#imperfections
it’s beautiful, the real shit.
it’s a process, you know, owning up to your shit. first you aren’t aware your shit even exists, you deny it to yourself. but eventually you realize what’s really going on. &you realize that thing you’ve labeled //flaw// is a thing you should hide from the world. so then you spend years trying to fake it. //it’s exhausting. it changes you//. you get so caught up in trying to hide your one bit of imperfection that you lose all the rest of you. but //there’s hope// cause one day you realize, life should not be this hard. you realize speaking your truth is so much easier than finding five ways to cover it up. so you show your shit. &you know what, it’s beautiful. //the imperfect, the vulnerability, the realness//. by showing yourself to others, maybe just maybe you help someone, anyone start their process towards real truth, real life, being finally able to breathe.
6 Reasons To Release “Goal Weight” Clothing From Your Closet
Yesterday I was having a conversation with somebody regarding keeping old clothes that used to fit with hopes that they will fit again in the future. This person asked me my opinion on this, and it brought me back to the times that I have also had “Goal Weight” clothing hanging in my closet.
Everything comes down to how something makes us feel inside because everything in this Universe is…
Maging tayo lang, araw-araw, magiging best date ever.
Kahit sinagot mo na ako, liligawan parin kita araw-araw.
Pupunasan ko luha mo pag umiiyak ka. Yayakapin kapag natatakot ka.
Bubuhatin pag pagod ka na. Papaypayan kapag naiinitan. Papayungan kapag nauulanan. Papasayahin kapag nalulungkot. Tutulungan sa mga assignment mo. Sasamahan kahit san pumunta.
Hahawakan ko kamay mo kapag nalulungkot ka, kapag natatakot ka o kahit wala lang, basta’t maramdaman mo sa mga palad ko na mahal kita kahit di ko sinasabi.
Yayakapin kita ng mahigpit para malaman mo kung gaano kita namiss, kung gaano ka kahalaga sakin, kung gaano ka kaprotektado pag ako kasama mo, at kung gaano kainit ang pagmamahal na nararamdaman ko para sayo.
Kahit na pagbawalan mo ko sa mountain dew,kahit na tumulo sipon mo, kahit na magpatakan balakubak mo, kahit na umutot ka sa harap ko, kahit late ka lagi magreply, okay lang, kasi mahal ko ang buong pagkatao mo, kahit ang konting imperfections mo.
Sabay tayong manonood ng sunset, at pag gabi na, magbibilang tayo ng stars. Sabay tayong magdadasal. Sabay nating tutupadin mga pangarap natin. Sabay tayong tatanda.
Hahawakan ko kamay mo upang ipakita sa buong mundo, may paki man sila o wala, kung gaano ako kaswerte sayo. Dahil tinupag ng Diyos ang dasal ko.
Kahit di na sumikat ang araw araw-araw, makita lang kita, liliwanag na ang
buhay ko. Makita ko lang ang ngiti mo, nasa langit na ako.
Maging tayo lang, araw-araw, magiging best date ever. Taga mo pa sa moon.
Sana maging tayo nga.
It makes you think about you, about the things you’ve done and about the things you are going to do.
I always define myself as insane, crazy or mad, just because I see things in a different way. That doesn’t make me what I think I am, I think it makes me special, and I recently discovered this because of my new boyfriend.
It can sound really stupid, but he made me look at my life from a different point of view. I am not the jealous girlfriend or insane girl, actually, I am very comprehensive and mature. We just need to analyze our lives from a different point of view and see that our imperfections make us perfect.
Those imperfections are the ones that make us special.
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It’s been sort of my policy for over a year, but I think probably would be important to mention it. Awhile back I slowly did less and less retouching, to the point where I’ve basically left people as they are. Besides a few things, primarily temporary stuff (ie random bruise from a drunken night, bug bite etc), or things people ask me to remove (some people dislike self harm scars in their photos), I will basically leave people as they are.
Too many times I’ve come across people who are self conscious about stretch marks (when practically everyone I know has stretch marks of some sort).
Too many times people have been paranoid about tiny rolls from the way they sit (when even the skinniest people are I know can get rolls)
Too many people genuinely concerned and self conscious about tiny things on their body that EVERYONE experiences. Whether it’s scars, moles, freckles, arm hair, stubble, etc everyone has an issue.
And why is that? Because much of art and media has a tendency of minimizing or removing these things. Through its absence, we see perceive these things as not normal, and more so, not beautiful.
I don’t want to participate in that anymore. I haven’t for awhile and I will even further push this mentality and focus more on things we perceive to be “imperfections”.
Beauty comes in all shapes, sizes, colors and forms. Removing what makes us unique is just minimizing that fact.
Final note: This isn’t a shot at those who do use photoshop to retouch these things. Everyone is free to create their own vision as they wish. I just didn’t feel comfortable doing it anymore myself. I simply wasn’t satisfied.
My favorite thing to be is me.