February 8, 2015

I Am Allowed.

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“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.” ~ Marcel Proust


From the saga—coming back to myself—or creating myself, today I want to write down few thoughts on body image, living life to the fullest and being an independent woman in a country where most girls are chasing husbands and they don’t dare to do what they feel like doing for fear of disappointing their families.

I’m talking about growing up into beautiful human beings on the inside—learning to listen to our hearts, communicating about what we like and what we dislike, holding our own ground. Adventuring into the unknown and not being afraid of making mistakes.

I’ve hade some rough and some less rough days lately, and most of the days I choose the Light. One look at my wrist and the tiny sun that’s sitting comfortably there, and I remember that this is my battle and the important things are already living inside of me.

I am allowed to change my mind.

I am allowed to scream, dance and laugh until my stomach hurts and cry until there are no tears left in the ocean of tears.

I am allowed to dye my hair any fucking colour I want, because I can and because I want to. No other explanations needed.

I am allowed not to like you because of the way you treat the people that are ‘below’ you. I am also allowed to tell you that to your face.

I am allowed to dress like a tomboy one day, to built a piece of furniture and get down and dirty because I want to clean the kitchen pipes.

I am sure as hell allowed to dress like a ‘girly girl,’ put heels on and makeup and perfume and cross a leg over another when I sit tall at dinner.

I am allowed to embrace my sexuality, feel beautiful and attractive, and to not expect anyone to tell me that I am any of those things, because I know I am ALL of those things.On most days. And that’s ok. And I’m not ashamed that I feel that way.

I am allowed to say ‘no’ to anything that makes me feel uncomfortable—in either the bedroom, the halls of a job interview or in any situation that I perceive as threatening.

I am allowed to be comfortable in my own skin, not be ashamed to experience pleasure, and say ‘NO’ to messed up image models the media is trying to sell to me. I am allowed to travel, even go around the world if I want to. I am allowed to move to Antartica, or Australia or India or anywhere in between. On my own. With no one to backup me, or to hold my hand while I am doing so.

You are only limited by the walls that you create around yourself. Don’t let others misconceptions and ideas about life to rule your world.

Stay young. Let your ego die. Act like a child. Embrace everything that comes your way.

Embrace change and weirdness.

Blow people off if you don’t feel comfortable around them, tell them to f*ck off!

You are allowed to do it.

Remember that at the end of the day, all you have is who you are.

And that you need to love the person that is staring back at you in that goddamn bathroom mirror.



A Real Woman Is: Whoever the F*ck She Wants To Be. {Empowering Illustrations}


This is For the Women Who Don’t Give a F*ck. {Adult}

Author: Monica Paraschiv

Editor: Renee Picard

Image: Google images labelled for reuse 

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