Self Love

Why I Stopped Shaving For Society

Last year in June, Onno and I enjoyed the hot Greece sun. It was our first real vocation together and boy to this day I look back to that week fondly. It was one of the best times I’ve ever had. We just celebrated each other, there was no stress to document every move or connect to the outside world. Simply just quality time together. It was a dream come true. The entire vocation just got oh so much sweeter when he asked for my hand. Okay now that you know a little back story I can talk to you why my vocation was so important. It was my turning point.

I was lounging at the poolside when my semi hairy legs caught my eye. It was no surprise, it’s been four days since the last shave. It just never stops. I just stared at those little bristles. I knew I had to shave them ASAP. I mean how could I possibly lounge in my bikini with hairy legs? I was getting ready to quickly head back to our little cottage to shave when it dawned on me. Why on earth am I doing this? My bikini line was irritated at the constant shaving and my arm bits burned a little. Because god forbid I have hair on my body. I kept starring at my legs, wondering if I should just quickly go and shave them. I would hate to be ugly or imperfect in society eyes. Again I asked myself: Why on earth am I doing this? Do I want to shave my legs right at this very second? I’m pretty damn comfortable right about now. The sun is feeling great on my skin and getting up now would require standing up and that’s just too much energy. So I asked myself the next question that changed everything.

Am I shaving for myself or society?

I made a vow to myself. I will only shave my legs, arms pit, bikini line etc when  I want too. I won’t shave it weekly to make sure I’m baby smooth. Why would I? I don’t mind body hair. I stopped shaving and weeks went by. I grew comfortable with long arm hair (even though quite a few people felt the need to express their distaste) and hairy legs. I didn’t care. I still wore my spaghetti top and shorts. Why the hell would I care if someone gets uncomfortable because I have body hair. Today I shave when I want too.

Sometimes months go by before I shave again. It wasn’t always easy to embrace the body hair. Some days I felt self conscious about it and on other days it empowered me. Screw society standards. This is my body and everything I do with it is my choice.

My Body. My Rules.

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General Life Tips

Think Before You Ink: Tattoo Advice

(1) A tattoo is a form of body modification where a design is made by inserting ink, dyes and pigments, either indelible or temporary, into the dermis layer of the skin to change the pigment. Tattoos fall into three broad categories: purely decorative (with no specific meaning); symbolic (with a specific meaning pertinent to the wearer); pictorial (a depiction of a specific person or item).* That’s as technical as I’m going to get with the subject.

If your thinking of getting your first tattoo there is a few things I want you to do, but first let me tell you where I’m coming from with this wisdom. I was 17 when I got my first tattoo, a tramp stamp, a term I learned after I got the butterfly permanently inked on my body. I went to the first tattoo shop I could find, paged through the book for not even ten minutes, put two designs together and that was it. The next minute I was hunching over experiencing the pain of over a thousand needle pricks. I’ve had this tattoo for nearly five years now and I don’t regret it…completely. What I do regret is not spending more time on the design and choosing the right artist for me. I still love the piece because of what it stands for. Plus it’s on my back so it’s not like I see it every day.

My second, third and fourth tattoo was just as impulsive as the first one. They were done by a tattoo artist that really shouldn’t tattoo people. They’re doing more harm than good. I have one botched up tattoo to prove it. Pro tip: It hurts more if the artist doesn’t know what they’re doing. When my fifth tattoo rolled around I’ve managed to learn from my mistakes. I spend two weeks thinking and rethinking my design, creating my own original and custom piece. I then did my research and found the right tattoo artist for the job. Ribs are a tricky place. The result is a tattoo that I love and cherish not only because of the meaning behind it but how great it looks! The trend so far has continued with my latest tattoos.

If you haven’t been able to conclude what I’ve been trying to teach you during my little recap of tattoo fails I will bullet point it for you down below.

  • Tweak and re-tweak your design
  • Do your research: tattoo artist and shop

Also as a side note, you have to be prepared of what people might say and do. As annoying as this next sentence will sound; strangers, acquaintances, friends, family, co-workers, your pet…might have their own two cents to say about your tattoo. It’s frustrating and none of their business but unfortunately even though the times has changed – not everyone agrees with the art of tattoo. AND it’s completely okay. Everyone is different. That’s the great thing about mankind. We are all our own unique blend of cookie dough.

Source(s):

(1) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tattoo

Get inked or die naked…

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Self Love

Body Best Friends Forever / BBFF

You are your own best friend.

What I mean with this is quite simple. When you’re feeling down in the dumps and filling your own head with negative thoughts stop yourself and ask this question: “Would I say any of this shit to my best friend?” Over my dead body honey. I will never tell my best friend they’re fat or make them feel guilty about their binge. I will never judge them for something they’ve done that I maybe don’t agree with. That’s not me so why on earth would I say any of this crap to myself?

When I catch myself with any negative thoughts about my body I imagine my best friend’s face and that I’m saying these words to them. In two seconds flat I’m beyond angry and over protective. I’m like oh hell to the no! Who the hell do you think you are with saying this type of bullshit to my friend? It doesn’t take me long to have a big Ahaha moment and just like that I snap myself out of the negative thoughts. I then proceed to tell myself what I would tell my best friend if they were saying these type of things about themselves.

“I’m fat.” Fat is just a substance in your body and guess what without fat you won’t be alive. So what if you carry a little extra fat? You are soft and great to cuddle with.

“I’m ugly.” No honey those thoughts are ugly. You are anything but ugly. You are a wonderful human being so don’t you dare dill your sparkle.

“I’m a horrible person.” Are you kidding me? Serial killers, child molesters, rapist and puppy kickers are horrible people.

“I ate two chocolate bars. I basically ate all my hard work away.” What type of chocolate was it?

So snap out of it. Look at yourself in the mirror and repeat after me.

I’m WORTHY!

I’m BEAUTIFUL!

I’m FABULOUS!

I’m AWESOME!

I’m a magical unicorn…