Plastic-Free Is The New Black

From the moment we step out for our morning coffee to when we brush our teeth at night, we are surrounded by SO. MUCH. PLASTIC. We use it, discard it and don’t really think that much about it. Plastic Shmastic, right? But what if I told you, that almost every SINGLE piece of plastic made still exists today in some shape or form! No piece of plastic will ever completely break down. While some types can be recycled and repurposed, a lot of plastic waste ends up in landfill or washes into our oceans, polluting our environment and killing harmless animals. And don’t get me started on microplastics (Google it later – its pretty shocking!)

Despite all the doom and gloom, the good news is that WE can make a difference. Each of us, as individuals have the opportunity to make a difference moving forward. And it really isn’t hard. It is as easy as making more conscious choices in our daily lives, refusing single-use plastic and choosing reusable options when possible. Below are some simple suggestions to help you in your quest to save the planet.

10 Simple Ways to Reduce Your Waste and Do Your Bit to Protect Our Planet


1. Invest In A Re-usable Coffee Cup. Hands up if you always thought those paper cups you drink your liquid gold from each morning were recyclable? *Raises hand*. Due to having a polyethalene (plastic) lining, they cannot be recycled. In fact, every minute 1 million takeaway cups end up in landfill. So just imagine the difference we could make if we all switched to a reusable cup. It is such a simple change – one that benefits the earth and your wallet (with many cafes rewarding you with a little discount if you BYO cup). Plus they look great… just like my pretty pink pastel Think Cup.

2. Ditch Single-Use Plastic Bags. Unless you have been living under a rock, you would know there is a huge push to #BanTheBag throughout Australian supermarkets at the moment. As of July 1st the single-use plastic-bad ban will come into effect in WA, which means you won’t even have the choice of grabbing one anyway (Yay Coles and Woolworths you heroes you!). So start getting into the practice now by bringing your own canvas bags with you when you go shopping. Chuck them in your car so you always have some on hand when you duck into the shops. 

3. Try Un-paper Towels. Un-paper, what now? Yeah, this is a new concept to me too but one I am totally jumping on. While paper towels (being paper and all) are generally recyclable, thats not always their fate. Because they are often contaminated with food waste they cannot be recycled. Sometimes they are even made out of recycled paper to begin with so they are unable to be put through that process again. So washable and reusable unpaper towels are the perfect solution. Check out these cute AF ones from Bugsey Bee.IMG_9031

4. Get A Reusable Water Bottle. This one really seems like a no brainer. I mean, how much easier (and cheaper) is it to refill a water bottle than buy multiple a week?! Not to mention, with your own reusable and refillable water bottle, you will avoid any nasty chemicals that leach into your water from those pesky plastic bottles. And if that isn’t enough to persuade you, how about this for a statistic – It takes around 450 years for just ONE plastic bottle to break down. I rest my case.

5. Say NO to Plastic Straws. Do you really need that straw in your juice, cocktail or smoothie? If the answer is no, you go Glen Coco. If the answer is yes, because you just really love sipping your drink through a straw, well I have a plastic free solution for you. Get yourself a reusable metal, bamboo or glass straw and just take it with you next time you head out for a bevy. 

6. Keep Your Fresh Produce Naked. Free your fruit and veg from those plastic bags. Mushrooms have always been ahead of the game, with their brown paper bags. We should all be more like mushrooms. I personally don’t see the harm in having my apples roaming free in my trolley, but if thats not your jam, you can buy reusable plastic-free fresh produce bags. Either that or you can just steal all the mushroom bags! Better yet, grab a box, support small and hit up your local farmers markets for your fruit and veg instead. IMG_9130.jpg

7. BYO When You Takeaway. Grabbing some lunch on the go? Going to a restaurant for some takeaway food? Avoid those plastic takeaway containers by BYO-ing a tupperware container or glass jar. The only downfall is you are responsible for the washing up.

8. Reusable Bamboo Facial Wipes. Washable, reusable, bamboo facial wipes are the perfect eco-friendly alternative to disposable face wipes. Not only are they super soft and feel luxurious, they don’t contain chemicals or clog up our water pipes (seriously, STOP flushing them down the toilet – at the least!). I recently swapped my usual cotton pads and makeup removal wipes for these super soft bamboo facial wipes and I am in love! 

9. Start Buying From Bulk Food Stores. It’s shocking really, just how many pantry staples are packaged in plastic. And its amazing how much you notice it more when you start the transition to a plastic-free life. Where possible, start buying your nuts, spices, flours and other weigh-and-pay items from bulk food stores. Pack your canvas shopping bag with glass jars or containers and fill them up. BONUS: your pantry will look super cute once its all organised in glass jars! 


10. Pick it Up. Plastic pollution is a serious problem impacting our oceans and killing innocent wildlife. Unless we act now, by 2050 there will be more plastic in the ocean than fish (by weight), according to That’s some scary statistics. So if you see something, PICK IT UP! That simple act of picking up someone else’s careless rubbish, can make a huge difference to the amount of litter that ends up polluting our oceans.

Becoming more eco-conscious isn’t about avoiding plastic completely. That would be near impossible. It’s simply about making more informed decisions and choosing waste-free options when possible. Being part of the solution really is that easy – refusing single-use plastics, opting for reusable over disposable and be prepared. As humans co-existing on this planet, we have a responsibility to protect the environment for future generations and every small step, IS progression towards big change.

For more information on the impact of plastic pollution and ways to support the zero-waste movement I recommend watching Plastic Ocean on Netflix and War on WasteAlso, I highly recommend checking out Take3forTheSea.

Love Eloise x


Take a Selfie, Fake a Life.

You know that girl you follow on Instagram? The one with the perfectly sculpted body, impeccable bone structure and equally immaculate hair? The one with the flawless complexion and all-year-round sun-kissed glow. Yeah, you know the one? She’s always attending the best events, off on adventures and travelling to exotic destinations. She doesn’t go a day without posting a snap in another beautiful location, wearing another amazing outfit and hanging out with her exclusive posse. She seems to have it all. The beauty, the boyfriend, the wardrobe, the success. She is living the dream life.

Or so you think.

Social media isn’t real life. Groundbreaking stuff I know (sarcasm). But seriously, as obvious as it sounds, it is as easily forgotten. Scrolling through the socials is so engrained into our daily routine that we have become completely desensitised by what we see. It’s totally normal to see bikini babes and bootys while sipping on our morning coffee. Or be bombarded with socialites cheersing their cocktails (mate, its a Tuesday!) while the rest of us commute to work. And yet, we don’t even think twice because, #Instagram.

But I’m here to deliver you a #TruthBomb! (Admittedly, one you’ve probably heard a number of times before, but it’s an important message nonetheless).

No one’s life is as perfect as their Instagram feed.

No one’s! Not even the chick you were thinking about when you read that first paragraph. As much as the Grammers’ and Fakebookers (*cough* I mean, Facebookers) want you to believe their life is all sparkles and smiles, it just ain’t the case! What you see on social media is only a snapshot. A mere snippet. Just 10% of someone’s life. (If that!) All carefully and craftily selected to paint a picture of the ‘perfect life’. Each photograph chosen to represent a perceived version of reality.

Even what I portray on social media isn’t accurate to how I spend 100% of my time. More often than not, I walk around with a messy bun and a bare face. I certainly don’t wear makeup to the gym and I rock my daggy old clothes way too often. And guess what, sometimes I even post photos of me somewhere cool when *shock horror* I’m not really there. (Most likely I am just lying in bed). And it’s not because I want people to believe my life is all sunshine and rainbows every day. It’s because, well, it’s boring and honestly, nobody really cares. That’s the thing about social media though. The user, Grammer, FBer or Tweeter are the ones in control. So naturally they mainly share their ‘best bits’.

As long as you can distinguish the difference between Instagram and reality, its all good. But when you start comparing yourself and your life to someone you follow on the Gram, that’s when it gets a little dangerous.

Comparison in any form is stupid. Pointless. (And a great way to feel shitty, pretty quickly.). So when you add social media into the mix, you’ve just hit a whole new level of dangerous comparison. You’re no longer sizing yourself up against someone you see in the ‘real world’, but you are comparing yourself to an unrealistic version of someone. Instagram is all filters, editing, smoothing, refining and perfecting a pose. It’s taking 40 almost identical selfies to choose just one worthy of being broadcast to the world. Why on earth would you compare yourself to something so unobtainable? Something the person in the photo themselves cannot even achieve without a filter and FaceTune.

And yes, admittedly some of these instafamous and social media influencers may be living a somewhat more glamorous life than most of us commoners, but they are still human. They may get paid to attend A-list parties and spruik brands, but they still do normal stuff too. Your insta crush may be your ultimate #bodgoals, but I bet they still have their insecurities. I’m sure they still have their off days and heck, I bet they still walk around make-up free, with a greasy top knot and ugly trackies on sometimes too.

That’s what you have to remember. What you see on social media is only a highlight real. An unrealistic perception of someone’s life. A story. So quit the comparisons. Stop allowing your self worth to be determined by what you see on social media. No more comparing your behind-the-scenes to someone else’s highlight reel. The fact is, you will never be someone else. So why bother? You are unique, individual and that is something to embrace.

Love Elo x

Health isn’t about how you look, it’s about how you FEEL.

I used to have a very toxic relationship with my body, with food and with exercise. Although it has taken hindsight for me to realise this, I once had zero respect for my body and didn’t treat it with love. I’d flog myself in the gym, restrict my eating, count calories, weigh myself not just every day, but after every meal and I used to hurl abuse at the person standing before me in the mirror. I used to take selfies in the mirror to watch my ab progression and make sure my ribs and hipbones started protruding a little more each day. I’d starve myself for days leading up to an ‘important event’ to make sure I was ‘skinny enough for it. I didn’t realise at the time how unhealthy it was and the damage I was doing. In fact I thought I was killing it! I was fit. I was skinny. I had abs and quads. Biceps and hard rounded glutes. I was healthy. I was disciplined. I was in control.

I was under the illusion I was healthy af. Even despite my sister coming to me from a place of love and telling me I needed to calm my farm, I thought she was cray cray. I thought she was delusional and possibly even envious that I had such discipline. Pfft! How self-righteous of me!!! But now, now I can see that she was right. I was the delusional one. It was excessive. I was excessive. I would exercise every single day, mostly twice a day, and sometimes 3 times a day. I used a calorie-counting app to track every single morsal of food that entered my mouth, down to each individual almond. It wasn’t a successful day unless I out-exercised the calories I put in. On days when I knew I’d only be able to exercise once, the only thing I would consume was a small can of tuna. Other times I even tried to be in calorie deficit (burn off more calories than I consumed.) When I discovered that, it quickly became a dangerous obsession. It was a new challenge. How does any of this sound healthy?

No part of me was listening to how my body felt. It was all about how I looked. Exercising and feeding my body wasn’t coming from a place of love but a place of fear. A fear of ‘getting fat’, a fear of putting on weight. A fear of being ugly. A fear of loosing muscle definition. A fear of being unattractive and unworthy of love. I exercised because I hated how my body looked, not because I loved the way exercise made my body feel.

I was never formally ‘diagnosed’ with an eating disorder or body dismorphia but now it’s blaringly obvious that’s exactly what it was. My earliest memory of what I now know are signs of disordered eating is age 10. 10! I was in year 6! I remember going to school with no packed lunch. Intentionally. With a busy shift-working Mum, I was expected to make my own lunch at that age, which worked perfectly for me because I could get away with not eating. I thought I was fat (at age 10! Wtf!). So not eating meant I had control over my weight. After school I would binge, out of pure starvation. This continued (and probably worsened) throughout high school. But by then it was noticed by my friends and my mum, who tried to intervene and threatened to take me to a physiologist on many occasions.

That was obviously the beginning of some unhealthy habits but the issues really peaked when I was in my early twenties. Low self-esteem was already raging and then I got into the bikini-modelling world, which I’m sure you can imagine really didn’t help my lack of self-worth and only exaggerated my ‘need’ to be ‘skinny’. I look back at photos from those days and remember exactly what I was thinking in those moments. I genuinely thought I was fat! I remember going to competitions, having not eaten all day (but still somehow having completed two hours of intense exercise), a tiny-framed 47kg girl and thinking I was huge next to the rest of the babes there. I wasn’t though. I was the furtherest thing from fat. Photo evidence and hindsight has made me realise that I was tiny! I looked fit and healthy because I had abs and defined muscles but I was verging on too skinny. What was going on in my head was the epitome of self-loathing, disrespect for my body and a completely dismorphed view of myself. I may not have appeared it, but I was unhealthy af. Every workout was fuelled by self-hatred and every meal (or lack there of) was eaten with underlying guilt. Nothing about how I approached my health and fitness was healthy! (Yes, this was about the time my sister had words).

A few years later, I went through a stage of binge-eating, purging then overeating again. It was fuelled by depression. I was living in a small apartment with a not-so-social housemate. I was lonely, I’d had my heart stomped all over by someone I trusted and things just spiraled. I still exercised, but not as much. And when I did, I felt so self-conscious and uncomfortable in my body that I didn’t like being at the gym. I knew so many people there that I was embarrassed to show face. I would lock myself away from the world and I would secretly overeat – searching for happiness through food. At this time I was the unhappiest, the unhealthiest and as a result the heaviest I have ever been. It took an eye-opening conversation with my Mum to realise I was depressed and needed to get help.

Like Oprah, my weight yo-yoed for years. (Just trying to connect myself to Oprah ya know?) I did so much damage to my metabolism that my body didn’t know what was going on. It had gone through starvation and then overeating, to starvation again. Throughout my adult years I have been as light as 46kg and as heavy as 63kg. None of these weights or any numbers in between were ever healthy. Because throughout all those years, my relationship with myself, with food and with exercise was toxic. It was based on hatred not love.

Fast forward almost a decade from those undereating, over-exercising, calorie-counting, gym junkie days, and here I am, the happiest in my body that I have ever been! But more than anything, my mind is the healthiest it’s ever been. My whole philosophy around food and exercise has transformed. I approach my health from a place of love and respect. So much so that I only want to do what’s best for it. I listen to my body. How it feels, when it needs fuel and when it desires movement. I don’t have a regimented fitness routine like I once did or plan my meals out down to the minute. I eat when I am hungry and exercise when I feel like it. I fuel my body with nutrients and nourishing foods. But I treat myself too. I don’t bust my ass in the gym daily. Gone are the days when I would approach training with the objective to look good. I no longer focus solely on aesthetics and how I looked in bikini. Now I exercise to feel good. To feel fit and healthy.

Weirdly, once I stopped acting from a place of fear (of getting fat) and started acting out of love for my health, my body seemed to find its own happy weight. Sounds strange I know. But when I used to slog myself at the gym and feel guilty about the food I was eating (especially if it wasn’t a salad), I was never happy. My body wasn’t happy. There was always something to improve or weight I couldn’t shift. But now, I’m pretty fucking happy with how I look. My body has healed itself from all the metabolic damage and within the last few months I’ve unintentially lost weight and dropped a size without even trying. (And I’m stoked about it!) I didn’t put a plan in place or start weighing my food or even weighing myself. It just happened when I shifted my focus from aesthetics to how my body feels inside. I guess there really is something to this whole ‘listening to your body’ thing.

Of course I’m not completely healed from my low self esteem, disordered eating, body-dismorphia years. Fear still rears it’s ugly head every now and then. But I tell you what, I’m pretty fucking happy to be in the place I’m at now. My relationship with food, fitness and my body has completely flipped. I may not look the fittest or strongest I’ve ever looked but mentally I’m the healthiest me I’ve even been. I’m comfortable in my skin. I eat to fuel my body now. I even eat chocolate and ice cream and other ‘no-go’ foods sometimes. If that’s what I feel like, then I have it. (I seem to do better without self-inflicted restrictions). I probably only go to the gym 1-2 times a week but still move my body most days. I don’t even own a set of scales and couldn’t even tell you the last time I weighed myself. Numbers shnumbers! When I’m hungry, I eat. When I want to exercise, I move. I understand the importance of looking after my body from the inside out. It’s the place where my soul resides so I have to and I WANT to look after it!

Health is not a number on the scales, a particular shape or a specific size. Health is all about how you feel. From within. Not how you look. Remember that.

Love Eloise x