Glitter’d up my hulk green boots with direction from Annie Spandex and (even better more specific direction) from Rookie Mag.
When I was sixteen I read Poppy Z. Brite’s book Lost Souls, there’s a scene that takes place inside the French Quarter of New Orleans in the dark hours of morning with description of all these candy colored children, one of them is wearing purple glitter Doc Martens.
Ever since then I have coveted those shoes, and now they are mine, and my heart is the happiest.
!!!!!! <3 Anaheed
Body Bash Fridays! (New friends, that means BODY LOVIN’ all day, party style. Haters - take the day OFF).
There are things our bodies do that science can’t explain, that technology has yet to replicate, and that we completely overlook on our quest to ”perfection”. We’re the OWNERS of complicated, miraculous, magical entities that allow us to… make friends, have fun, get us from A to B, th…ink, laugh, build, create, dance, run, smile, love, high kick, see, connect, make love, heal and touch everything around us.
It’s a shame we don’t spend more time MARVELING at them. It’s a shame that we sometimes treat them poorly, like they are an obstacle we have to overcome or something we’re supposed to beat down into submission. It’s a shame that we’re so focused on what they LOOK like that we ignore all the glorious, bad ass things they do for us. Every single thing you LOVE to do, your body helped you get there, do it, or had a big part in making it happen.
Our bodies don’t care about six pack abs, cellulite, or whether or not we drop those last 5-10lbs. They don’t give a hoot if we look ”hot”, have perky boobies or fit into our old jeans. Our bodies ONLY care about doing their jobs - keeping us alive & fixing us when we’re ”broken”. Our responsibility is to help them do so and provide them with the best possible environment so they can do their thing. It’s not to starve them, berate them, shame them or hurt them to satisfy the needs of our egos.
Everyone’s circumstances and limitations are different. But all our bodies are fucking amazing. Because of what they do - not because of what they look like.
Repeat this a few times today: “My body is fucking amazing.”
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