OOTD: Accepting Things and Being Better

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.

Shirt: Kirra

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.