Erin.

Her hair is a natural brown that goes lighter in the sun, medium length with a light strawberry blonde shade framing her face and gradual, towards the ends. She had a nightmare hair cut in her teens and ever since cuts and dyes it herself.

Her eyes are a bright blue, piercing. Seen through the darkness, they have been called entrancing by more than a few festival goers. She thinks sometimes about getting brown contacts.

Her skin is white, tanned on a good day with freckles and moles, never ending. She was teased at school for her freckles by boys, who a few years later fancied her.

Her eyebrows were so fair, hardly noticeable until she started dying them dark brown at 25. She considers this one of the best things she’s ever done.

Her jewellery is simple, either gold or silver hoops and nose ring or stud with a gem. She wears one gold necklace, with an infinity symbol, a gift from her boyfriend. She wants to get a tooth gem.

Her tattoo’s follow no theme; she wishes they did but like her taste, they vary. She has a few favourites, including a smiley face on the index finger of her left hand, that she did herself.

Her makeup is minimal, tan, mascara, eyebrow powder and gel to secure them in place. Too much effort and she doesn’t feel like herself. She pens one of her freckles darker creating a beauty spot on her cheek.

Her body is healthy, strong and capable, a constant work in progress. She would have liked smaller breasts.

Her underwear is from Primark, lace string thongs in black and white. She has bra’s but won’t wear them for you.

Her personal style is evolving, influenced by too many others, she’s trying to spend less time on social media and more time on herself, figuring out what she likes. She has a love for faux fur and statement jackets that will never die. Baggy trousers and trainers are also up there.

Photo by Ian Dooley