|Cat Ears Headband: Toycon PH 2013 purchase|
“People often say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder; and I say that the most liberating thing about beauty is realizing that you are the beholder.” – Salma Hayek
|With cousin and sister, theblacksheeproject.blogspot.com | Shoes: Diesel|
It has never been an easy journey and every day I struggle to show people that I am happy and I accept things as they are while constantly working hard to improve myself, my health and the way I feel inside. But there would be times when I feel like I want to push a “fast forward” button just because it still gets to me. No matter how many motivational quotes or blogs or books I read, when people say it, when people make fun of you and when people judge you for the way you look, it will still get to you. It still does.
My positive motivations would sometimes turn into insecurities of “how I wish I am like blah blah blah” and it just confuses me if I am still being pushed into becoming better in my own point of view or because I just don’t want to be made fun of anymore. Yes, this is an outfit post and a personal post on my thoughts about things lately.
|Swim Wear: Sogo/SM Department Store|
I am imperfect. I hate my arms. They’re not a match with my current body size/shape. I kind of don’t like my nose, the other day I was getting talked into having a nose job and to tell you quite frankly, I’m not totally against the idea but neither am I saying YES to the nose job yet. I want to have longer legs. Well, I just want to. I wanted to have a bigger butt because it just isn’t proportioned with my body shape.
But from the aforementioned things about what I don’t like about my body, I suddenly realized I love my skin color and how mocha-ish it is now because our recent swimming escapade. I love my hair because it’s not curly, not so straight but just the right kind of wave some people wanted to have. I love my eyes. It’s so easy to put makeup on them. I love my cheek bones and how they just show up when I smile. Oh, I love my smile; it makes me feel beautiful all the time. I love the cute little dimple on my left cheek. I love showing it off! I love my fingers and how soft my hands are. I love my tattoos; they gave me temporal pain but lifetime of art on my body. I love the way I talk, the way I walk with confidence and the way I converse with people especially when I’m complimented about how I am actually intellectually stimulating.
And to think I was feeling insecure.
This post is not something I’ve thought about like how it would end or what the conclusion should be. I just started off with the idea of an outfit post and the fact that I hated how my arms look like in the picture and voila, I came up with this.
Things will never be easy for girls like me but I know that there is beauty in me which some people may disregard. Still, I know there are those few who appreciates who I am, what I look like and how I strive to be a better person every day.