Birthdays: Why Celebrate?

After celebrating my 25th birthday a couple weeks ago, I was encouraged to write this raw post. Although a few of my best friends couldn't be there (and for that, I hate you NYC), the day was filled with so much genuine love and friendship that my heart felt so full. I have never been a big birthday person. As someone with anxiety, I used to hate birthdays because I would get so wrapped up in how many people would show up, if I looked "my best", and all the other small details that went into planning an event centered around me. This year it was different, although, I didn't plan it that way. 

It was just about my time of the month and I woke up two days prior to my birthday brunch with THREE under-the-skin pimples (no actually, they were craters) on my chin. Talk about inviting self- consciousness to the party. I tried everything to get rid of them, with no luck. I wanted to blame my awful hangover but I was tempted to cancel my brunch due to the sheer embarrassment of my face. Who does that? Cancel a party because of a few pesky pimples! 

As I struggled to get into the shower, the "I over committed", "I'm hungover", and "I'm not going to be able to make it" texts started to roll in and I enter the next phase of self-doubt. At this point, I was convinced this was NOT the day to celebrate my birthday. Not only did I look like crap, but I was starting to feel like crap (and not because of the hangover).

Thank GOD for my supportive boyfriend and best friend, who quickly reminded me that 1) I would look beautiful no matter what uninvited guests showed up on my face and 2) the important people in my life that could be there, would be there to celebrate. As soon as I walked into that room (30 minutes late), all my self-doubt and self-consciousness washed away after I was greeted by THIS!

I immediately noticed two things. One, my balloons spelled GAS (my initials are MES, and my nickname is MAGS) and two, I had some of the best people I know in the room come to celebrate me. 


I ended up having yet again, one of the best birthdays with (most of) the people I love and who love me. Let's just say the party didn't stop after brunch. The small details like the purple diamond confetti, flowers, and rosé champagne that my friends had surprised me with made me feel like the most loved person in the world that day. Thank you to those of you reading this. You are what makes me, me. 

Not only did this day bring a ton of laughs and champagne, but it also taught me a lesson. Make the real reason to celebrate your birthday not about the number of people in the room, how many likes you get on a birthday post, or what you look like that day, but about having an amazing group of friends surround you as your blow out your candles or toast that glass of champagne. OH, and always hold onto the M balloon, so you're not left spelling GAS :)

As always, thanks for stopping by!
Mags (Piper) XX

See some of my favourite pics from the day, below!