So some lady came up to me the other day and said “Dear, you are so pretty. Why do you feel the need to put holes in your face and dye your hair such outrageous colors?” At the time I did not know how to respond, but I felt embarrassed and sort of awkwardly giggled and shrugged. Had I had time to respond, I know what I would have said.
What I would have said is that the reason I do these things is because I am comfortable with myself enough to push the limitations of what society expects in a female. We’re all expected to dye our hair natural shades of color and wear dresses, have long hair and be a homemaker. Since I was a child I had never identified with these norms, I always wore crazy outfits and mismatched my socks (something I still do to this day). I have never really felt like I fit in and something my parents can attest to is that I have always beat to my own drum. The truth is that I do what I want because I do not care what other people think of me and I identify beauty with individuality and uniqueness. So what if my hair is yellow and I have tattoos? What matters is the confidence that girls give off, and I have a sort of comfortableness with the way I look that allows me to radiate that. The truth is that if I didn’t have these holes in my face or outrageous colors in my hair I wouldn’t feel pretty or confident with the way that I look because I would lose my own sense of identity. Jobs may ask me to change my hair color and people may stare at my partially bald head, but the truth is that their perception of beauty and their idea of normal is something I do not plan to ever adapt to, and I hope girls like me never lose sight of their crazy, outlandish ways. We’re the girls of your generation who will change things because we reject the common viewpoint of what is to be expected with femininity and allow a certain edge and mindset to show that a female is a female based on her confidence levels, not on her hair color or piercing or tattoo choices. If pretty is dying my hair a normal color and hiding my piercings, then I’m fine admitting to the fact that I am not pretty because I am so much more than that.
That’s one of the most magnificent, encouraging things I’ve ever read. I’m in love with you.
i can’t help but wonder what today will end up like before my head hits the pillow…
shes into dirt roads n fishin holes. four wheel drive is the way she rolls, shes just a product of her roots. n shes a big flirt, aint afraid to work, got a front row seat in that little white church, all decked out in her cowgirl boots. shes a glorified angel of the south. yea shes a barefooted, beer drinkin, bad mother watch your mouth.
i’m tired. i’m just tired. so tired.
Potterheads for equality!
all things love & all things relatable.
go step on a lego.
i miss having someone to read the sunday secrets with.
i wrote a poem
I almost scrolled past this but it’s actually really fucking deep…
- fetuses do not think
- they do not “scream out” when they are aborted
- they have no brain function and no nerve endings until long after the deadline for a legal abortion
- they aren’t “sad” when you abort them
- they do not “realize what is happening”
And these aren’t my beliefs, they’re scientific facts
Abandoned Amusement Park in New Orleans
I love this. So much.
Great advice. #country #fish #gentleman #myboyfriend #love #Instapic #repost
so fucking angry.