Iāve been particularly gorgeous lately (unfortunately, my curse of becoming more beautiful with each passing day is still ongoing) but Iām at my most powerful when I disregard such trifling things.
Iāve recently begun to think Iām extremely beautiful, something Iāve never consistently thought about myself. It feels so silly, and Iām sometimes baffled by it, but Iām also enjoying it a lot.
In high school I would do insane intricate beautiful makeup everyday and style my hair so cool and then I was extremely depressed and stopped wearing makeup or caring about my appearanceā¦ i finally feel like myself again but I lost the ability to do makeup and hair but you know what: Idc šI think my bad makeup and ficked up hair is now what makes me Maddie, and I love herš light eyeshadow on lids only because itās easier to blend and powder foundationā¦ easy peasy āļøI no longer compare myself to other women because I am me and they will also never be me ā¦ and thatās awesome:) š¤ also middle finger is the Best accessory šš»#true
iām breaking out, forced to wear gold earrings (iām anti gold jewelry on myself) now that my fave pair broke, my tummy hurts and my bangs from years ago never really grew out right and all itās making me a little upset rn . but i choose to persevere and am going to show up cute to work tomorrow in spite of it all
My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebodyābe it a relative or one of my best friendsāwas to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too š
