LBD

LBD

curvesalamode:

“If you talked to your friends the way you talk to your body, you’d have no friends left at all.” ― Marcia Hutchinson

curvesalamode:

“If you talked to your friends the way you talk to your body, you’d have no friends left at all.” ― Marcia Hutchinson

ed-free-maggie:

Dedicated to those who spend the night wondering whether or not they deserve to take up the space they long for. Do not measure yourself in emptiness when your worth is infinite.

ed-free-maggie:

Dedicated to those who spend the night wondering whether or not they deserve to take up the space they long for. Do not measure yourself in emptiness when your worth is infinite.

simply-boho:

simply beautiful, simply boho


I love this bookstore! Great prices on lovely books.

simply-boho:

simply beautiful, simply boho

I love this bookstore! Great prices on lovely books.

Meditating on this today as I join my Muslim brothers and sisters in their fast…

Meditating on this today as I join my Muslim brothers and sisters in their fast…

Flowersflowersflowers 
hawaiiancoconut:

A Springtime Perfume guide written by perfume enthusiast Paige Smith. Now I want to go out and try all of these…….

Flowersflowersflowers 

hawaiiancoconut:

A Springtime Perfume guide written by perfume enthusiast Paige Smith. Now I want to go out and try all of these…….

Queen and Brave are colours

Today I wore my lipstick straight from the tube
Not one of the pink ones
Indistinguishable from my lips
But a bright coral with “Queen”
In its name, because
That was who I chose to be at the moment

And I didn’t dab it on
Like I usually do
Hiding the fact that I am bright
That I am colourful
That I have moments of sheer freedom
No, I rubbed it in like a part of me

The colour was out there
And I chose not to be afraid
I chose not to hide the shape of my lips
And the gold in my hair
And the sparkle of my Tiffany blue eyes
I chose to be visible

Being visible is usually
What gets me into trouble, around here
Because no matter what I wear
Underneath are breasts,
And that mysterious, intoxicating hole
That men seem to think makes me a what
And not a who

So I usually don’t wear my lipstick
Straight from the tube
In case it reminds them I’m a woman
And they yell at me more and more and more
Till I’m crying in the corner
With my hands over my ears
LEAVE ME ALONE!

But the thing is, I like lipstick
I like the shiny package
And the colour on my lips
Like a bright flower, when I open my mouth
It punctuates my words with
“Oh, my” like a Maya Angelou smile

I know I can’t stop them from looking
And thinking, and saying
And I can’t stop feeling
And blushing and being
But I can stop being afraid
I can stop letting them dictate
What I wear on my lips (MY LIPS)

Today my lipstick is my shield
And it’s my sword against their eyes
Because they can’t make me invisible
And they can’t make me hide
All that’s good about me
And they can’t make me stop
Smiling in spite of their attempts
To reduce me to what they wish I was

Today I am wearing my lipstick straight from the tube
And that doesn’t make me a “dyke”
Or a man-eater, or a whore
Or vain, or a feminist
(though the suffragettes would be proud)
It doesn’t make me anything you could pin a name to
Because I am already a lot of things
And one of them is brave
And that is the colour I’m wearing today

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"It’s like coming home after a long trip. That’s what love is like. It’s like coming home."
Piper Chapman - What is love? (via ittybitty-world)