'Sup Horse mouth!? I would like to take advantage of these pixels to proclaim that this is not a lure for compliments or pats on the back. I wanted to talk about this, because I know nearly every person will be able to relate.
It was only about 3 years ago I began to feel comfortable smiling in photographs. My smile had been the main source of self-consciousness in terms of my face for 26 years. Because, well....it's HUGE. The problem is, when I was younger it got huge before anything else on my face or body had the chance to catch up. With buck teeth and huge gums
I was the prettiest belle at the ball (belles = kids, ball = playground me = being sarcastic. I was not the prettiest.)Yes, yes the teasing ensued, as I'm sure you too experienced in elementary, middle and/or high school.
What? What's that you say? You weren't teased in school? Oh, well...how pleasant that must've been! And if Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion taught us anything it's that you will
NOT be flying away in a helicopter with Alan Cumming, so you can suck on that!
Anyhow, about 3 years ago I saw a photograph of myself, caught in the midst of happiness and just decided
I was over feeling that way. With the plethora of digital photos taken now a days, it seemed like a
waste of energy to put effort into trying to figure out an expression to make
other than a smile whenever a phone propped itself in front of my face.
It's a fucking smile. It represents happiness! So what if the barn yard animal I most closely resemble is of the equestrian variety!?
Horses are graceful, noble beasts, dammit! (Also I realized not smiling in social situations can make one look like he/she has "pretentious ass/bitch face").
With all that said I have allowed my smile to become one of my most favorite physical attributes. No more covering it up with my hand when I laugh! My shit is large and in charge. It's all about perspective. Take your
pasty skin for example. It's actually
fair skin, and some might go so far as to say it's porcelain-like.
Bug eyes? Nope!
Disney Princess eyes...you get the idea. Also,
bushy eyebrows are fraking dramatic
in a good way, so stop obsessing. (Uni-brows? Well you can pluck or not pluck, but
Frida Kahlo made that
werrrrrk. She did not come here to give a F, and she is one of the most gorgeous women of all time. OF ALL TIME).
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and when it comes to your own beauty (if my mom taught me anything)
you just happen to be
the most important beholder,
ya heard?!
Any qualities you've learned to love about yourself?
{Jacket: Stolen from my little brother}{Silk Shirt: Thrifted}{Skirt: Thrifted (similar)}
{Watches, Necklace, Rings: Vintage or Thrifted}{Belt: Thrifted (similar)}{Boots: Born (similar)}
