I am not an aesthetic runner. 

My face turns red, I sweat from my eyebrows and I have such lanky legs it sometimes looks like I’m running in slow motion. 

I am not an aesthetic beach goer. 

I get battered by the waves trying to get into the sea and absolutely everything will come home covered in sand. 

I am not an aesthetic baker. 

The kitchen will be left as if a toddler just cooked for the first time, and every single utensil will be used and in the sink, waiting to be washed in a few days time. 

I am not an aesthetic commuter. 

I do my makeup on the bus after spending 5 minutes rummaging around in my bag for my headphones I’m sure I put in there somewhere. 

I am not an aesthetic bartender.

I’ve knocked a fair few drinks over in my time and and drop more equipment on a daily basis than I care to admit.

I am not an aesthetic girl. 

My nail polish is always chipped and my hair has a mind of its own no matter how hard I try to control it.

I am not an aesthetic person. 

I’m chronically clumsy, forgetful as ever and have been told “you’d lose your head if it wasn’t screwed on!”

I am not an aesthetic person but 

Luckily my head is screwed on, sand can be brushed off and mess cleaned up. 

Why on earth would you worry about being too human?

Keep on wandering…

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