Lauren Beesting, Features Writer
Being a 16-year-old A level student, it is very important for me to find which universities I want to go to and what courses are best suited for me.
As you might expect for the overly organised person I am, I had already planned what I wanted to do and it was a matter of going to open days and scoping out my best university.
I went down with my mum and visited the London Metropolitan University, but of course travelling all the way down to London meant that we had to make a weekend out of it.
We stayed over in Borehamwood near Elstree on the outskirts of London, and travelled half an hour by train then a 5 minute tube ride to the university. After spending half the day looking around the university, happily content with our complimentary hot drinks, we made our descent to the epitome of life: London.
I am used to cramped trains, but London's tubes are the Devil's spawn, especially for people with claustrophobia such as myself, enduring a cramped and sweaty tube ride to the city where we mercifully squeezed through the wall of passengers to escape from the congestion of commuters.
Despite the transport we were not so easily disheartened. We were girls on a mission; find an outfit; something that makes me feel and look sophisticated.
We emerged from the underground into the surprisingly blazing sun and squinted past the statue of Shakespeare, to the admittedly less iconic landmark of M&M's world.
Clearly we had to have a quick detour.
Who wouldn't want to buy some overly expensive M&Ms, because really hey, they aren't the original colours so it was worth it (at least that's what my mum told herself while putting her card into the machine ready to pay for an order of 2 items at around £22.)
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When you walk around a busy city, battling against the crowds of tourists you can't help but become ravenous, much to our delight Chinatown was just around the corner.
We dived into the first takeaway we could see, grabbed a Tupperware full of rice and noodles and plonked ourselves down, eating it as if we had never eaten in our lives, watching the ever so crowded streets whiz by and enjoying our moment of stillness.
We watched as families, friends and colleagues emerged from Chinese restaurants with rosy cheeks and grins on their faces. For those not used to the busy streets, loosing each other, screaming for a while, then happily reuniting seemed a way of life - you can't imagine how frequent that was.
After strolling around London to Blackfriars and then dragging our feet for hours, we finally decided to head for the train home.
Sat glumly in my seat, although feeling very excited at having been gifted a few books from my generous mother, I had been too weak to carry on walking to find myself an outfit!
It was a long walk from the train station in Elstree to the hotel we were staying at so we went into Tesco to find a Dorothy Perkins.
My eyes lit up like a child's in a sweet shop.
I sauntered over to the clothing that caught my eye. We had to have a browse.
It would be sacrilege not to look after such an exhausting day.
Then suddenly, as if the gods had my hopes in mind, I came across what I now class as my absolute favourite outfit.
I found some striped trousers that I absolutely love. I remember I said to my mum that I wanted some pinstripe trousers before we went in and what a coincidence, that's just what I found and better so they were even prettier than I had imagined.
Naturally, I had to find myself a shirt to wear with the trousers because who buys half an outfit?
I deemed a plain white shirt suitable for this ensemble, next thing you know I'm at the till paying about £40 for this outfit and some other bits and pieces that miraculously came into my arms and would not leave.
I found that when wearing the outfit I am a completely different person. I walk around radiating confidence because I feel business savvy and like I should be taken seriously.
Not only that but I do feel as though I stand out in a fashionable way and so I enjoy the odd look I get about my trousers.
What does that tell you, you may ask? Well although plans cancel and change, things happen for a reason, and although to some this reason may seem trivial, I found myself an outfit that so happens to make me feel chic whilst motivating me to be as sophisticated and successful as I feel in that outfit.
My overall verdict?
You don't just find confidence in London, you can also find it in Tesco!
This blog post was written by Lauren Beesting
Buying Confidence!, 20th July 2017, 9:33 AM