exercise are my weekly PE lessons at school and some nights when I walk home. However, I do try to walk to places where I can, such as the local shops or joining my family when they walk the dogs. Yoga is also pretty good for clearing your mind, or even switching on an upbeat song and going crazy for a couple minutes as you try to dance (and maybe succeed). It’s not about how it’ll change you physically, but it will really make you feel better, more productive and it gets your energy flowing.
If you can apply minor changes to your life, it’ll have a major impact. It can include feeling more refreshed, waking up on the right side of bed and having a much healthier lifestyle. I’ve also found that there’s been little effects such as less spots, shinier hair and a slight change (a positive one) in the shape of my body. Little things can help much more than you realise.