#throwback to my friend Roísíns wedding last month where my hair and makeup were on point.😊💕👏🏽👌🏼💯
I love keeping a natural look when I have makeup on because I don't like the idea of looking like an entirely different person. For me I like to look like the best version of me and enhance my best features. There's many reasons I don't bother wearing makeup (we'd be here all night so maybe that'll be another post for another day 😂😅) I've been really stressed this week and haven't been sleeping the best which has been enough to knock me off my groove. You know how it is, when you aren't feeling on top of your game; mole hills turn into mountains and for me it's been about my appearance. I've been avoiding mirrors all week because I've felt so shit about myself. We all have bad days and we all have flaws that no one else would probably notice but yet we be so hard on ourselves. Because of all this stress and lack of sleep, this week I've been so hard on myself and how I look. What doesn't help is when people are so surprised by the fact that I do pole dancing. A lot of people will say to me "you don't look like the sort of person who does pole dance" which really irks me because that means people have made snap assumptions about me. What does that even mean anyway? Do I not look slutty enough? Because that's a generalised sweep against anyone who does pole dance. Even so, 👏🏽who 👏🏽bloody 👏🏽cares if someone is a slut or not? (Again another post for another day 😂) Is it because I'm so friendly, and look innocent and naive? This really has been annoying me lately. But something I realised today was "what does it matter?" Not in a resentful way but in a genuine way. What does it matter what these people think? What importance do their views and opinions hold in my life? Do their opinions enhance my life in any way? No? Then don't worry about it. They have tried to place me in a little box based on my behaviours and mannerisms etc. I've jumped out of that box. Who really cares anyway if I look like the sort of person who should be joining a convent? (Nothing wrong with that, mind!) who cares if I'm the sort of person that strikes someone as "mother Teressa" like etc. I am me. I'm not here to try and appease anyone's little perception of me. I will just do me. And you do you. ✌🏼️
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AuthorI am a 25 year old nurse, who is trying to find herself. This blog will contain epiphanies I have, my yoga progress and other such things. Enjoy. :) Archives
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