As I have come to terms with the fact that I never had enough female friends, I embarked on a journey to discovering everyone's favourite question, why. The reason why I never had enough of female friends in my circles, and why it was hard for me to feel comfortable around them, until now.
This year has been quite challenging and I know that it's not going to ease up any time soon. It's a special year for me, and for the whole world in general. Now is the time when we have to awaken our consciousness and start seeing the world for what it is. It is the time when we have to finally come together and use our power to better our way of living.
if i had wings and the ability to linger between the flower fields and ancient forests, maybe it would be easier for me to remember of my magic. but in between the concrete walls and the weights of responsibilities, social relationships and reputations, i forget of the wonders of existence. my body grows just like the mighty trees, and it longs for love. had i not been exposed to the beauties of my existence every day, would i still take them for granted? my skin is nothing but skin to me, because i see it every day. had i not been forced to consider my flaws as flaws by the preconditioned societal norms, would they still seem as flaws to me? proust taught me that the most successful meaning of life is art. so, let my body be art and let my mind be art, too. to live as if i am being created along the way, cherish myself like i’m a work of art and work on myself as if i am only the first draft. it would be easier to remember of my magic, had it not been for the clouds of judgement. but as everything is in constant motion, so too the clouds shall move. and when they do, i’ll whisper to the sun to help me shine.
there is no reason for me to be beautiful, i am not divine. i am not a god that people pray to, glorified for it’s unworldly powers. i am a mortal, a cosmic soul in a human vessel. do not be desparate for powers not destined for your kind. we are not born to be beautiful, we are born to learn. we are born to grow, and use our senses, to learn of the world around us. our ancestors have done that and we shall do that too. our children will grow up to explore the disasters we have left untouched. and when we die we will not be judged for our looks, for appearance has no scale of judgement. our vessels will be left under the ground, and the earth will let it fade into the darkness. what will be left of you when the deepest roots of earth decide to take you down? there is no reason for you to be beautiful, for you are not divine. when all is gone one thing shall be left untouched — your energy, your love, your soul.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley is one of the most recognized goth novelists of her time, she is called the mother of science fiction and horror, and is considered one of the earliest feminist writers in history. Today Mary is best known for her 1818 novel Frankenstein, Or The Modern Prometheus —a tale so old and gruesome, that it still haunts the readers today. Her life was full of poetry, family scandals and love affairs, repeated loss and blackmail, and some other morbid facts that spice it all up.
I started using make-up relatively late, at least compared to my friends in school. When I was younger I believed there was no need for make-up because natural beauty is abundant on its own. That was until I hit puberty and acne forced me to change my mind.