Beauty Is In Everyone.

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Okay, you see this picture right here? That’s my face.
No, this is not a post in which I present myself to you guys. I have my own picture on my profile and even if you didn’t see it, my indentity is not news worthy.

I want to point out, that is my face. The picture isn’t fresh, meaning it’s not from Today, but I am freshly showered and I have freshly brushed minty teeth on the picture, with zero amounts of make-up whatsoever. That is how I am. That’s it.

I am not a victim of the bullying that is unfortunately often in the world, mainly on the internet, when it comes to determing someone’s beauty and the judgement of their looks. I don’t know if it’s because I had luck, because I do have pictures on the Internet on a few different social media’s, or it’s because I have stumbled upon people who think I am attractive.

Either way, I am so freaking sick of the uncontrolable judgement and abuse that is happening all over the world, each day to hundreds of different people. I am sick of hearing, and more so reading comments on any social media (Mostly Twitter and Instagram but all are included) anytime someone posts a picture, things that point out the smallest flaws and imperfections on a person’s face or body. Not to mention I am sick of people who are plain mean who aim to hurt the person by stating straight up insults.

“You’re ugly”, ”Ugh, your nose is too big”, ”You’re fat”, you’re this, you’re that.

First of all, Why?
Who wakes up and feels the need to write that. Why do you feel compelled to write the nastiest comment just because you’re given the option. Why can’t you over come the things you don’t find attractive on that person and focus on the smallest positive thing. It can be as simple as complementing the earrings that person is wearing. His or her necklace, glasses, sunglasses, ring, hair, the way they dress, their shirt or jeans. All of the effort you put into restricting yourself from writing a nasty comment can do wonders for the person you’re going to instead compliment.
No, this does not mean this; Oh, I hate this picture, your legs look fat but I do like your earrings.

What are you expecting from a comment like that? Do you expect that this person will give such importance to your comment that they’re going to go and try to change that? Change their appearence for you and society, just for the 10 seconds you spend on their Instagram or Twitter account to write that comment.

Second of all; Nobody is perfect and neither are you. You don’t think that this person knows their flaws and imperfections? You don’t think they know their skin isn’t perfect, or that their teeth aren’t as white as they could be or that they have trouble adjusting their weight. What gives you the right to go and point out flaws in a person. Do you think you’re perfect? Do you think you have reached all the ”standards of beauty” and nobody can say anything bad about your face and figure?

Just as a reminder; By leaving a comment, thinking that you’re trying to be ”rational” about someone’s apperance, when it’s only just to point out that they have ”big” flaws in their apperance (like that’s such a horrible thing), really show cases a big character flaw you have.

I am no saint. I have said mean things to somebody, out of jealousy and anger and when I simply disliked a person. Be it privately or a celebrity of some sort. I know what you’re thinking. What gives you the right to ”preach” about it then. Nobody is a saint, but I think it’s important to still have that awareness in the back of our minds that it is NOT OKAY. Because, as long as you have that, you just might control your words and not let your tongue be faster than your brain. You have the understanding and therefore, stop yourself from doing something that you wouldn’t like to be done to you. 

You don’t want people to point out your flaws, you know your flaws. If you try to embrace them or work on them if you can, you shouldn’t be judged for it.

Everyone has an opinion, and you have the right to think someone is unattractive to you. I may be the ugliest person in the world for someone reading this. You have the right to think what you want too, but that doesn’t mean you have the right to hurt people’s feelings intentionally.

Luckily, there are people that go through this, ”normal” average people and bigger public figures and celebrities that have enough confidence and strength to deal with it. But cyber bullying of any kind can lead do horrific things happening that have unchangeable consequences. Do you really want to a possible part of that? Like so many were, in the deaths of so many young teenagers. That is a big, very big issue that doesn’t really fit with what I wrote above, but I felt it necessary to say that sometimes, everything goes too far.

Everything and anything can be an insecurity. You don’t know what that may be. Stick to the positive. As a wise, clumsy rabbit once said; If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.

There is no such thing as an image of beauty, something that defines it and says THIS IS IT. People see other people differently. Is this really so hard to understand? Someone’s batt is another person’s angel.
This goes for both the male and female sex. Not only women are descriminated against and bullied when it comes to looks.

Angelina Jolie was nominated as one of the most beautiful women, if not the most beautiful women in the world. To me, she is not. I was going to make a comparison, but that would demolish everything I have said here. To me, she is scary. I feel this way, but I don’t feel the need to go on her Instagram or even search up news about her just to leave my opinion out into the void. I have the right to dislike her, and you have the right to dislike me for saying that.

I know that there are reasons or as many would call them excuses people have for leaving comments like this. I myself have had them before. There is really no excuse. We all know you have enough strength to restrict yourself from typing out a nasty comment. Don’t add salt to their open wounds.

And did you ever notice that we’re all so very strong when we’re not looking into each other’s eyes? Would you be able to walk up to that annoying, most popular and most ”loved” person in your class and tell them right to the face everything you would tell someone you don’t know on Instagram? Someone that can’t affect your life in any other way. Even if you know the person and you’re 100% convinced, like you know that that person is an asshole to you in real life as it show cases on their photos, don’t become that asshole. Be the better man, go to someone’s profile and leave a good comment. The smallest thing.

It really doesn’t matter what age someone is. *Even though I am a big dissaprover of young children (-14) making selfies, exactly because of this*, If they post pictures on which they seem like they’ve got it all figured out, you do not know that and you do not need to test it. You don’t care. Do you have everything figured out with your own body image? You do not know the insecurities someone has. That positive comment you decided to leave just might boost their confidence about that one little thing and that does wonders.

Many have a defense mechanism to fighting their insecurities by putting up photos that show case none. If you think you are beautiful, let other’s feel it too.

Put yourself in their shoes. Beauty can be found anywhere in anything, if you want to look.
Let people feel beautiful for even a second.

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Accepting Yet Another Reward, Again!

Heheh, well this put a little cheer to my night. Quite a few things did actually. I’m getting better and better by the day, health wise. I’ve made a few new friends over the past days.

I’ve managed to pick myself up, dust myself off and force myself to go out, once. I did, with a good friend that brought two other people, through which I met another person. The joy’s of friendship and being social and positive. Today, I spent most of my day chatting with Djordje and getting to know him better, and mind you, it’s 4:30 in the morning. I’ve finally found out the age of one of my very favorite bloggers here on WordPress. I’m still confused about that but pleasantly surprised at the same time. And now, the lovely and exceptionally talented Britta has nominated for the Sisterhood of The World Bloggers Award!

I’ve been nominated for this award I think a couple times before but it’s such a joy and honor. I feel like I should honor that someone felt my blog, writing and I with it were worthy of any award. A big big thank you to her. She is one fantastic strong, talented lady, who I have learned a few things from.

The rules I think are very much known to everyone. In a nutshell, you need to post the award logo, thank the blogger who nominated you, answer their questions they’ve left you, and possibly leave ten questions of your own to your nominee’s, and nominate seven people.
Also, I really need to think about my nominee’s, because there aren’t many people that I haven’t already nominated before – in a few other awards as well. I don’t think I’ll be able to assemble all of them right away. I’ll answer the questions Britta has left me, I’ll come up with ten questions of my own, but I’ll need to come back and edit my nominee’s in.

  1. If you could travel anywhere, where would you go? 
    – I would really love to visit Australia. It’s such a beautiful and fantastic country to live in. I don’t think I would adapt on the lifestyle there, how they are used to living, but to me, it’s nature’s blessing.
  2. What has been your greatest learning experience thus far? 
    – My learning experience. Everything I have ever learned has been learned, in mostly the easy way rounds. My past I guess. I feel like that’s such a cliche answer but it’s really true. My past is basically what formed my mind, or at least, encouraged me to learn from it and think with my head. My present and the fear of my future makes it as steal as it is now.
  3. Who/what/where do you draw your strength from? (you can answer for all three W’s or just one…it’s up to you!)
    – Who, myself. I am a very self-concious person and I don’t like anyone to see me in my moment’s of weakness. My strength draws and ooze’s out of me in times where my character demands for it to be at it’s best. If I accomplish that, I feel stronger and eventually build it even more.
    – What, from the insides of people. That sounds so freaking creepy, doesn’t it. But, someone has to be a very specific, but if found, it’s where I get my inspiration from. My motivation and my strength for whatever that I need to do. Emotionally, whatever it may be.
  4. What blog post of yours are you most proud of and why?
    – Dang, I don’t have one of these. I really really love my post “Straight up Happiness? I Think Laughter“, because it’s something I live by. Something that really defines me in the simplest of words. It was something I thought about in front of my screen, I was telling it to myself, and wrote it down. And loved it. I stand by what I said.
  5. Your philosophy towards life in a few words…what is it?
    – You were born, you’re gonna die. It’s gonna end. Depressing, I know but.
  6. What is your favorite ice cream flavor? (apologies if you do not eat dairy…I myself get ill from ice cream, but still dream about those days when I could scarf down Ben Jerry’s Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough without getting an upset stomach)
    – I try to cut back on dairy, aiming towards veganism. But generally, I love old plain vanilla. It’s perfect in it’s simplicity.
  7. What does your dream home look like?
    – A picture that would describe exists not, sadly. It’s not called a Dream home for nothing.
  8. What is one thing you hope to have accomplished in ten years?
    Hope to have accomplished. A one way plain ride towards America. At least that.
  9. What is your favorite book?
    Honestly, I love the Harry Potter books. I love The Hobbit, I love Lord of the Rings. I don’t know.
  10. One thing that fills you with joy…what is it?
    – Animals.

These awards take up a lot of time. Really. I need to be snappy;

  1. What would be your dream pet?
  2. If you could do only one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?
  3. Would you ever like to find out when you are going to die? Why or why not?
  4. What is your favorite thing about the WordPress community?
  5. Which are some bloggers that inspire you or brighten up your day?
  6. How do you feel about The Hobbit movies?
  7. Out of all the social media websites you know, which is your least favorite and why?
  8. What is one attribute you are most proud off on yourself?
  9. If you could move anywhere, where would it be?
  10. If you woke up and a genie offered you only one wish you may use selfishly, what would you wish for?

I was really quick with my questions. I think you’ll find them quite stupid but I think interesting to answer too.

Now, my nominees are:

Fiction Limbo, The Finicky Cynic, Coffee and Musings, I Prefer Deep Blues and Sea Foam Greens..

Two are very frequent guests of mine, but two favorites of mine. The finicky cynic amazes me with each post,how much we have in common, and Z’, Z is fabulous. On the other hand, the two remaining bloggers are ones I have been loving in the past few weeks. I don’t show it very often, but I’m one of those stalkers. I’ll silently stalk and poof, all of a sudden I’m there and you never knew I existed.

I love these awards. Even more so when it’s not 5am, but I wanted to do it. Now I need to hop into bed asap. Like now.

A big big thank you to Britta once more. She was the charry on top of a non-sarcastically fantastic cake today!

I’ll Think of A Title Later.

I didn’t title this blog post just yet, ’cause I don’t know where I’m going with it. Do I ever? It makes me feel so guilty. It’s so awful. Am I offering blog posts on a serious website or am I keeping an online diary. There’s nothing wrong with an online diary, but it’s not what I am ever going for.

I finally head on over to the doctors, I made an appointment and guess what? It was a seriously bad flu, that so very conveniently happened to merge with a pattern of very bad eating and sleeping habits. Incredibly happy to say I am feeling a lot better, given the fact I have had fevers the past few days of my absence. They are the absolute worst. There’s no sore throat or rainy nose or a few back and headaches that can be as bad as when you have a fever, combined with the three.
Makes you feel helpless and almost hopeless.

All of that is gone, except for a few sneezes here and there. I am still 100% convinced it’s some allergic reaction to a spec of Something that’s obviously constantly in my presence. My doctor said it could just be coincidental frequent irritation of my nostrils, but you don’t have frequent irritations 2 months in a row.

Even though I was feeling sick and very weak, I didn’t want to sleep through the entire time I basically had free. I wanted to manage it wisely and use it. I have kept very busy, cleaning, organizing over and over, house work, studying as much as I could. Just keeping my hands and mind busy. For me, they were really the first and second days of school, so there’s not much to study, but I wanted to keep up with my resolutions for 2015 and always be on track with my school work. Just simple re-reading through your daily lessons works a bunch. So that’s what I did.

It was very hard, because frequently I have had serious writer’s block. If you can even call it that.
Actually no you can’t. Writer’s block is something different than from what I was experiencing. It’s not that I couldn’t think of things to write, I didn’t feel like writing. My motivation and inspiration for writing comes and goes according to my mood. I have to be in a neutral mood and everything above that scale in order to be able to write my thoughts down.

I know that’s bad, because writing should be a way for someone to release everything that’s going on in their mind and eventually feel better, because they feel they’ve shared it with someone.
But the more frequent the saddens/pain becomes, the harder it is to sit down, write and share it. After awhile, it becomes pointless and you feel like you’re re-writing the same thing over and over. Very few words are left. Eventually, you lose the will to write anything that’s on your mind when you’re experiencing the sadness. Nothing feels genuine. At least that’s how my mind works. If I were to have a meaningful end to it, a smart advice I could give to anyone reading in need of help, I may have written down and published it. But instead, I settled for a couple of sentences in my last blog post, and a quote I related most too.

And of course, there’s always that conscious doubt in the mind that I think appears in the mind of almost every blogger once they write down a long personal text that’s about to be shared on the internet. Sometimes those texts end up in the draft folder anyway.

And yes, you guessed it. Since I am writing this post that is reaching a long level, I do quite feel neutral. If not satisfied. Almost happy.

I’m gonna leave what I wrote alone. If I scroll up and re-read everything, I’ll start questioning every sentence. I feel like I owe someone an apology, I really feel discouraged. I need to step up, work more and devote a lot more time into what I write. I used to write my posts exclusively in a notebook first, work out all of the bugs, and then basically copy paste onto WordPress. It worked then, seemed like a good technique for me. I got to take my time and think about every sentence which seems like a waste of time, but it’s who I am. I’m very self-conscious.

Don’t do that guys! Don’t be like me. Your work is as good as anyone else’s! As long as you enjoy what you’re doing and feel good about what you’re writing, just click Publish and enjoy your fellow blogger’s posts. Enjoy WordPress because there are some amazing people here. I would give shout out’s right here, but let’s save that.

Hey that can be a post. Cling! Devote an entire post about a few bloggers I really love? That would be nice and fun. Yeah. I know there are a few.

Have a good one guys! I hope you have a wonderful day/afternoon/evening.

Bullying: A Symptom of Greater Problems

Internet has made it possible and so much easier to ruin lives of innocent people, in so many ways. I would really like to hear what do the people who were involved in the discrimination and bullying of Amanda Todd have to say. What does it feel like to be a part and cause of the ruins of a young girl’s life, that didn’t deserve nothing but a little help and advice.

My Type of Guy

Hello there everyone!

I was scrolling through my Reader, catching up on WordPress news and all of my dear fellow blogger’s post’s. It seems I have missed quite a lot of drama in my absence. Or, let’s call it inconvenience – It’s a prettier word- considering a very well known blogger Opinionated Man. And as I understood a couple more very good writers. Good to know everything was sorted out. All’s well that ends well.

I thought I would kick my sadness away for a little while with another fun tag blog post, that the awesome Finicky Cynic wrote.  We all know I love answering questions. As the title states, it’s one of those really generic, superficial questions that have no real answer to them, but it’s all in the fun. I’ll try to keep my answers short and snappy.

I won’t be tagging anyone in specific. Anyone that reads and feels like doing it, by all means. I’m just sharing it around.

Let’s start!

  1. Do you need him/her to be good looking? Well, looks don’t count for everything, but I need to find him attractive.
  2. Smart? Yeah, appropriately.
  3. Preferred age? Well, erm, hehe. He can’t be younger. At my age, anything above 4 years is out of the question. That’s probably a lot as well, but, it’s a long story.
  4. Preferred height? Not too tall, not too short. I don’t care unless he’s taller than me by two heads and above. I’m not a bear-to-honey type of girl for extremely tall guys.
  5. How about sense of humor? Absolutely. No point if you can’t make me laugh or giggle.
  6. How about piercings? I don’t like them at all, but one or two discrete ones wouldn’t hurt. Would be great without.
  7. Accept you for who you are? A must.
  8. Pink hair? Erm, I guess? If he can rock it, cool.
  9. Mushy or no? With boundaries. He needs to know when it’s time to cuddle, and when to be serious.
  10. Thin or fat? Healthy.
  11. Black, Brown, Yellow or White (skin color)? Doesn’t matter, as long as it doesn’t present a problem.
  12. Long hair or short hair? Well, generally speaking, short hair. I don’t mind long hair at all if he can rock it, but I do not like bald cuts, 0 cuts and anything I can’t grab onto on his head. That’s just scary to me. He needs grown HAIR.
  13. Plastic or metal? I’m sorry?
  14. Smells good? Well, don’t stink.
  15. Smoker? Not acceptable.
  16. Drinker? No. A drinker, and someone who takes sips or approximately one glass at a festive get together is two different worlds.
  17. Girl/Boy-next-door-type? Well great. Makes a few things a lot easier.
  18. Muscular? Not obsessed with having a sick pack, or any pack actually. I hate over-the-top buff and muscular guys. They do not look attractive to me. If he wants to stay in shape, that’s great. No Arnold Schwarzenegger copy-cats.
  19. Plays piano? Sure, teach me?
  20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar? Sexy.
  21. Plays violin? Romantic.
  22. Sings very well? Sing to me while you play anything?
  23. Vain? No.
  24. With glasses? Hehe, no problem. We’ll be eight-eyed.
  25. With braces? Well, that can be cute, but it’s not a preference or anything.
  26. Shy type? That’s so cute. I’ll cut through him whatever the case.
  27. Rebel or good guy? Rebel is a wide concept. Usually it’s so,

    you’re not fooling anybody. Especially me. That’s either such a show-off to me, or just plain jerkiness.
    So good guy, good guy. I’ll make him bad when necessary. 😉
  28. Active or passive? Both.
  29. Tight or bomb? What does this mean?
  30. Singer or dancer? Both are great. If he can dance, oooh man. If he can’t, ooooh man, I’m gonna have fun.
  31. Stunner? Nope. That exhausts me and after awhile, it’s tiring and annoying.
  32. Hip hop? Couldn’t hurt.
  33. Earrings? Not a fan, but discrete earrings? Why not. If that’s his thing.
  34. Mr./Mrs. Count my ex boy/girlfriends-until-you-drop? There’s no need for that man. A turn off for sure.
  35. Dimples? I don’t care honestly. Cutesy though.
  36. Mr./Mrs. Love Letter? Not too frequently, but I adore letters.
  37. Playful? Yes! Appropriately of course, but he needs to know when to let go and play.
  38. Flirt? Only with me.
  39. Poem writer? Not my kind of thing, but I’d cheer him on.
  40. Serious? Could be referred to #9, only the opposite. No one likes a party-popper.
  41. Campus-crush? Well I guess.
  42. Religion? I don’t care, as long as it doesn’t represent a problem for us individually. It would help if we were on the same page, discussion wise.
  43. Someone who likes to tease people? In fun ways.
  44. Computer games geek or Internet freak? Both with boundaries. Everyone has hobbies, but there are priorities.
  45. Speaks 20 languages? Master… *bows* How?
  46. Good kisser? Yes.
  47. Loves children? I guess, for the long run.
  48. Loves me? Well, yeah.
  49. Cute? A must.
    Hot and sexy don’t appeal to me as when I find somebody initially CUTE.

Well, that was long and fun. I tried to be on point with my answers, but bear it with me. I hope you guys liked it. I have a few more things in store to share, very soon. I hope you all had a wonderful weekend, because you know, it is Monday tomorrow.