So this is it. Adulthood.

Just like I joined the grown ups’ ranks at my confirmation when I was 15 and became an adult when I was 18. It is again time to grow up with a new milestone. 20.


IMG_4897Although everyone says it’s overrated, I thought it would feel different, more special. I value birthdays very highly since it is a celebration of life and that you exist. There is nothing bigger than that, now is it? This year wasn’t like the others though. I had lower expectations than I used to and I wasn’t as exited. Luckily for me I have an amazing partner and family and they made my day incredible. It was quite some time since I last had some much happiness in so little time. I was surprised that they went to such lengths for me, but furthermore I think it’s weird that I am surprised over it. Why should I be when I know they are such fantastic people and that they indeed love me very much. Especially considering all the incredible birthdays my family has made for me all my life. It has always been special and original.

Now that it’s over I truly feel like it is a new era. Not that it changed overnight. I have felt it coming for some time now. Moving out from my parents, moving in with Allan, not to mention moving to a different country. I have grown so much living life a different way and sharing my life with another as I do with Allan. It is different than I imagined, it is better than I imagined.

For the first time in a couple of years I can see a light at the end of the tunnel. I just hope I am not imagining things. Here’s to hope.

Thank you all.


Allan suprised me on my birthday and took me around town with a great many suprises. He is so amazing.

Allan suprised me on my birthday and took me around town with a great many suprises. He is so amazing.



“Curvy Girls”


I’m not a skinny girl. I wouldn’t say that I am obese in any way and although I feel my body is quite normal, I don’t fit societies “regular” size. If someone where to put my body type in a box, it would probably say “curvy girl”.

Now, the term “curvy girl” is very disputed. Urban Dictionary’s definition is “Fancy word for being fat but are pretty girls all the same. Nice tits that attract every guy at some point”. I am not going to mention the bad grammar or the heteronormativ, sjovenistic bullshit of that sentence. When I google search it the top results are everything from this:

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to this

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Clearly no one really agrees on what curvy girl means. There is one thing we can be agree on though. Curvy girl is every body that does not fit size “regular”. The bodies you see above are apparently not regular bodies (please ignore the fact that they are photoshoped. Hard to find pictures that aren’t these days).

Why I was thinking about this today was that I have done some online shopping. Every time I encounter the term “one size, regular” I just close the window, no matter how damn cute the outfit was. Have you ever thought about how the size “medium” fits very few? (No hate to you beautiful people out there that use M, you lucky bastards). I used medium when i was 13. After puberty I could kiss that size goodbye. Medium is supposed to represent the median of the people. Don’t tell me that size 36/38 is the majority. Every time I shop I am told that I am large. In some shops I am even told that I am extra large. At my 159 cm I don’t feel very amazon like. That means that every time I shop I get a little tickle of a stab in my confidence (not that it is overflowing as it is). Because large is bad. Every woman knows it somewhere in her subconsciousness.

I am fighting very hard to not hate everything I see in the mirror. I have over the past years steadily gained weight as a result of PTSD and other fun mental issues. I am fighting with beak and claws to see my body type as beautiful. I know it is, but I have to slap myself right in the subconscious to see it and even then I am not totally convinced. I wish that someone would sincerely say that flabs can beautiful too. I want to see models that look like me on the big fashion billboards (you know just a lot taller and model like). I have seen enough Upworthy and Buzzfeed articles about how big is beautiful too, but it is apparently not beautiful enough for the public eye.

We are struggling with the massive pressure on weight and beauty here. Can someone at least throw us a rope or something?

Bonus pictures of me feeling DAMNED HOT.


Favorite dress!!!


I am one handsome motherfucker



NorwayI’m Tyra, nice to meet you.

So what is interesting in your life right now? Oh, I don’t know… nothing much… you know just… MOVING TO DENMARK!
Yeah baby, out in the world. Almost moving out of Scandinavia. Well, not really, but Denmark and Norway is much more different than people think. Not to mention their very weird and nonlogical language.

I have been blogging for a long time now (www.secretmoose.wordpress.com) and I felt it was time for some changes. I’m not only changing my life, but also my blog. Since the summer of 2010 i have been writing about my life, things that interest and/or annoys me and general stuff at my blog “The Secret Life of Moose’s”. I have mostly written in Norwegian and quite personally. Hence, not really an interesting blog if you don’t know me..

It’s time to make a change (yes that song is stuck to my brain now). This is going to be an international, informative and trying-to-be-funny blog about my everyday struggle with the Danish culture. I want to highlight the strange situations and difficulties a Norwegian must face when moving to Denmark.

Well then, enjoy.