Dear girls of the world today;
There is nothing wrong with you.
Everything I see, everything I read, everything I hear, is geared toward telling you that something is wrong with you. You're too fat. You're too thin. Your skin is terrible. You look too young. You look too old. You're too smart, you're too dumb, you talk too much, you don't talk enough, you're broken, you're flawed, you're bad. And all those things are lies. They are exaggerations. They are designed to pick on the things you feel insecure about, and convince you that you will never be happy unless you force yourself into their standards of perfection.
They will tell you that you are weak; that girls can't deal with spiders or do math or love snakes or run nations or be scientists. They will tell you that you must be indecisive, flighty, more interested in the interests that are chosen for you than the ones that you choose for yourself. They will tell you that you have to change yourself to suit them, and then they will keep moving the goalposts, so that you're never done changing, and you're never allowed to be you. And they are wrong. They are so, so wrong, and you are better than the lies they tell you.
If you are a girl, you are a girl. Period, finish, end statement. It doesn't matter what you look like or what you enjoy doing. It doesn't matter what your biological gender is or was. It doesn't matter who or what or why you love. All that matters is that you love, and that you accept that you are you, and you are awesome.
It's okay if you love pink. Some girls genuinely do. I genuinely do. Once, we would all have been viewed as cross-dressing and weird for liking pink, which was a male color. Times change. If you want to own your own pinkness, do, and don't let anyone tell you that makes you less of a feminist.
It's okay if you hate pink. You're not denying your gender or letting down the side, or anything else like that. You're a person, and there are a lot of colors out there to fall in love with. I recommend orange, green, and anything that sears your retinas.
Frills and lace and high heels and makeup are all fine. So are denim and combat boots and tattoos. So is everything between those extremes.
Collect dolls or knives or books or interesting rocks. Watch horror movies or romances or cartoons. Run races; go to spas. Eat cake or lettuce. Buy yourself a toy light saber and make your own wooooom noises while you wave it around; build a cardboard castle and chuck plush mushrooms at your would-be rescuers. Live your life, the way you want to live it, and understand that no one can kick you out of "the girl club" for doing it wrong, because you're not.
You're doing it exactly right, and I love you for that.
Corn maze love,
See what I mean?
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- One entry with a side of : artistic
So I have TONS of entries written out, but I need the Net to bloody post them *grumbles*
Also, Mum refuses to fix it for an indeterminate time period. As long as indeterminate doesn’t mean forever. And ever and ever.
Ahem, anyhoo. Like I said, I got tons of entries written out, so I’m trying to post them *all sneaky like* from Dad’s laptop (which has the slowest connection evarrr!)
What I’m trying to say is, I’m probably going to be away from my flists for the most part :’(
Tomorrow I’m going to Dad’s office because I “need” (Those are air quotes and are to be read as such) the Net to write an essay/debate for school. I’m currently loading up my pen drive with all sorts of things that I can complete.
Pictures to be loaded and entries written out on Notepad and suchstuff.
Oooh I like sneakyevilgenius!me xD
Which reminds me (don’t bother asking how) that I had a new resolution somewhere in the middle of September, to read only 1 book a month (it was getting SERIOUSLY out of hand).
And also, to review each book. (2 down, 2 to go!)
But now, considering that I no longer have access to the Internet, I quash my previous agreement with myself and draft a new one, wherein I have to review the book I read before starting a new one.
Me likey xD
Also, out of curiosity, has anyone read the Molly Moon series by Georgia Byng??
You know, the one with an orphan girl who learnt hypnotism from a book and won over the world (well, sortof) and all other things?
It’s kinda cool B]
I wanna read it again. Even though it’s a children’s book. It’s all kinds of gorgeous kiddy splendid-ness. xD
Over and out,
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IT GETS BETTER
It’s been decided. On October 20th, we will wear purple in honor of LGBTQ teens who commit suicide due to homophobic abuse in their homes at at their schools. Purple represents Spirit on the LGBTQ flag and that’s exactly what we’d like all of you to have with you: spirit. Please know that times will get better and that you will meet people who will love you and respect you for who you are, no matter your sexuality. Please wear purple on October 20th. Tell your friends, family, co-workers, neighbors and schools.
It gets better.
1 out of every 10 people are born gay. That means 1 of every 10 people are instantly put down, given bad labels, left alone, put in a minority and so much more, all for something they didn't ask for.
Gay teens are turning to suicide as a way of escaping. If you want to tell them that life will get better, & you respect them for who they are, copy & paste this. Most of you won't, but let's see those of you who will.
- One entry with a side of : accomplished
Well only temporarily, cuz I have this GINORMOUS exam on 9th. October.
With like 30 chapters.
I'm. Not. Kidding. xC
Exams went pretty horribly. Results even worse. :/
But, whatever. Better focus on the next one now.
*Curses at the education system once more*
So... my favourite would be Palak Paneer. xD
Where Paneer is like tofu. I think it's called cottage cheese? Not sure.
It's basically paneer in a spinach curry.
I was originally pretty apprehensive, because, well - spinach *makes disgusted face* BUT it is SO AWESOME. And scrumdiddlyumptious xD
That's what it looks like:
PS. Photo courtesy of foodrecipies.blogspot.com
The BSOD. *horror face*
That is all.
I need not explain further.
You know what? That's not true.
I like exams. They test you and ..... well..... I used to be good at it. So.
What I'd like to erase is this crappy education system, which tests me for 10 things that I'm not interested in to pursue a career in one that I am.
So, as you may or may not have noticed, I've been rather absent from LJ of late. Why, you ask?
Well, you see, my exams are starting from the 15th of September. Yes, next Thursday.
So, as usual, I'm leaving everything till the last minute. And also binge -eating, -drinking (Orange-carrot juice. It's surprisingly tasty.
And scrumptious, delicious and oh so yummy), -reading, -watching TV, -not-studying. As usual.
Up till now I've read Lisa Unger's Beautiful Lies, which was amazing, Sophie Kinsella's Dreamworld Of A Shopaholic, which was surprisingly nice. And better than the movie. Much, much better.
I also finished the entire 3 seasons of Leverage- amazing show, I need to create a picspam entry about it, and am currently waiting for new episodes of Warehouse 13.
And also - I know, you think I'd have stopped and started studying by now, but no sir! - I watched Tangled today. ZOMG it's so ADORABLE~. It is, really.
So, that pretty much sums up the past few days. It's my version of a panic attack, I suppose.
Oh and I won't be coming around here for the next 2 weeks either. Cuz now I'm officially banned from the Internet.
Well, it started day before yesterday, but that's not the point. So.
And also, I have a new header, yes, go on, check it out, and I need a nice layout which bloody accommodates it. So feel free to suggest any layouts or communities which make them :D
There is a story behind the header, concerning the one and only i_am_what_iam but I'll get to it later.
Oh and interesting stuff is happening politically. Here's a juicy little tidbit:
Assange, of Wikileaks fame, leaked a cable, which basically revealed that Mayawati, who's the CM (Chief Minister) of the state of UP, sent her private jet to Mumbai to buy a pair of sandals. That is a distance of 1500something kms. Or about 945 miles.
All for a pair of shoes. *sigh*
Mayawati was, understandably *sniggers*, outraged.
So she screeched 'false allegations' and said that Assange had gone mental and should be sent to the asylum in Agra.
(There's a very famous mental asylum in Agra. I'm not entirely sure why it's famous. It's just that everybody knows about it. By word of mouth mostly. I know, weird. But I digress.)
So Assange, tongue firmly in cheek, replied, "Sure, I'd love to be granted political asylum in India. And Mayawati can send her private jet to collect me. I'll be sure to bring her the finest range of footwear England. "
That still makes me laugh uncontrollably. XD
More after September,
the month of horrors galore,
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- One entry with a side of : bored
- What I'm singing aloud (rather horribly) too:Holiday- Green Day
Ha! Easier to answer what I don't.
Anyhow, let's see.... hmm..
Reading, writing, listening to music, more reading, surfing the net, more reading... this could go on FOREVER.
So................... pretty much everything.
I'll tell you what I don't like doing all by myself -
Talking- Although I do talk to myself (I'm a great conversationalist, and I'm not even shy, cuz, Hey! It's me!) I tend to prefer other people. Mostly because I know a TON of hilarious and awesome people. So.
Homework Assignments. Unless it's Maths. And not Trigonometry. I don't think I have to elaborate further.
Cleaning ..... anything, really. Again, no need to elaborate. Although I'm a little OCD about my bookshelf.
Err.. just a little. Really. *innocent eyes*
PS. Yes, that's what I just wrote. Zoogles. It's a new word. I'm associated with it's creation. Along with the other voices in my head. I wish it success.