Helena Busia

Hey guys! I thought I'd start off September with a little series of posts. It's named with an appropriate level of cheesiness, " Helena's American Adventure ". I was lucky enough to be able to explore New York and Chicago with my Dad, and want to share my thoughts on my trip across the pond. I make no shame of the fact that I am a spoilt little Daddy's girl. I am provided for (and then some) by my Dad extraordinarily, and need to start this series off by thanking him, as it is hard to put into words how grateful I am for such an amazing holiday, and Dad in general.  We all love food, right? So to start off, I thought I'd show you some of my favourite places to eat in New York and Chicago. My dad and I are very much foodies, so rest assured you won't be let down if you do end up paying them a visit! P.S. A quick disclaimer, I am not writing this to show off, brag, etc about anything. I am so fortunate and grateful to have experien...

Hi everyone! First and foremost, apologies for the unexplained hiatus. In all honesty, I became a bit caught up in the excitement of summer and... Well really there's no excuse, and I just haven't written anything. However, that is about to change!  I am bubbling with ideas and thoughts sparked from the past month or so, and am ready to share them with you. I'm making a solemn promise to be consistent! Posting at least once a week is my goal. All the love, Helena xo Twitter-@they_callmebush Instagram-@helenabush

Helena Ann-Florence Busiakiewicz.  A bit of a mouthful, right?  I have always found my name to be a difficult subject. My wonderful parents decided to bless me with a less than average name. Even my first name is a source of tongue-tie. It is inconveniently pronounced Heh-lenn-ah. (Not Hell-un-uh, not Hell-ain-a, and for God's sake, not Hell-oo-nah) When it comes to meeting new people, I used to find myself becoming self-conscious at the thought of having to pronounce my name. I make a point of pronouncing it very clearly, but sometimes it is extremely socially awkward to correct people, leaving me to be addressed incorrectly. For example, my old drama teacher had taught me for 5 whole years, and still does not pronounce my name correctly. Public situations, such as the doctors, can be nightmarish. My surname, pronounced (Bush ah kev-itch, for those who were curious) is, however innocently, butchered. I will now take to list some of the fabulous vers...

It's happened. The Tony awards have arrived.  Otherwise known as Musical Theatre Christmas, The Tony's are the biggest event on and off Broadway. Being one of those stagey folk myself; I thought I'd have a ramble on my experiences as a performer, on the eve of The Tonys. Please don't think I'm being pretentious, my experience is limited but has been thorough!  1. The People  It has to be said, as soon as you join a cast, theatre group etc, the normal boundaries of a new friendship are non-existent. Within a rehearsal or two, you can pretty much guarantee if you are having a lil sing-song, someone will harmonise with you. It's a given that you can sing all of the parts of "One Day More". You will have probably seen 65% of your cast half naked, or more often than not, completely starkers.  You are not just friends. You are family. West End Live 2015 WEM Into The Woods February 2016 WYP Bugsy Malone March 2014 The Mi...

In a relationship I once had, I was told by my then partner, in his complete innocence, that "I looked exactly the same without make-up on than I did with it".  My response to that pearl of wisdom, was that I clearly wasn't doing a bloody good enough job then. Without a good dose of foundation to bring my ghostly pale skin to life, I look like I have just returned from the depths of Hades. I need a good stroke of bronzer to make me look like less of a walking egg. And without eyeliner? Well... Let's just say I could be mistaken for someone of Asian descent.  Everyone has some sort of an opinion on make up. Whether it be a catty remark on the "fleekiness" of someone's eyebrows, to the fact that someone applies their make-up incorrectly. Whilst we are all entitled to our expert opinions, more often than not, my response to this is: Who the fuck cares? If you want to cake your face with six inches of foundation. You do you. If you w...

                              The Struggles of Sixth Form 1. "I'll do it tomorrow" Year 12 began in a rosy haze of optimism. A year and a bit later, that shining promise you made to yourself of meeting deadlines and getting A's in all your subjects has now burnt to dust. Thus leaving you continually asking yourself "When did I ever think I enjoyed these subjects?!" 2. "I have nothing to wear" Oh the days of uniform. How we longed to break free of the blazer. Now I am longing to come to school in my trackies. Business dress?! Perhaps not. No matter how full my wardrobe is, I will have, at the very least, three clothing-related meltdowns a week, and end up wearing the same old safe outfits I always wear. (Oversized jumpers and Jeans? I think so.) 3. Work, work, work, work, work I'm not quite sure if I can remember the time when I lived anything that actually resembled a life....

Kindness is a word that is often banded about in descriptions of people. It is understood by even the smallest of people; we are taught to "be kind" from the moment we are able to understand the words being spoken to us. I feel that a lot of our day to day lives can be weighed down by the grim monotony that comes with living, and the only way to break this, is through kindness, to ourselves, and to others. Now, I'm not trying to come across as a wishy-washy rose-tinted-spectacle-wearing hippie, but sometimes the only person to bring yourself out of the dark is yourself. To practice your own self-care. In short, to be kind to yourself. I have spent many a day laid in my bed moping. I'm sure we can all think of a time when we have done this. Left our hair unwashed, our teeth thick with grime, failing to see a point as to why you should look after yourself anymore. I am not a trained therapist. I offer no concise advice which is proven to work, but I have been there, and...

Superstitious folks, cover your eyes, as I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes on Friday 13 th March 2015, aged sixteen. Prior to this diagnosis, I was unaware that I was suffering with undiagnosed, critical Diabetic Ketoacidosis. Diabetic Ketoacidosis, or DKA, as it is commonly referred to, is the condition that undiagnosed diabetics suffer from. It is caused from a lack of insulin in the body, and your body turns to breaking down your fat stores to keep you going, in replace of the lack of nutrition. I feel that a NHS style list of symptoms will do little justice to the actual experience of them, as I am sure many diabetics will agree, so allow me a few fancy adjectives. A burning, unquenchable, rabid thirst. Weight plummeting; I lost nearly two and a half stone in two months. Being so, painfully tired, I would weep at the thought of getting up in the morning. Simply walking down the road would send my heart into a flurry of panic, my breath spasmodic and wheezy. Small cuts on t...