Why is beauty defined by clear skin, makeup, dressing nice, and straight combed hair. 

Don’t get me wrong, i love dressing up and “trying to look good”. College has made me gain a fashion sense. But i hate the days where i just want to chill. With this i mean no makeup, messy bun, a hoodie, running shorts, and friken addidas slippers. That to me is comfort. But i go to class like this and people are like oh did you have a good workout? And im just like no bitch. im just fuckin chillen. why can’t i fuckin chill. like when i say i could wear work out gear/soccer sweats forever. i literally mean fuckin forever. 

i dont even know what my purpose of this post is. But i guess im trying to say that i don’t feel beautiful unless i dress nice, have my hair straightened, and i have makeup on. Especially with my hair. Like most days, it’s just not working out with this stupid berkeley fog so i put it up in a bun, and i don’t feel beautiful. Like i can’t help that my hair is so curly and frizzy and volumous. Sometimes i feel like im judged because it’s not “neat” or it’s not straight or it’s not unfrizzed? idk.  And i shouldn’t even feel that way because it’s my natural hair right? And i shouldn’t feel ugly when i embrace my natural skin with acne scars. but i do. i feel the need to cover up and TRY to flatten out the parts that stick out of my hair. 

society has built us in a way where we define beauty like this, and im trying not to let it get to me but it does.  why am i feeling this. fuck being a woman sometimes. i have a lot of issues with myself, and i thought i had overcome them this summer, but i guess not 


guys are so terrifying like they will really date a girl as a joke or make bets in their friend groups on who can fuck a girl first or take her virginity and that’s so scary this is a joke to them

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everyone who likes coconut water is lying

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So you understand that little white girls seeing only thin white girl’s being showcased, praised and adored, can fuck them up. But you don’t get why Black and Brown kids seeing white faces constantly is a problem. Okay.

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"My mouth can’t translate the things my heart says."

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And when you choose a life partner, you’re choosing a lot of things, including your parenting partner and someone who will deeply influence your children, your eating companion for about 20,000 meals, your travel companion for about 100 vacations, your primary leisure time and retirement friend, your career therapist, and someone whose day you’ll hear about 18,000 times.

Intense shit.