Discovering My Personal Style
Discovering My Personal Style
Needless to say, it hasn’t been easy. Lucky for me, I was fortunate not to be influenced by outside forces: aka, the modern world in the form of public school. Because they would have attached stereotypes to me at best and bullied me at worst.
Before puberty, I didn’t really care about my style, because at that point I didn’t even know who I was. I didn’t have a firm grasp on what my likes, dislikes, personal goals and dreams were, and that was fine - it was normal. I was still learning about new things every day.
When puberty did hit and I suddenly started to care, things got confusing fast. For one thing, I went from being an elfin waif to a Germanic/Latina so full of curves the “teen” clothing section was not an option for me. So I turned to thrift store oddities and boys’ clothes… and growing my hair out to Sailor Moon anime lengths. Looking back, I think I knew I wasn’t going to be one of those people that strictly adhered to ever changing fashions, I wanted practicality and comfort, but all while still maintaining my femininity.
Those years, from my early teens to my early twenties, were hard on me, because I didn’t know who I was and what I wanted, so I lacked confidence in myself. Mid twenties weren’t all that helpful either. But between living abroad, working miserable jobs to save up for grad school and of course grad school itself, I didn’t have a lot of time and brainpower to stop and really reflect on what kind of styles felt like me.
And that was the missing piece I wasn’t getting for the longest time; what did I gravitate towards, what aesthetics brought me joy, what styles made me feel the most comfortable to be in my own skin?
Over the years, I think I picked up bits and pieces but didn’t put them together until recently. As a teen I wore boys’ cargo pants all the time. In my early twenties I had lots of tailored blouses. In my mid twenties I finally mastered some makeup techniques. In the past few years I’ve been on a 1940s-1960s vintage kick.
The result is what I think of as “Audrey Hepburn meets Evelyn O'Connell in the 21st century” (with a little Anazen originality thrown in).
So for those of you who are still trying to find your style, don’t feel pressured to do so. I didn’t know what mine was until I hit 30, and to be honest, it might change later! But right now, this is what I like and feel the most comfortable in. And for those that have found a style that doesn’t fit a stereotype; ignore the boxes! Especially if like me, you were worried about how your unique style would cause others to form false opinions of you before they got to know you. That’s not your concern, it’s completely on them. True relationships aren’t about what the other person is wearing.
We live in an age where it is ridiculously easy to experiment with an endless selection of styles and combinations, so it’d be a shame not to find a look that is perfect for you.
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No healing for this curvy girl in Bridgerton season 3 (slight spoilers)
I was so looking forward to this season and seeing a woman with curves get honest to goodness romantic sex scenes.
For so long the sex scenes with curvy girls in film have been shown with a tone of humor or disgust or pity.
And Bridgerton season 3 was supposed to change all of that. Except it didn’t. Not for me, anyway.
Because while other Bridgerton heroines have been stripped clean of their clothes, with their entire body on full display, Penelope was not.
In all her scenes she was never completely undressed save for one brief moment that isn’t even shown fully. We get one quick glimpse of her glorious bosom and then she delegated to being covered up with a blanket. Colin goes so far as to pull the blanket to cover her up more at one point!
We don’t get to see her beautiful curves. They’re continuously hidden like it’s a shameful thing to show a woman whose waist isn’t small, with a stomach that jiggles, thighs that don’t fit neatly in a man’s hands, and breasts that aren’t small and perky.
What I got out of Bridgerton season 3 is that yes, you curvy girls can have a love interest who isn’t also plus size, but only because he thinks you’re interesting, not because you’re beautiful. And yes, being interesting is going to last longer than beauty, but is it too much to ask to be both?
It seems even today on a super progressive show, the answer is still “yes”.
Probably comes as no surprise @a-lighthouse-a-man-a-city lol!
A friend sent me this! Seems peachy fun~!
Tagging: @moonstrider9904, @crazyghostdongbom, @batmanthegreatorphan, @byzzii, @notsoskinnyfriend, @drinkforindigestion, and @- anyone who happens to read this and wants to try! Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ
Favorite Sonic IDW Moments 💙🦔💨 Part 2
Movie Tag!
Tagged by @a-lighthouse-a-man-a-city
Name one move release for each year of your life:
rules: list movies you’ve seen according to their release dates each year you’ve been alive
1989 - Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade
1990 - Kiki's Delivery Service
1991 - Beauty and the Beast
1992 - Aladdin
1993 - Hocus Pocus
1994 - The Swan Princess
1995 - Sabrina
1996 - Sense and Sensibility
1997 - Princess Mononoke
1998 - The Prince of Egypt
1999 - The Mummy
2000 - Miss Congeniality
2001 - Lara Croft: Tomb Raider
2002 - Star Wars: Episode II Attack of the Clones
2003 - Peter Pan
2004 - The Phantom of the Opera
2005 - Corpse Bride
2006 - Last Holiday
2007 - Miss Potter
2008 - Wall-E
2009 - Sherlock Holmes
2010 - Knight and Day
2011 - Captain America: The First Avenger
2012 - Rise of the Guardians
2013 - Star Trek: Into Darkness
2014 - Dracula Untold
2015 - Strange Magic
2016 - Kubo and the Two Strings
2017 - Coco
2018 - This Beautiful Fantastic
2019 - Spies in Disguise
2020 - Over the Moon
2021 - Black Widow
(2015 was so hard to decide, so many of my favorite movies came out that year. And then 2019 was super sparse xD )
I hate my reproductive organs so much.
I don’t want kids. Never have, never will.
And for once, I’m convinced my body actually understands that (though it doesn’t seem to bother learning anything else going on with my personal wants).
So in a show of passive aggression for not being used to their fullest potential, my periods tend to be bad. Either I’m in a ton of pain, or I’m bleeding so much it looks like someone got murdered in my bathroom.
But for the past two months, I haven’t had my period. And rather than be worried, I was ecstatic. I was actually hoping my uterus had shriveled up to the point where I’d never have a period again!
And then the week of a major event started, and my organs were like, “oh, you have a ten day trip with your family happening in the next few days? That seems like the perfect time to BLEED.”
Touché, reproductive system. But I’m still not having babies.
“Two Ladybugs? I’m in heaven!” -Cat Noir
I just love the looks on everyone’s faces here: priceless!
Cat is just so totally happy/overwhelmed that he’s now got double his love, while Ladybug...
Not really sure if they’re looking at Cat Noir or each other, but I love how their expressions are so different from each other.
Marinette #2 (the one on the left - the non time traveler), is giving off a look of “oh my gosh, seriously? What incredibly inappropriate thing he is thinking of now?”
While Marinette #1 (the one of the right - the one that traveled in time), has a sort of bored “Ah, there he is with the jokes again. But at least he’s alive, so I guess I can let it go this time.” Because she’s the one that witnessed him sacrifice his life for her. She’s bound to be less annoyed with him as #2 (who has no knowledge of what he did - or what he’s capable of doing).
Or at least those are my thoughts ;3
A comment made by one of my favorite artists here on Tumblr (and DA), that really made my day. I was beginning to think I was the only one that had a thing for masked men! xD
Did you intend for Cal to be smokin' hot or is it a happy coincidence?
Bit of both~
He’s an incubus. Being hot is literally his JOB. So his design is a lot of what I personally find appealing/attractive in a character, aka faceless masked figures, but I never expected him to be so popular with everyone else (I’m so glad though haha!)
Wanted to see how this works. (P.S. fave character on TFP)
On September 11, 2001, the day my young life tilted towards adulthood, I remember exactly what I was doing when the Twin Towers came down.
I was having a piano lesson.
I remember it starting out like any other Tuesday morning. I know it did because I can’t remember the details of the ‘before’ because I was just a kid, and such trivial things like what I was wearing and what I had for breakfast and whether I’d gotten into a fight with my sister yet wasn’t important enough to stay in my head for more than an hour.
My sister and I took piano lessons from the same sweet little old lady who lived a few streets down from us at the time. My mother homeschooled us, so we always had the morning lessons. It was my sister’s week to start first, and my mom and I were left to wait on the old fashioned chaise lounge.
And then my teacher’s husband, who never came in during lessons, appeared. He said something to the adults, I don’t remember what. But whatever it was, it was enough for my mom to leave with him to where they had their TV set.
I can’t remember if I got my turn on the piano. I honestly don’t even remember leaving. My memory jumps from my piano teacher’s parlor to my mother sitting in front of our TV, her eyes glazed over, her posture hunched and rigid.
Because my papi wasn’t there to tell her everything would be alright.
He was in law enforcement at the time, and by the time the second tower had come down, his work had put everyone in lockdown, underground, and unable to contact anyone until the danger had passed.
I can’t remember how long it lasted, until my papi was able to come home. I can only remember my mom, sitting on the couch, staring at the TV, praying for the victims, praying for the first responders, and praying that her husband would come home.
During that whole time, we didn’t have school, we didn’t have activities, we didn’t have anything. My sister and I didn’t take advantage of all the free time. Instead, we sat in our rooms, and every once in a while, went to see if mom had moved, the signal that papi was coming home.
I say that’s the day my life tilted towards adulthood, not because I understood what was going on, but because for the first time in my life, I realized adults could be afraid too. That the people I had always looked to for stability could be shaken too. And that one day, I was going to have to be one of them.
In the last twenty years since that day, I’ve grown up. I’ve completed school, got a job, got a home of my own and got a cat. By all accounts, I’ve become an adult.
And now that I am, the understanding of what happened that day has only become worse.
My papi did come home safe. But there were so many that didn’t, or didn’t come home at all. So many people whose lives become harder after what happened that day.
My heart goes out to the victims, the regular heroes, and the people who were negatively impacted by the events and still continue to be to this day.
I don’t have the elegant words to offer hope, or the phrases to convey my sympathy to its fullest.
But I couldn’t let this day, now 20 years later, pass without saying, “I remember…”
And perhaps, remembering what happened, how it affected people, and thinking about what we learned and can do in the future, is enough.
3 Quotes of Mine (that pretty much sum up everything you really need to know about me)
“I would say Akhenaten is one of my least favorite Pharaohs.”
“I thought a ‘Vote of no Confidence’ was just a Star Wars thing.”
“I’ll put the bullets underneath the zebra cakes.”
(And yes, I have actually said all of these out loud in conversations with other people)
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