I now know that style goes out of the window when on the road. You can forget your matching outfits, pretty hair accessories and *gasp* even makeup; when you travel comfort is king. That and finding confidence in leaving your room with unwashed hair, unshaved legs, a wet wipe shower and a spritz of eau de mozzie spray knowing that no one will judge you.
After the experience of travelling solo to Thailand, my confidence has grown enormously. If one culture can accept me as a "normal" person, I have to make every other person treat me in the same way. I feel as though my confidence now shows people that my burns do not bother me, and therefore they shouldn't bother them.
For most of us, travel is one of life's biggest pleasures. We hop on board a plane, leave our lives behind, and absorb ourselves in a different way of life. We relax on beaches and explore cities. A few times while we're away, we'll utter the words "I don't want to go home" and "I wish I could stay here forever". But how true is that?