Leather jacket, Express. Cropped ruffle top, vintage. Harem pants, Zara. Bag, Chanel. Boots, Dr. Martin's.
I love to see people other than teenage girls with cropped shirts, I especially love all the "oh no she didn't--SHE DID!" double takes. Everyone has the same stuff under their clothes anyway. Be who you want to be, and don't do it for anyone but you--everyone should really start loving what they've got. It is really time we all got past the ridiculous ideals of beauty that we insist on following, and hating in secrecy all the while, because if you aren't in style and perfectly coiffed, you are nothing right? Everyone can starve themselves thin to fit that mold that nearly every single magazine and media outlet glorifies, and reaffirms what is acceptable every single day. I stopped reading most magazines, and I don't have a television for that very reason.
It is time for the mold-breakers, I really think everyone is tired of this image sickness where already beautiful women feel the need to be something else other than what they already are, so everyone changes to become the same clone. Every single person--no matter where they are, what they have or don't have, or how they look--is divine, and in charge of their journey here. What makes us beautiful isn't our bodies, or what we can buy to cover them up, we all know that. I have stretch marks, my teeth aren't straight, and some of them are chipped, and you know I can go on and on with that list of what people would like to call flaws, but I don't feel like there is anything is wrong with me. I love my teeth, I love my stretch marks, and I don't know who deemed themselves God a long time ago, and started calling those things flaws under their divine judgment, but I'm pretty sure they didn't have any self-love, because anyone who judges others based on their looks is a lost, confused individual--and somehow those judgments became the basis for an entire industry.
