Self-esteem

Reminder: Be Beautiful You

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I refuse to believe that the processed beauty that I see around me is what I have to be.

Couldn’t agree more!

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Body Evolution: A Video All Women Should Watch

This is an old video, but a message that never gets old. Watch how the model is “turned into a bombshell glamor model with the help of hair and makeup artists and of course, Photoshop.”

Airbrushing is playing with our standard of beauty and ruining the self-esteem of our young generation. It is important for women to understand that this “beauty” is not real. Images of models and celebrities we see on magazines are thoroughly tweaked. Don’t buy into the madness!

Natural beauty rules in the end.

Related article: Girls Expected to Have Dolls Tits

 

Living Small In Large America

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It only took me two years, but I’ve finally decided on a title for my story: Flat-Chested Señorita: Living Small in Large America

I’m still working on the cover and editing, but should be ready very soon. It’s my story, but one that I hope encourages young girls and grown women to be and love themselves, love their bodies — and a message to men to stop being jerks and appreciate all women. I can’t wait for everyone to read it! Be sure to check back for publishing date.

You might also want to read: By The Way, I Wrote a Book – and follow my author page! 🙂

“You Need a Boob Job”

“What do you think of this top?” I said. I was trying on some clothes yesterday and was asking the little person next to me for feedback.

“You need a boob job,” she said.

My instant reaction would normally be something like this:

But before I could even laugh, I realized this was coming from my 11-year-old niece, so I went:

“Uh, you know, boobs?” she said, as if I needed any further clarification.

How does one even handle a situation like that?! I’m not a mom (and not ready for it either!); I don’t think I know the proper language to deal with pre-teens. I had no clue how to tell my niece, in a cool way, that what she said was f*cked up. ha ha. But most importantly, I wanted to know why/where/how the hell she knew about implants.

You know it is bad when little girls think big breasts — at any cost — are the standard.

I had to think quick though and teach my niece a little something about boob sizes and beauty. I think that, as adults, we have certain (unofficial) responsibilities. Even if we’re not the parents, we should spread the knowledge and try to put an end to the prejudices and the “ideal” image of things and people that society wants to implant in our heads. Laughing and not saying anything about it would’ve just reaffirmed my niece’s statement. So I said to her that I do not need a “boob job” because I was perfectly comfortable in my body. I told her that boobs come in different sizes and we should be happy and work with what we have.

She didn’t buy it (she’s a stubborn one, a know-it-all wannabe), but I think she’ll think about my honest advice (I hope) one day when her little friends and the Internet tells her otherwise.

What would you say to kids this young thinking about breast implants, either for themselves or for others?

Realizing the (Un)Importance of Big Boobs in Our Society

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When you finally realize that no boobs in the world—big or small— will get you the guy you have a major crush on,

That big fake implants won’t necessarily get you that dream job (unless the job requires it),

That big boobs won’t get you out of a speeding ticket—because they won’t.

When you realize that happiness doesn’t depend on the dimension of your chest,

That the size of your boobs makes no difference in the bedroom,

That, presence, confidence (and perhaps a fit body)—not breasts—will have all guys turn when you enter a room,

That hugging the people you love as close as possible will mean you’ll actually be able to hug the people you love as close as possible,

That you won’t have to worry about developing indentations on your shoulders or having back pain from carrying “heavy weights” in your front,

That you don’t have to worry about the inevitable eventual sagginess,

When you realize that breasts-cancer survivors may not even have a pair anymore,

You’ll realize just how lucky you are to even have boobs.

And you’ll learn to appreciate your tiny ones and love yourself for all its natural beauty.

Rock on, girl!

Society still has a lot to realize.