Despite efforts to thwart body image issues, they continue to flurry. As you wander though any checkout line the magazine headlines are still hammering this idea of the “Perfect Beach Body.” They claim ways to slim away those extra pounds and wrap viewers with an unsettling feeling; one of needing to alter oneself to fit society, fit the trend, fit into that bikini. Instead of admiring celebrities and idols for their accomplishments, personality, and compassion, we as a society have placed physical beauty as an attribute to replicate. It’s great to have role models but when the sole reason you look up to someone is because they have luscious lips or thin hips, it’s a step too far. Girls and women whittle away instead of growing in self-love and acceptance. It’s so frustrating! Continue reading
It’s strange how a place can become so engraved into the person you’ve become. These Midwestern walls and buildings where lovely backgrounds, these sweet prairie grassland escapes, these roundabout buses and broken sidewalks I will never forget. It’s always hard to say goodbye, but grander things are coming. It seems my creative energy has supercharged and I need to be somewhere that I can plug in and electrify. L.A. bound, I couldn’t be more excited for this new journey. Continue reading
I was blissfully nostalgic when I returned home for the weekend and found myself outside. I climbed into the recently repurposed fort swinging like a monkey. My hair in my face, wind rustling the leaves, full on jungle girl. I mean things were so ah, wonderful. But my mind was clogged and my pink cheeks flushed.
The thought of someone finding me with my legs jutting from the rafters pulled me to the reality of a wall calendar announcing that another birthday had passed.
A silly concept bouncing around in our minds that blocks true joy. I should be inside watching the latest celebrity gossip. I should be sipping mimosas and reading poetry to find relaxation. I should be testing out eye creams and age defying vitamins. Oh my, why limit myself? I could have simply wandered to the backyard and reminisced, but something within me activated and sang, “You are still young!” The plywood and lounge chairs can attest to my smile. The art of living with appreciation. The things and people we allow into our lives should be celebrated with the upmost enthusiasm; same with the choices we make unflinchingly.
People grow up embarrassed by the braces glued to their teeth, their favorite striped socks and sandals combo, for admitting to love “Twilight” or enjoying a splash of hot sauce with their veggies. Instead be proud!
Hanging upside down, I felt free. Pursing happiness is currently an act of defiance in our society. Well, call me a rebel.
p.s. Here is my weekly vlog! I had the joy of discovering some wonderful independent publications Grunge ‘n’ Art and The Messy Heads. Reading up on positivity and creativity shaping the lives of others, echoes all that I strive for on this blog. It makes me happy to see others sending a good message. Also notable, my senior thesis presentation went well. I turned 22. And I later took a nap in the same fort I called my play palace. Hope everyone has had a lovely Monday.
Our society is manufacturing unhappy people. As a soon to be college graduate I’m in a state of panic brought on by the social expectations of securing a repetitive job. I’m supposed to settle. Climbing the next rung on this ladder to (supposed) success. Sad.
Did you know that depression is reported to be effecting more people than ever before? People waste away via this online game of likes. This life of dissatisfaction. We are taught that we must strive for recognition. “Look at me, aren’t I cool?!?” We have to be wealthy and buy the latest products to enhance our imperfections. We are never enough.
It’s time to unsubscribe from this thought process. Unplug. Find contentment beyond your tattered jeans or drawn on eyebrows. Get lost in a world of self-love.
I will not stifle my creativity, my urge to steep my life with stories and snapshots. Expressing myself through clothing that speaks to me instead of the trends that speak to other bloggers, magazines, and celebrities. Listen and trust myself. I will not be stressed looking for a job to fill society’s expectation. With my blog redesign, I’m ready to explore my thoughts and stop fretting about nonsense. Maybe my head is in the clouds. Maybe just maybe, that’s where it should be.