23 years old, Oregonian, femme feminist.
PNCA graduate, illustration bfa
passion for dogs, art, comics, fashion, science fiction, miscillanious general geekery
my best friends are my italian greyhound-chihuahua mix and my wardrobe
a combo art blog/style blog/personal blog/reblog-blog.
HEY FRIENDS I DIDNT PROOFREAD THIS EMOTIONAL RAMBLING SORRY
Just been thinking a lot about self image lately…
I used to have self harm issues because I thought I was hideous. I thought I wasn’t sexy because of my smaller boobs and bigger hips. I thought my nose was too big for my face. I thought a lot of stupid bullshit. I’m just so proud of how far I’ve come: I love my face for what it is, it’s shape, it’s balance, I can lick the tip of my nose! fun party trick! haha. and a lot of my confidence I’ve proven to myself or reinforced with body mods: put a piercing on your previously most hated facial feature because you don’t hate it anymore. put a tattoo over your worst self harm scar. ink yourself with symbols of things that made you feel like you could be strong even at your weakest. sailor moon’s brooch and bow. a power button. don’t panic. madoka’s soul gem. soon, amalthea and herself as a unicorn. idk, I’m just… I’m proud of myself for surviving the girl I used to be. I pay tribute to her in my own way. I hope someday no girl ever has to be the girl I was. But I’m proud of every single one of you that made it out like I did. rediscovered yourself. rediscovered your worth. realized that no matter how you look, you’re beautiful. you’re in control. You can be whatever you want to be. fuck everything else, believe in yourself 💖😆💖😆💖😆💖😆💖
Sorry the shoe picture is blurry, I was in a hurry and didn’t wanna take it a hundred times with my shaky stupid hands.
anyway outfit of the day the too much rose floral edition. going to the state fair! gonna pet some farm animals!