Do not teach your daughters to be ‘pretty.’

Do not entomb her in a pretty pink tower
and insist that only the degree of her physical appeal
may set her free.
Teach her to fight her way out,
to consume books and spit knowledge
to lesser boys who insist she is just beautiful
and nothing more.

Teach her to love her body
not to manipulate and put a price tag on herself
as a defined worth
she shall be immeasurable
she shall be more than this.

Do not let her break herself down
when the boy in kindergarden hits her
because he likes her.
What are you really teaching her?
Pain and love are not synonymous
neither are pretty and perfection.

Teach her to be kind
to be harsh
to be demure
to be wild
to be sensitive
to be thick-skinned

But good god,

Do not teach your daughters to be ‘pretty.’


Michelle K., Do Not Teach Your Daughters to Be ‘Pretty.’  (via kirraklein)


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And at the end of the day, your feet should be dirty, your hair messy and your eyes sparkling.
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I am

I am not that good with words.

Sometimes I’ll be reading a book or magazine or something, and will read such a beautifully descriptive passage and be so awed, so blown away. It’s funny, because in my head I am much better with words. Writing it down is hard. They get lost in translation, almost. 

Emily is such a fantastic writer, I love reading when she writes. I hope one day she writes an incredible novel because I will read it every day.

I don’t know really what the point of this post was going to be - because as usual, when I post, it’s late at night and I miss somebody. Today it’s my friends. Kelsey and Kristy and Brittany and Auriel. I miss them so much.

Today Josh posted an instagram pic of him with his arm around some girl I’ve never seen and I didn’t even feel a twinge of jealousy. But I still miss him so much it hurts sometimes. I don’t really know why. I don’t miss Cameron that way. I miss Cory, too. And Jake. But as friends. They were all very good to me. I want to hug both of them one more time. DO I regret anything? No. But I still miss them.

In reality, I just really need to get laid. Because I have this dumb crush on Erik and it’s so inappropriate, but when I think about kissing him, I feel butterflies in my stomach. But he’s essentially the same age as my parents and that makes me so uncomfortable. Would I go on a date if he asked? Yes, definitely. But still, it would be weird.

Always my brain tells me, “Aeryn, you are so young. There is someone out there who you haven’t met yet, and they are perfect for you. There’s so many people you haven’t met in your life yet - calm down, those boys you already know were not for you. I know it may seem that you will never find someone who made you feel the way those boys did, but it will happen again, I promise.”

I can’t tell if that is logical or if that is just myself trying to make myself feel better. 

I just want someone who can make me laugh and is nice to me and gives me butterflies when he holds my hand. Among other things.

So hopefully he’s out there - or maybe I have already met him and the timing wasn’t right.

I guess we’ll see.

One day, whether you
are 14,
28 
or 65

you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.

However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––

is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives.

Beau Taplin, “The Awful Truth”  (via oklacoma)

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