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Manda Rave/Lady Unlaced. 22. New England. Eclectic. Cat Lady. Pagan. Writer. Jewelry Creator.
I have the entire universe inside me.
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YO, I GOT SOME TIPS FOR ALL THE MISERABLE LADIES!
(and hell fucking yes i used to be one)
- try getting ready in the morning wearing only the underwear you look the best in (only buy underwear you feel the best in) or get ready naked. it’s like a scientifically proven fact that all boobs are amazing, and i’ve discovered there’s this weird victoria’s secret angel switch that gets flipped when you’re nude putting on makeup or brushing your hair. you just look like a fox.
- don’t be scared to do things you’re really good at in front of people (they want to see) and don’t be scared to talk about how good you are at things (there is a difference between arrogance and confidence, and we’ve been told repeatedly that being proud of ourselves is cocky and unattractive: FUCK THAT, WE’RE JUST THE SHIT, WE CAN’T HELP IT)
- in recent years i’ve discovered that i’m super hot. you also happen to be super hot. i think “super hot” is a combination of attractive, unique, and comfortable. it just took me a long time to learn how to make myself feel and look super hot, learn what you need to do to make yourself realize you’re super hot, and do that. (if you think i’m an idiot and i’m just telling your to put on tons of makeup, read the next bullet)
- make yourself feel pretty. makeup is not a bad thing. no, you don’t need it. no, you don’t have to have it to be “super hot.” but the coolest thing about it is that it’s a useful tool for shaping your hotness into exactly what you’d like to show to the world, and that’s badass. it’s okay if you aren’t born looking the way you feel inside, cause you have the power to tweak. that also goes for your hair, your clothes, etc. for example, do you think your head looks like a penis when your hair is short? grow it out. do you absolutely love when your head looks like a penis? THEN FUCK YEAH KEEP IT THAT WAY
- be honest as much as you possibly can. to yourself, be honest all the time. if you find you are having a really hard time telling certain people the truth, then maybe they are the wrong people for you. do you trust them? do they make you feel bad about yourself? NAH DUDE FUCK THAT
- if you are uncomfortable, you are instantly not super hot. i don’t mean like if you are wearing shoes you love and they hurt your feet. i mean, if you’re shaving your legs every single fucking day and you hate it but you don’t want anyone to say anything. instead, you should only shave your legs so you can feel the pleasure of your smooth legs against the sheets. or because YOU like them shiny when you’re at the beach. only change yourself if to YOU, that is super hot.
- masturbate all the time. that is all.
- the only dude that deserves anyone as super hot as you, is a dude that knows he is super hot. and a dude that realizes you and fawns in the glorious light that is your super hotness.
- don’t go to work if you have nightmares about it. quit and get a new job. you maybe probably aren’t going to love it (hey, maybe you WILL), because it’s work. but if it is affecting your well-being to the point of suffocation then quit. there are tons of shitty jobs that are less shitty than that one.
- you really need to have a catalog of things that you know make you feel better. you will come across these things slowly and randomly. but remember them, and practice them when you feel shitty. you’re going to feel shitty, so be stocked up on plenty of antidotes.
- hurting yourself is so fucking not okay. i cut myself and all i got were these lousy scars. i starved myself and my pretty hair fell out and my brain was all fucked every time i ate anything for years. i tried to kill myself and had to stay in a mental hospital for the most miserable, depressing, loneliest week of my life. i drank myself into a stupor for a couple of months straight and all it did was hinder me learning how to actually help myself and solve my own mental issues. stop all that shit, and start figuring out how to love and how to feel better and how to be badass when you’re all alone and how to feel super hot.
this is the best thing I have ever read on here.
Any suggestions?
I don’t bash on V-day, instead I’m more concerned with appreciating life and the people in it, as well as loving myself <3
I hate feeling like this so I am going to focus on the positive things in my life.
<3 Much love to all of you
I’m so excited that mookychick.com decided to publish my piece on body standards! Please go check it out!
http://www.mookychick.co.uk/feminism-politics/feminism/anti-body-standard.php
Lucky! I’ve been working on a piece for them as well :) Congrats though dear.
Everyone should go check out this article -seriously.
all credit goes to starsinthegutter
i was scrolling through my dash when saw this amazing reply :) dont be afraid to reach out to others, you never know what they might say. you’re not alone. we will listen.
this has to be quite possibly one of the most hideous things i’ve ever seen. ugh.
Why are people like this allowed to live?…Or at least allowed out in public with civilised society?
Because everyone is entitled to their personal style and personality. Her style is what she likes and finds happiness in. The only things that matters is that she likes what she is wearing. Honestly, how would you like it if someone said that about what you like to wear? I’m not trying to be a bitch, but I don’t see the point in putting down other people. What she chooses to put on her body does not affect you in any way. Live and let live.
I posted this awhile ago but I thought it deserved to be reposted.
Originally on my VF Journal
I have been called a bitch. A whore. A slut. A cunt. Heartless, Cold, Vile, Petty, Manipulative, Selfish, Careless, Cruel. I have also been called a friend. A sister. A goddess. A princess. A queen. Lovely, Amiable, Sweet, Compassionate, Honest, Beautiful, Amazing. All of these things have been used to define me -mostly by others, sometimes by myself. I am all of this and none of this at once. I am a human being. I am ever-changing and morphing. Every day I am created into something new and who I was before gets lost forever in time. That is life and it is true of everyone. I could choose to wallow in the nasty comments and feel badly about myself. But where would that get me? Where would that get anyone? The past is the past, it cannot change. The future is yet to come and no one can predict it. It is all a game of chance and fate that everyone plays. So just be. Be yourself, be human. Don’t strive for perfection, you will never reach it. Don’t try to be what others wish of you, you will never achieve that either. Follow your instincts, do what feels right, and don’t beat yourself up about making a mistake. Everyone makes mistakes. Everyone can be a bitch, a cunt, a whore. But everyone can also be a friend or a queen. Or a king! Or whatever else you want to be. That is how this world works. Don’t brood, don’t wallow, don’t sit around in your own misery and cry “Why me?” or curse the existence of those who may have hurt you. You gain nothing from that. Live! Breathe! Smile! Enjoy what is around you and embrace what you do have. That is what I have been learning to do. I’m sure there are those that would happier if I was sitting around depressed all the time. But those people do not matter to me. They do not own me nor will I allow them to define me or dictate my actions. I am a beautifully flawed fucking Queen and anyone that would argue against that does not have a grasp on life yet. And for them I am sorry, but for me, I will smile.
My name is Jordan. I am 14, 5’4”, 105 lbs.
I do not have cancer. I have a disease called Alopecia.
About a year ago, I started to lose my hair very quickly. I had been very healthy all of my life. The doctors diagnosed it as Alopecia, which very simply means unexplainable hair loss. There is no known cure for my condition.
I have lost my hair, my eyebrows, my eyelashes, and all of my body hair. I normally wear a wig because I don’t want people to think that I am very sick.
I wish more than anything I had hair like all the girls in my school. Lately it has been very hard to look in the mirror, but today I am taking the first steps to loving myself.
I am going to tell myself that I am beautiful, because of my smile and my eyes and my confidence. Having this disease has taught me that everyone is beautiful. One day I hope to inspire and help others with the same disease.
How could you NOT reblog this?
you’re gorgeous!!
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im glad theirs people out their like you. be proud of yourself pretty girl
WHY CAN I NOT HAVE YOUR SMILE?!
i never reblogged this. this girl is seriously beautiful. look at her smile.
This is really inspiring. YOU GO, GIRL.
:)
you’re beautiful.
Ads sell more than products, they sell values, images, concepts of love, sexuality, success, and perhaps most importantly of normalcy. To a great extent they tell us who we are and who we should be…
This flawless-ness cannot be achieved, NO ONE looks like this.
This speech is so important, please watch.
WATCH THIS
