Showing posts with label confidence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label confidence. Show all posts
superficial bitch
i wish i would invest the hours that i spent with googling beauty doctors in learning to fix my soul, rather than my face.
i wish i could invest the days i spent laying in bed and feeling as shitty as i look, reading books and finding out more about the world instead of more imperfections on my body.
Instead of opening parcels with new clothes, i should open up my mind.
i spent way too much time trying to impress men, that are not even worth my attention.
i don't understand why i'm searching for recognition in strangers, longing after being wanted by fuckboys, in being objectived and loved for just a few minutes.
i dont know why, because afterwards all i do is shower for hours, trying to get their poisen out of my system.
i'm scared of grwoing older and of wrinkles and bigger eyebags and not being whistled at by creepy men.
and i'm aware that i'm stupid for being more afraid of being rejected than of being molested and killed.
i'm naive for thinking that i would be happier if i was just pretty - as if the darkness in my heart and all my worries would disappear and the cloud over my head would lighten up, if my hair was blond, my teeth less yellow and my eyes brighter.
i wish i could dye my thoughts like i dye my hair.
i wish i would be happy with being full of food, instead i'm fed up with my own needs.
i should be happy for not starving like so many people are, instead i wish i could just rip off my fat and feel my bones again.
imagine i didn't have to hide all my mirrors behind black scarfs like i hide my selfhatred behind arrogance.
i guess not supposed to mourn the lost of my self-confidence, when sectretly i'd celebrate my own death.
i tell myself to be more grateful and less demanding, i want to force myself to be happy with what i got, with the genes my parents gave me, but i find myself too often desiring to shrink my nose and grow my boobs, and even then i would find new things to hate.
i need to replace my insecurity with determination and my self-loathing with self-loving but i could as well scream into the void, it would have the same effect.
i should demand respect and love from myself, but that's impossible if i dont know how i feels to be appreciated by other people. and it's a lot to ask someone to be with you, i you can't even stand yourself.
i try to spent more time being happy and less time being fat and self-critical, but that's hard when chocolate is the only thing that's there for me at 3 am.
But sugar doesn't fill the hole, neither do dicks.
People tell me that my selfworth should be determined by my actions and words and not my weight or the length of my hair, but i'm being more judged by my bad looks than my good intentions.
i know that my body is not as much of a problem as my brain, but i feel like i'd be much happier with out both of them.
instead of being a superficial bitch i should just be a strong bitch, a woman that doesn't give a fuck about what people think, a woman whos not afraid of being judged.
i aim to try less to be beautiful and more to be better, to be a good person and not a pretty woman, but i'm succeeding at neither one of them.
Dear You
Dear
You,
This is it - you've made it.
This is your birthday, the day you have waited for 365 days - well not
exactly.
You've waited for the magic-day when everything would change,
when everything would feel right and you'd be ready.
This day didn't really happen.
You always hoped this year would be different.
You always believed the next year would be better,
you would wake up and realize what you wanted from life
and everything would happen the way you dreamed it.
You hoped you would finally be good enough for everyone else,
most importantly for yourself.
Dear you,
You did great.
You’re one year older,
you made it through another year
and look how much (you) changed.
There may be no prince or princess charming,
but who cares,
you got an army of knights in shining armour,
great people in your life, that try to do anything for you to make you
happy.
And you are a queen,
you don't need another person by your side to rule over your kingdom.
Dear You,
You are still young and figuring stuff out,
you’re confused and scared and angry
and this is exactly what you are supposed to be.
No one is born perfect or becomes a perfect human being in the first 18
years.
Some people never really figure it out, but that’s okay.
It’s fine.
You’ll be fine.
Give yourself time.
I’m glad you made it to this point in your life.
And you will make it so much further.
Dear You,
Please read this and know that I like you very much,
not in any weird or sexual way,
in a i-want-you-to-be-happy-and-warm-and-safe-kinda-way
and I did this
- not to copy your work or because I’m too lazy to think of new
blog posts -
but because growing up is scary
and I don’t know how you are or how your life has been,
but I know that it’s all just too much sometimes and overwhelming
and this is your reminder that it will be okay anyway.
Dear everyone out there,
I (re)wrote this for someone special
and hopfully without getting trouble with copyright issues,
i want to use her words right now:
“No matter what happens.
You are extraordinary and no one has the right to bring you down.”
Sincerely,
Me
Look at your face, look at your thighs, look at your life - you my dear, need a make-over! - Part 2 of 2
(read part
1 here and thank you to all the open-minded and kind-hearted people who wanted
to join us and took pictures of their naked faces: you are beautiful)
It really is a confidence and self-image thing: If you just decide that you’re beautiful – come on, do it right now – if you just wake up one morning and wear what you want and act like you are the sexiest and prettiest person, even if you don’t feel it, even if you have to fake that self-esteem for a little while and just pretend that you like yourself – other people won’t see the difference - they’ll notice that you feel comfortable in your own skin and see how you move your body and act and I promise you, that your self-love will influence the way others perceive you.
You shouldn’t try to look good for other people, but for yourself – and I think most of us already do that.
We don’t wear make-up to impress a boy or make some girls jealous, we do it, because it makes us look more like the picture we have of ourselves in the head. It might make you more you and you feel better about yourself and when you feel that way on the inside, it shows on the outside.
An important addition: you’re not a special snowflake because you never wear make-up nor should we shame people who don’t – this is a personal choice and you should do whatever floats your boat and wear the amount you feel comfortable with .
What other people decide to put on their face/or don’t put on their face is none of your business.
The reason you might think other people like you, is because you look attractive – but it’s not, it’is because you look confident, centered and collected and maybe even happy and have a positive vibe around you.
That’s what attracts human beings more then 90/60/90 or muscles or a face sculpted by the gods – it’s not the double D or the big D, but two Cs: Confidence and charisma.
I once had a crush on someone who looked like a Greece god and had the perfect human body and a face beyond beauty. I learned quickly, that he had an awful sense of humor, no empathy or interest for anyone whatsoever and was as arrogant as you can get.
My crush on him disappeared faster than John Green can talk.
You can’t change your looks, but you can change your attitude.
That’s something I really want to bring across: looks don’t matter as much as the thoughts in your brain and your behavior towards other people.
Why don’t you compliment someone for an inner quality, for a good idea, a joke, their friendship – yes it’s nice to know that someone likes the way you dress or your lipstick, but clothes change, the memories fade and your hips, your boobs and facial features are not your choice, the way you act is.
You won’t get anywhere when you’re just pretty. But you can achieve a lot with a brain and a heart.
After reading all this, I want you to stop looking in a mirror and start looking into yourself.
Is this what you want to see? Do you like yourself? Are you happy with the way you look? Is this what you want others to “see”? Can you remember the last time you did something for someone, just for the sake of their happiness? Are you someone you would want to be friends with?
So here’s your make-over in 3 easy steps:
First of all, try to love yourself the way others should love you. Admire your curves, the way your hair feels after a shower, appreciate how your eyes catch the light. Accept your weaknesses and nobody can use them against you.
The second step is – be a good person. Be the best version of yourself you can be. Be gentle and caring, listen and talk back, tell jokes but don’t laugh at other people.
It’s the small things that matter.
A smile, a helping hand, give them your heart, your ear and parts of your brain when they need advice.
Or your butt if you’re into that kinda thing.
And the last step is: be patient. Nothing will change overnight, not you, neither humanity, you have to take small steps and it’s a bit of work, but you’ll see, that it’s worth it.
You are not your face or your cup size or your weight, you’re your decisions and feelings and passions and people won’t like you for your looks, but for your love.
Your appearance does not define your present or your future, has nothing to do with the people you want to be surrounded with, your right of a great job or your possibility to be happy.
Watch this:
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Nick Vujicic
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“Why do you put your self esteem in the hands of complete strangers?” (Helena Bonham Carter) - Part 1 of 2
(
Disclaimer: i'd normally apologise for a naked face or for my face in general,because - i won't lie - it is hard to post something on the internet, but that would absolutly destroy the whole point of the following article so just embrace the make-up-freeness and the imperfections or don't, i kind of don't care anymore)
We always try to be our best selves.
Personality-wise…sometimes….
Character-wise….rare….we’re not always as polite as we could be, as helpful, honest or as caring as we actually could be. Because we are lazy and self-centered.
But you know what we always try to be the best at? Looking good.
For most of us it’s a confidence-thing – the better we look, the better we feel,
we feel powerful and attractive and like we could get whatever we want because that’s how our society works – the better you look, the hotter you are the more you can achieve.
But why is that the way how things work?
Why do so many things depend on our appearance and not even on our perspective of it - if we like it - but we count on other people to like our face and body.
Doesn’t this sound weird to you?
Why is so much influenced by the fact that strangers find us beautiful?
I can give you an answer – because we think beauty equales happiness.
Bare in mind, Beauty is not a strict concept. It’s subjective, so basically we all are trying to reach a goal that’s not even defined.
Did you
ever consider that even if the whole world thinks you’re stunning, but you cry
looking into a mirror, their opinion doesn’t count in that case?
You can look like the love child of David Beckham and Adriana Lima and still be so unhappy that you want to kill yourself.
Beauty means nothing without the right mind set.
Others can say whatever they want, if you don’t see it that way, it’s wasted energy.
Now think about it. If the whole world thinks you’re ugly, but you like the way you look – which opinion matters the most?
You can look like the love child of David Beckham and Adriana Lima and still be so unhappy that you want to kill yourself.
Beauty means nothing without the right mind set.
Others can say whatever they want, if you don’t see it that way, it’s wasted energy.
Now think about it. If the whole world thinks you’re ugly, but you like the way you look – which opinion matters the most?
And did this one thought ever cross your mind:
You are harsher on yourself than others
probably are and the mirror can lie.
Have a look.
For the sake of an experiment, what happens
when you actually do let other people
describe you and put your self-esteem in their hands? Watch this:
when you actually do let other people
describe you and put your self-esteem in their hands? Watch this:
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