Barbie's a doll. We all know that, right? I had plenty of Barbies growing up. Who didn’t? It was fun to brush her hair and pretend that she was real. I used her and all of her accessories--the luxurious penthouse, her convertible, all of her fabulous clothes--to create my version of a fabulous life. A life… Continue reading Why would anyone want to look like Barbie? She’s so fake!
I rarely wear my hair in its natural partly curly, partly wavy, state. I can never rely on how it will turn out. I don't have the beautiful kind of curls and waves that my sisters have, but I know that when it's straight, I have other people envy. But this morning, after a night… Continue reading WE are all more beautiful than we think, you better ask somebody
If this is your first read, you can go back and start with The Last Time, continue with The First Time, and read a post-script in the After "The Last time." _____________________________________________________________________________________ I was at my Mom's early last week, and while she went in the kitchen, I stayed in the hallway and tried to take the… Continue reading The Middle: Secrets, disappointments & rhetorical questions
Okay, so back to my beauty post of last week. I really wasn't ready to continue it because my thoughts on the matter are so many and sooo not organized, but maybe the totality of them require multiple posts. Besides, I just saw something on my Facebook news feed that has me on a rant… Continue reading Ladies, let’s stop looking for our reflection in the media. They are not our mirror!
Reflected in his eyes: my beauty. His gaze, intense, as it softly strokes my hair, lightly kisses my lips, buries itself in the depths of my soul as it worships my breasts. I feel its caresses as it navigates my curves, explores all of me, before finding my center, craving its taste, yearning to dwell… Continue reading My beauty
When I imagine who I am in the most abstract of ways, this is who I see... A free-spirited gypsy who loves the life that loves her back. I feel like her when I dance, free. But on any given normal day, I may possess one or two of the qualities she exudes, but for… Continue reading Me veo bonita (Do I look pretty?) Part I
In the midst of a search for a real winter coat--week 2, still no luck--I found a pretty little black dress, on sale no less. It took exactly 60 seconds of should I or shouldn't I before I decided I should. Who was I trying to fool anyway? It's perfect, just revealing enough to be… Continue reading There’s just something about that little black dress