Why a blog?

I give up, easily.
Anything. Everything.
Because of a lack of confidence.

People won't like me, laugh at me, think I'm stupid.
That is why my entire life I hid away, in dark clothes.
Black, dark blue or grey.
Anything to make me invisible.

I never used make-up in high school because I didn't know how.
My hair was always the same because I had no idea what to do with it (ponytail, tightly pulled back, in case you're curious).

When I was 18 I got married and I wanted a change.
I wanted the real me to come out.
But I still had no clue how.

At 26 I started this blog.
So that I wouldn't give up, wouldn't forget where I was going.

This is my journey, feel free to walk it with me, every step of the way.
All my failures, all my mistakes.
But also my winnings, my happy moments and my bliss.
I'll be honored to have you with me.

Freedom of speech

PersonalPosted by Fashiondisaster Thu, January 15, 2015 11:28:33
Probably one of the highest goods,
Freedom of speech.
Saying how you feel,
What you think.

We can't tell by people's faces,
What they think,
What they know.

We need to talk.
Or write.
Or draw.

You're feeling where I'm going with this, right?
"Je suis Charlie"
It shocked the world,
Made everyone stand up.

There is so much "wrong" in the world,
Why choose this to defend?

Because it's a basic right,
To tell how you feel.
What you think.

If I wear mini-skirts,
That tells you something about me.
If I wear snow boots,
Then you know that I'm cold.
But, maybe, I'm also wearing them,
Because I have arthritis,
And I'm always in pain when it's cold.

We know so little about each other,
Because we don't communicate,
Or we do communicate,
But in a very wrong way.

Is it because we can't share how we feel?
We can't find the words?
And why do we slaughter the ones that do have the words?
Are we jealous?
Or is slaughter a way of communicating?
A bad way.
No question.

If someone makes a joke,
Should we reply with a joke?
And what if someone makes fun of you?
Should we turn that around too?
Or just ignore it?

There isn't a "right" way.
All we have is our heart.
It speaks to us,
Tells us what to do.

Too bad our brains,
Or our hormones,
Tell us other stories.

They twist insecurity into jealousy,
Hurt into rage,
Love into hate,
Family into rivals,
Friends into enemies,
And abundance into poverty.

Out of self-defense?
Or the illusion of self-defense?
And why do we have to defend something anyway?

Why do we care about people we don't know,
And stand up for them like they're our best friends?
Is it all a distraction?
From the real reason of life.
To spent time with yourself.
Take care of yourself.
To make sure that you grow and learn.

Maybe that's what people mean,
When they say,
That you have to love yourself first,
Before you can love anyone else.

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