This obviously needs a picture. Oaty dairy facemask sounds awesome.
When I was younger, I had horrible, angry red stretch marks on my hips and thighs. I HATED them. But over time, they faded, and I’ve recently realized I actually kind of love them. This, coming from a person who is in some constant sort of frustration with one aspect of her body or another.
But they’ve faded into these really subtle, iridescent tendrils, just barely wrapping my hips like pearly ghost fingers, and I don’t know… I find them kind of beautiful.
Of course one of the few things I like about my body would be something so bizarre as that…
It seems like this year, I have interacted with more people than ever before in my life… I was thinking about all the little families I have cultivated… I have my little group of architecture friends that I’ve been with since freshman year, and I have my new studio group, with whom I’ve had accelerated bonding… And I have high-school/middle school/elementary school friends, and my group from work who also go to my school, and my old lady family at work, and then my actual relatives, and all these possible combinations of those…
And I really love every one of those people a lot, and they all seem to really love me, and I need to remember that more.. I mean, my lady at work calls me her DAUGHTER. I’ve been lucky to have like six different motherly-figures in my life, (three of them awesome, strong immigrant ladies at work) and they weren’t even replacements for my own mom, because I’m lucky enough to have a great one of those, too! But they all have lots of love to go around, and so do I.
I dunno. It’s just kind of crazy….
I’m going to be honest. About 90% of my day-dreams/fantasies involve a gritty, post-apocalyptic narrative, set in some arid landscape, and I am the heroine, leading the ragtag resistance
and the other 10% involve me becoming a famous actress in order to play the heroine in a post-apocalyptic movie
I just had one of the best weekends of my life, following one of the OTHER best weekends of my life
Road trip, drinking with friends in a tiny bar, and then in a shitty, CREEPY little motel in the middle of nowhere New Mexico, waking up to the most beautiful view, driving up the mountain in piles of gorgeous, pristine snow, getting stuck in said snow, trekking up with all of our gear to the destination, coming back down to dig and push the cars out of the snow, hours of walking around in the snowy woods, everybody pitching in to make a meal together, playing a huge round of charades, Apples to Apples, making a fire in a wood stove to warm up the weird little library we were camping out in, having a mini-sleepover with my 3 best friends from studio, venturing out into the dark woods late at night to go to the bathroom and scaring the shit out of a friend, waking up sore from everything, and stuffy from the wood stove, making breakfast, driving back home
so much laughter. SO much bonding with beautiful, awesome people. And for the first time in the LONGEST time, I got to REALLY relax, and have three days where I didn’t fucking think about my future or anything stressful ONCE. And this was following my beautiful 21st birthday-weekend with my loved ones, so all of the happy just piled on top of itself
Oh my god, I am so fucking happy. Like, really, truly happy. And that is rare.