Never, ever enough love for this. She looked like a grown-ass woman trying to get her interior thoughts together before an interview. Because she was not flinging herself into Charming Monkey behavior for your pleasure yet, you think she looks “worn out?”
"Fuck you" is really the ONLY possible response to that.
I am sick of seeing women rip each other apart.
I am sick of girls hating on girls who have spray tans and take selfies.
I am sick of women bitching about each other.
I am sick of women calling each other ‘sluts’.
I am sick of this insecurity-fuelled jealousy, and this jealousy-fuelled rivalry.
The day will never come when a woman is congratulated on her achievements in the same way that a man is until we stop tearing each other the fuck apart.
Shut. The fuck. Up.
Oh my god wow
When I was young I had a big complex about not really fitting in and looking different. That’s why the punk thing was so important for me. I was about thirteen at the time, which is an important time in any boy’s life anyway, and punk taught me that it was a good thing not to look like everybody else. That was really helpful for me at that age. Instead of worrying about being different, I would accentuate it more. This is what you have to do as you get older. You turn disabilities into advantages, so that something that could be embarrassing becomes your selling point.
Note to self: every time you were convinced you couldn’t go on, you did.
If you look at the fact that you have a roof over your head, food to eat, that you are young and beautiful and live in a peaceful land, then no, you have nothing to be sad about. But the fact is, we are not only a physical body, we have souls too, and sometimes our souls get sick. If you break a leg you don’t just say ‘I have no reason to have a broken leg’ and ignore it; you seek help. It’s the same when your soul gets hurt. Don’t apologize for being sad.