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HOW adorable.

HOW adorable.

scandalgladiators:

ctron164:

deanplease:

thechronicleofshe:

they only let us narrate yogurt commercials. 

And feminine hygiene product ads.

Damn and maybe other domestic ads with cleaning, diapers, boo-boos and neosporan. 

That’s right, lest we forget the drudgery ads. God forbid she does something topical and interesting. Nope.

scandalgladiators:

ctron164:

deanplease:

thechronicleofshe:

they only let us narrate yogurt commercials. 

And feminine hygiene product ads.

Damn and maybe other domestic ads with cleaning, diapers, boo-boos and neosporan. 

That’s right, lest we forget the drudgery ads. God forbid she does something topical and interesting. Nope.

dance-0f-deathh:

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Every day.
What are imperfections? I know the answer to this, and i want them concealed. But at what point did these “imperfections” be considered so, and why do I feel the need to conceal them everyday? Pay attention to what the beauty industry tells you. They will discreetly play with your head. One day I hope to be free of this pressure, because I know I’m beautiful, and you should understand that about yourself as well. I know I’m beautiful, but I will most likely always be under the influence of the beauty industry. My pores have helped my skin breath, my fine lines are a telling that I have lived, I have laughed, and I have cried. My skin is not even, as no river runs straight, no ocean lays flat, and the sky is often spotted by clouds, and I find that beautiful. I’m not hiding my imperfections, but my beauty. Makeup is fun, but please be aware that you were also beautiful before you applied it. #beautyindustry #beauty #awareness #bbcream  #boscia #makeup

What are imperfections? I know the answer to this, and i want them concealed. But at what point did these “imperfections” be considered so, and why do I feel the need to conceal them everyday? Pay attention to what the beauty industry tells you. They will discreetly play with your head. One day I hope to be free of this pressure, because I know I’m beautiful, and you should understand that about yourself as well. I know I’m beautiful, but I will most likely always be under the influence of the beauty industry. My pores have helped my skin breath, my fine lines are a telling that I have lived, I have laughed, and I have cried. My skin is not even, as no river runs straight, no ocean lays flat, and the sky is often spotted by clouds, and I find that beautiful. I’m not hiding my imperfections, but my beauty. Makeup is fun, but please be aware that you were also beautiful before you applied it. #beautyindustry #beauty #awareness #bbcream #boscia #makeup

Why I’m Actually Confident

Part of my confidence is that I try to remember that I am part of nature and that most ideas of “beauty” are kind of silly. When I wish my hair was less frizzy and more manageable I think “I would never expect to change the bark of a tree or the “volume” of its leaves. A full tree is beautiful but I’ve thought the same of a wimpy dead one. When I want to be tanner I never think “I want this beautiful snowy field to have more of an orange undertone.” or these endless specs of sand to come in darker colors. No, I get excited about these tones. Not that I don’t appreciate a beautiful, colorful garden. Whenever I wish I didn’t find wrinkles appearing on my face, I remind myself that I get excited to count the rings of a tree stump or the dots on a lady bug to understand how many years it’s witnessed. Whenever I think I’m fatter than the beautiful girl I take a step back and think an open field is just as compelling as a hilly one, it’s just got different things to make it beautiful. Or that a calm ocean is just as great as one with tumbling waves. Whenever I’m sad about the slightest bit of cellulite, I remind myself that if the media could make money shaming moss growing up bark, or all the cracks forming in the coliseum it would make sure it does so until society hops on board. Whenever I wish my eyelashes were longer, my lips were plumper, my eyes were bigger, my arms were toner, my proportions were better I think “Why?”. Yes, it’s true, people look. But not all people look and and see ugliness, many people overlook what you may think is the most beautiful place in the world, just like I look at trees and think they’re so fascinating a beautiful, and understand that some people see just a tree. Sometimes when it snows, I just lay in it at night, look up, and see the sky is orange, and the sound of empty wind is just as beautiful a sound to me as the April morning birds. I realize that I’m almost disappointed when I don’t count that many dots, or that many rings because I think it’s cool when I know a tree has lived through something magnificent. The sparse trees are just as interesting to look at as the full ones if you take a step back and think about what truly draws you too it. Please don’t let the media blind you. Follow trends, but try to be conscious of it. Please don’t try to “fix” yourself like me and many other people have tried to do, rather look at yourself and understand that that is you and rock it. I definitely try to look presentable and portray an image, but I try to embrace what I have as well. Not the things that the media has informed me are “praise-worthy” but the things that I would learn to love if I was just a scene from nature. The slight pinkness of my natural nail color, the friz of my crazy hair, the unevenness, yet, honestly in my skin tone, and the wrinkles in my forehead from all the animated facial expressions that I make. You’ll receive criticisms here and there, but who cares? I mean come on, if we were all made of copper, they’d tell us how to be weather proof. They would never just let our beauty pan out like the statue of liberty did. Just be you and understand that you are beautiful and some people will see that more than others.

Not sure what book this is. Still found this picture enlightening however.

Not sure what book this is. Still found this picture enlightening however.

Could live- did live -
Could die- did die -
Could smile opon the whole
Through faith in one he met not -
To introduce his soul -

Could go from scene familiar
To an untraversed spot -
Could contemplate the journey
With unpuzzled heart -

Such trust had one among us -
Among us not today
We who saw the launching
Never sailed the Bay!

-Emily Dickinson