minimal makeup
blush and gloss
turquoise nail polish
olive green tank
grey boyfriend tee
cream swing sweater
skinny blue jeans
grey leather boots
silver chain necklace
and a messy (possibly the messiest) bun
By some accounts I don’t even really match but today when I looked in the mirror I felt pretty and quite simply satisfied. There are few days this happens so I relish the peace of mind and acceptance of myself. Why was today different? What has changed? My clothes weren’t new; I hadn’t just had my hair done, and pretty sure I was a pound or two heavier after that Girl Scout cookie binge last night…If only I could discover the magic formula I might be able to feel this way everyday
Being a girl is tough…or I guess I mean being a woman is tough. Even the times when I chastise myself there’s a part of me calling out the ridiculousness of it. I mean I am a fairly “normal” person. No deformities, not the heaviest, not the skinniest, generally considered moderately attractive…So why is it I torture myself with false ideas of beauty. Yes, I said FALSE, I don’t like the phrase “unrealistic view of beauty” because it’s all relative, at least from my point of view.
There’s no real closure for this, just a conundrum I think many others can identify with. Maybe I’ll get lucky and these good vibes will continue on thru the weekend.
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