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Daily Reminder

Daily Reminder: 

Girls, AMEM-SE!

When I first learned that no one could ever love me more than me

a world of happiness previously unseen was discovered

because somewhere along the line of aging and scrutiny and time

I was taught to despise myself

but I made sure I kept myself beautiful so someone would love me someday

so I could belong to someone someday

because that's the most important thing a little girl could ever want, right?

I was thirteen the first time I was embarrassed about my body

of course it would not be the last

and I remember stuffing my bra in the morning

with tears stinging my eyes

hoping, praying to something that I could look beautiful enough today, braces and all, for the ruthless boys

who mercilessly told me I was worthless

because my boobs weren't big enough

and I would go home and put on a sweatshirt with my eyes closed,

deny myself the right to be shown myself,

because I didn't dare want to insinuate beauty

in regards to something so insulting as my body.

But I mean we all end up with our heads between our knees

because the only place we'll ever truly feel safe

is curled up inside skin we've been taught to hate

by a society that shuns our awful confidence and feeds us our own flaws

and sometimes when I need to meet the me that loves me, I can't find her,

a reminder that the mirror is meant to be a curse so I confine her in my mind

but when when he or she shouts let me out

we're allowed to listen.

But it's met by a chorus of conceited

egotistical

narcissist

but since when was self solicitude a sin?

since when was loving who we are made an offense by morons that don't matter

change this physicality and that one, don't you shatter the illusion you could ever

be anything beyond paper fine flesh and flashy teeth and fingernails

echoic accusations of not good enough, never good enough

have you ever felt so numb that it hurts

entertain me

whore

you can't surrender to them

you gotta remember you're the only thing you'll ever truly have

and no I don't mean your body because someday it'll go bad no matter what you do

I mean you

I mean the way your bright eyes go wild when you smile

and how your laughter's so melodic it's a song

I mean the way your creativity's a compass that leads you to what you love

and you don't need any miracle cream to keep your passions smooth, hair free

or diet pills to slim your kindness down

and when you start to drown in these these petty expectations

you better examine the miracle of your existence

because you're worth so much more than your waistline

you're worth the beautiful thoughts you think

and the daring dreams you dream, undone and drunk off alcohol of being

but sometimes we forget that

because we live in a word where the media pulls us from the womb

nurses us

and teaches us our first words

skinny pretty skinny pretty

girls soft quiet pretty

boys manly muscles pretty

but I don't care whether it's your gender, your looks, your weight, your skin, or where your love lies

none of that matters because standards don't define you

you don't live to meet credentials established by a madman

you're a goddamn treasure whether you wanna believe it or not

and maybe that's what everyone should start looking for.

~ Savannah Brown

 

 

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Obrigada Savannah, muito obrigada!  ''Sometimes we forget that''.... 

''Amor próprio não faz de nós egoístas, torna-nos indestrutíveis!''