Social media, trends, whatever, are all portraying the typical woman with big lashes, chiselled cheekbones, a defined jawline, a thin contoured nose, bronzed, flawless skin, big full lips that this ‘particular’ celebrity induced, etc… Contouring with make-up has been like an order ‘this is how you do it, this is how you should look like’ and there’s nothing wrong with that, if you’re comfortable with yourself looking like that, that’s fine. But it’s about finding what works best for you, not for the mass. I was doing my friend’s make-up the other day and what stood up for me was when she said ‘you didn’t try to change my facial features’. I myself love big lashes, bronzer, but I feel uncomfortable when I follow these trends, why do I want to be like the rest for? I started researching Korean, Japanese, Parisian, African trends, etc. for a possibly different twist on the typical picture in social media. The best advice I would give to anyone is to spend time in front of the mirror, experiment, and be creative with what works best for you. Do more leading than following, find your own style. Study yourself. What ever is on trend, try doing the opposite, try to invert the traditional methods of how things are done. Find out how to contour your own face shape, your own eye shape, through trial and error, pick what makes you feel comfortable in your own eyes. Who says you can’t wear a strong, bright lip with a strong eye?! Same thing for how you dress, your hair, your body, study yourself and be comfortable in yourself, there’s no feature that you have to hide for the eyes of society, and there’s no feature that you have to show. It’s your own identity, not anyone else’s. I was walking by a jewellery store the other day and I was happy to see model Madison Stubbington for Gucci without heavy contouring, eye lashes, big overdrawn lips, not that there’s anything wrong with that, but it’s taking a different direction to the ‘norm’. Smile, you’re a beautiful soul (and spend time with yourself in the mirror)! ♥ ;D
I’m sorry I haven’t been posting as much. This period that I’m in has been slightly unusual for me. I’ve been so far away from my self, so caught up with things that are not myself that I grew distant from the very inner me. I’ve been quiet on my blog simply because I didn’t have anything to share. So lost, so confused, feeling a multitude of things that I couldn’t even begin to express. I had no words to describe the inner muddle that I was in. I was feeling like there was no inspiration within myself, it’s a phase of complete quietness, complete observance, complete submission to the unwanted places that I was in. I wake up every day it’s the same routine, same thing happening in my day on, and on and on… In complete submission to that, it became my comfort zone. It’s almost like I’m scared to do anything outside of it. I’m too comfortable and I know if I’m too comfortable I won’t find inspiration anymore in whatever I’m in. From all the muddle that I was in inside me, I didn’t want anything else inside me. I stopped eating as much, if anyone would give me an order I would get angry because I simply don’t want any type of input to me because I have enough stuff I have to deal with inside me. And when you don’t put anything in the input, what happens? You lose energy, lose inspiration. It’s time to wake up, shake things up a bit, and learn from what happened to me. Take risks, get out of your comfort zone even if you don’t know where you’re going. As long as you love yourself, prioritise yourself, have trust in yourself, because it will reflect outward. I need to breathe and focus in myself, tune my focus inside me… What do I really feel? What do I do? Is my body in a good healthy condition? (Because that reflects the mind) I want to live life fully, consciously, healthily. And it’s okay if I had a time where I was living complete opposite to that, it’s all about making the most of your experiences, the darkest ones, and the brightest ones because they all compliment each other. I’m sorry me… I want to say sorry to myself for neglecting myself like that.. I’m sorry.
Our message is simple: keeping a 12,000+ pound Orca whale in a pool, (that is less than a fraction of 1% of his natural habitat,) is simply illogical. To use a living, breathing, self-aware and extremely intelligent sentient being as a sperm bank in a forced captive breeding program, and as a part-time splash-machine for the enjoyment of the paying public is, considered by many, simply appalling. In captivity, Orcas cannot use their echolocation, as the sound waves will actually bounce off the tank’s concrete sides and literally deafen the animal. (In some cases the animal has literally gone insane). Tanks are sanitized with chlorine, copper sulfate, and other harsh chemicals that irritate the dolphins and whales’ eyes, causing many to swim with their eyes closed. In the wild, male Orca whales can live to be 50-60+ and wild female Orcas have lived to be over 90. In captivity, most whales and dolphins do not live to adulthood, many die in their teens.
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When I’m sad, my cat Simba always gives me warmth, makes me smile and loves me unconditionally. It is with nature I find purity, sensitivity and love which gives me goosebumps and brings tears to my eyes. I want to have all the animals in the world I want see them, touch them, and feel them, that’s where I want to live. In between a pack of lions ❤️ I want to run with elephants, roll around with gorillas, swim with the great whale, that’s where I belong… ❤️
I feel like I’m not fully expressing myself. I feel so distant from myself, from my emotions, clouded by illusionary thoughts, clouded by an image that is not me. I need to set free. I feel overwhelmed, tears come out of my eyes so smoothly making way to anything. I’m so fragile so in need. In need of myself since I’m not providing for me. I keep letting everything go, letting myself go, losing myself. I hate it.
I completely made this recipe up as I went along (there wasn’t much ingredients at home). I fried a white onion and a red onion in olive oil until soft and almost clear in colour then I rubbed the chicken in a Moroccan infusion of spices called Ras El Hanout and finally added it to the onions. As the chicken was turning white, I seasoned it with black pepper and salt. Meanwhile, I made a blend of a little bit of chocolate powder and brown sugar mixed with a bit of boiling water and added it to the chicken (I wanted to add vanilla too to add to the experimental aspects but I couldn’t find it – maybe next time). So far, the chicken was very juicy which was exactly what I want and then I put it in the oven until it fully cooked. I already had the wild rice cooked and I fried a diced apple in butter until golden. Finally, I added all the ingredients together on the plate making it look colourful and pretty (and of course I added greens!)