Organizing my #nail #polish #collection! I think I have too much lol. #nailpolish #Essie #ChinaGlaze #OPI #Sephora #ButterLondon #Julep #cosmetics (Taken with Instagram)
#Inglot #palette inspired by @thegridmonster :D #instahaul #makeup #eyeshadow (Taken with Instagram)
Greek salsa chicken with roasted potatoes for dinner! #Greek #chicken #potato #dinner #yum (Taken with Instagram)
This will always be one of my favorite movie quotes.
(Source: national-phenomenon, via thequeenofimperfection)
I think the main, horrifying thing about these airbrushed pictures being distributed, is there has been a lot of media hype calling this beautiful girl fat. It’s like, the media refuses to let her be proud of her body. They’ve even changed her face shape, making her almost unrecognisable. We always rant about how airbrushed photos affect us, but imagine how they must affect the people being airbrushed. Imagine feeling super confident and good about yourself after a photo shoot, and then seeing the end result and realising you weren’t good enough for the magazine. It must be crushing.
I remember, when my friend was practising photo shopping, she took a photo of my face and airbrushed it without my permission or even warning me. Personally, I found the un-airbrushed photo of myself more attractive, since it looked like me, but the airbrushed version was so disheartening. She’d changed the shape of my nose, elongated my face and taken out the scars by my eyes and the scar on my chest from my operation. She only did it as light hearted practice for her art exam, but it crushed me. She didn’t realise, and perhaps the photo-editors don’t realise, that by airbrushing out all the little imperfections on my face she made me feel like I wasn’t good enough. The little scars and freckles and the bump in my nose were all things that made me, me, and she took them away.
Similarly, by changing Jennifer Lawrence’s body, they’re telling her that no matter how successful she is, no matter how talented she is, she will not be good enough because of the things about her that make her who she is.
And I just find that sad.
Couldn’t have said it better.
(Source: day47, via thequeenofimperfection)
“We were five. You had a plaid dress and your hair…it was in two braids instead of one. My father pointed you out while we were waiting to line up. He said, ‘See that little girl? I wanted to marry her mother, but she ran off with a coal miner.’ And I said, ‘A coal miner? Why did she want a coal miner if she could’ve had you?’ And he said, ‘Because when he sings…even the birds stop to listen.’ So that day, in music assembly, the teacher asked who knew the valley song. Your hand shot right up in the air. She put you up on a stool and had you sing it for us. And I swear, ever bird outside the windows fell silent. And right when your song ended, I knew -just like your mother- I was a goner.”
(via bloodydifficult)
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