Monthly Archives: February 2017

All Shapes and Sizes Are Beautiful

If you follow my Instagram account you’ll know that I’ve started a new photography project, showcasing how all shapes and sizes are beautiful.   Since I decided to love myself for who I am, today, I want other people to know that they should, too. I’ve been very excited to photograph all kinds of people or all ages, sizes, abilities, and ethnicity.   It’s important to me that we show that not just the “model perfect” people be showcased, because, honestly,  EVERYONE HAS BEAUTY!

Normally, I’m not too excited about Fashion Week, even though I love fashion. Fashion Week  usually NEVER includes plus sized models or clothing. (There is a Full Figured Fashion Week that I’d LOVE to attend and photograph one day!) However,  this Fashion week, I was THRILLED to see that Prom Girl opened itself up and  had models of all shapes, sizes , colors and abilities!  They said:

The show will also feature “real” teens (who are not professional models) from across the country. From a male ballet dancer in Brooklyn to a football player who trains rescue K-9s in Newport Beach, from a San Francisco teen who aspires to encourage reading and literacy to a budding entrepreneur in Chicago, PromGirl and PromGuy are proud to give teens the opportunity to express themselves through fashion.

To be honest, the plus size models weren’t very big,  but it was refreshing to see people who weren’t all size 0 in a fashion show!    I had a look at the website for PromGirl  and was THRILLED to see so many fabulous gowns!  Here’s some of my favorites:

I would like to see some photos in the PromGirl Catalog of even larger girls, say sizes 20-22, but just have a SELECTION of gowns in plus size is AMAZING.

Everyone deserves to feel beautiful at their prom.

I’m so glad that PromGirl knows it, too, and encourages people of all sizes to find what makes them feel beautiful!

ME, at my Home School Prom, in 2016

 

 


Depression Is Not Beautiful But Recovery Is

I’ve had depression since I was 12 years old.  Probably even longer.  Some people may not think so, but to me it was crippling. I was 12 years old and I barely could look past the next day. What’s even worse was that sometimes I didn’t want to. I wanted to die and be gone from this earth, my own head not able to push through.

I was 12. A child, who should have been experimenting with lip gloss or having fun sleepovers, looking forward to school dances but I didn’t. I was more caught up in my own head thinking about what a burden I was to my friends, and slowly I didn’t have any. I was alone and depressed and the world wasn’t in color. I was losing motivation to leave my room or the living room couch, not wanting to do anything I loved. My depression and at this point in my life, the bullying I was going through at that point had only made it worse.

Every day wasn’t a terrible one where I cried in my room for hours. There were days where I laughed at funny pictures. I would smile at interactions I would see and be excited about little things. But at the end of the day my sadness overshadowed it all, I would feel worthless more often than not and I couldn’t get out of the deep hole I had been submerged in. Depression had overtaken my life and made it seem like the only reality.

And then I had made a tumblr account, and I found people who felt the same as me. People who related with the sad and often cryptic quotes on pictures, people who would write about how awful they felt to be living and I agreed. I was 12, going on 13, and I agreed.

I agreed that it felt awful to be alive.

Being online in that environment made it worse. Tons of people felt that way and weren’t trying to get better, didn’t care. So it turned into my own attitude. I became comfortable with being sad and miserable because it was a constant. It was something that didn’t go away like the happiness I would see in little bursts that pushed through that ugly cloud. People would make it seem romantic to be depressed and fall in love, made it seem cool to have these awful visions of yourself, some even encouraging those feelings, encouraging isolation and wallowing. They romanticized toxic thoughts about suicide and somehow tried to make it beautiful.

But it isn’t.

It isn’t beautiful when your chest hurts and your eyes are swollen, your head is pounding from sobbing for hours. It isn’t beautiful to feel so awful about yourself that you want to die, that you crave hurting yourself or sleeping for an entire day. It isn’t beautiful when you don’t want to wake up. It isn’t beautiful to constantly feel as if everyone is hating you and that you’re a burden on everyone you meet. It isn’t beautiful to lose motivation for things you once loved, letting them collect dust while you feel yourself slowly crack into pieces. It sure as hell is not beautiful when you try to end your life and your whole family is hurting because they almost couldn’t do a thing to help, to have you little brother sleep next to you because he’s scared that when he wakes up you’re going to be gone. Depression isn’t fair, it isn’t fair to have a 12 year old want to take their own life before it had even begun.

Depression is not beautiful.

But getting through it. Recovery and healing are absolutely stunning. The realization that you laughed more than you cried that day, the slightest bit of happiness that you can feel fighting its way out of that disgusting cloud. Picking up your old hobbies you spent hours doing, feeling motivated to go outside and even get out of bed are relieving. Feeling yourself slowly climb up the dark hole you were stuck in for so long and actually take the time to realize that you are worthy of that little bit of happiness and those smiles you felt like you’d never have again- that’s one of the most beautiful things in the world.

I am 18, and I still have depression. There are days and weeks where I feel little to no motivation but the difference is, I am fighting it. I am healing still, and maybe this battle isn’t one with a near end in sight but I am not going to stop fighting it.  Depression is ugly, but finding your strength, learning, healing, trying to overcome is incredible.

Recovery is Beautiful.

Recovery is beautiful.


It’s Valentine’s Day- and Who Loves Me?

My Valentine this year is myself. And no, that isn’t meant to be in a depressing or ‘forever alone’ type of way, it’s because I’m continually learning to be in love with myself. It’s been a hard couple of years. Transitioning to a teenager to an adult who is kind of lost on where I’m going, it’s a bit scary. And so far, I’ve been working on my overall health. Mental, Physical and emotional. I will admit, it’s not easy.

I am honest on this blog, and I will say I haven’t been writing. There really isn’t any excuse for that other than lack of motivation and writers block. I would start new posts and stop in the middle, never getting around to finishing them. Another reason I’ve been so offline is for the past year I’ve really been struggling with my depression and anxiety. The depression has been getting better, though the winter is always challenging, but the anxiety seems to get worse. It makes me overthink what I post, how I’m being portrayed on the internet, how others think of me… but it’s been a while and thankfully I have an incredible family around me as a support system.

It has been a journey into loving myself.

I’ll admit there are many days I am unhappy with what I see in the mirror; and that’s why I’ve been on the road to changing it. I’ve been eating well, exercising a bit more, and using meditation. It’s helped both my body and my mind become a lot healthier. In 2016, I came to the realization that I am not healthy. I’m not. Being obese is not healthy and it’s hurting me. My back hurts, as do my knees, I get out of breath easily, It’s hard to be comfortable in my own body- and that is not okay with me.

 

But the difference with me now is, I’m learning to love myself at all stages. I’m loving myself now, I’m loving myself 30 pounds down, I’ll love myself when I lose 100 pounds. I refuse to say I hate my body, because I don’t. I never will. It’s the one constant I have in my life, but I want to change it to be more comfortable. I know I will never be tiny, and I don’t want that. I am perfectly content being plus size my entire life, I just want to be a healthy weight, and keep up a healthy mindset.

That is why my valentine is myself. I am the most important person to me right now, and that is okay. It is not selfish, It is what I need to better myself. I love myself, and you should love yourself,  too.