Just woke up looking like this. I’m ready for the day! #bedhead #gpoy #sleepyhead
Going to work on my day off looking like crap. Literally rolled out of bed and threw on a dress.
My grandma died this evening and I’m not sure how I feel. I’m upset but then…I’m not. I loved her, but we weren’t really close. I don’t remember much from when she visited us when I was younger - just things my parents have told me that had happened.
I remember my aunts way more than her. It hurts me that my family is hurting, but other than that…. I really don’t feel anything for her. I haven’t seen or spoken to her in years. I’m sad she’s gone, but I’m more upset over how my family is reacting to her passing rather than her actually being gone.
Does that make me a horrible person?
Okay. I have been having so many problems with boys today that I ACTUALLY thought for a second “I’m binning this fucking skirt”.
But, NO, I’m not binning this skirt, I LIKE THIS SKIRT.
I’ve had people think buying me coffee through a third party means I owe them something, I’ve had guys telling me things they wanna do to my ass in the middle of the street and that because they prefer that I’m a woman and not a little girl, I’ll be game for the “bounce”, and I’ve had boys who think they can tell me I’m the milf of their dreams and ask if I’ll show them some leg, while I push my toddler on the way to my daughter’s school. AND I’M DONE.
Here’s the thing:
I KNOW MY BUM LOOKS GOOD.
I know what this skirt does for my waist to hip ratio.
I know it’s a tight skirt.
I know it shows I have significantly less lumps and bumps than I did 6months ago.
I know it’s a skirt that suits me.
I DONT NEED YOU TO YELL IT AT ME ON THE STREET.
I won’t change my wardrobe because men are intimidating or crude or immature and have distinct lack of boundaries.
I’m not the girl of your dreams you found in a coffee shop sitting alone waiting for the right boy.
THIS ISN’T A TAYLOR SWIFT SONG.
I don’t want to hear every dirty thought that goes through your mind, because porn taught you I secretly like to be degraded.
THIS ISN’T A PORNO.
It’s my life and I wanna live it with your silent appreciation and awe, because my arse looks good in this skirt, my waist looks great and hips and belly do too and you can think that, fuck knows I DO, but you can also leave me the fuck alone.
Canadian artist Ruth Oosterman collaborates with her 2-year-old daughter Eve to produce vibrant paintings. For each piece, the young girl first doodles on a page with black ink. Oosterman then chats with her daughter as she paints to get a sense of the ideas behind the lines.