no matter what you do you will be judged by somebody. You can’t live your life worried about someone else’s opinion of you. You deserve to be true to yourself. when you are honest with yourself you will be surrounded by positivity. 

“Laugh at the men who tell you you’re pretty. You are more than that.”

Things I will tell my daughter

“1. Wash your sheets every two weeks, I promise you’ll sleep better.

2. If a boy breaks your heart, it’s okay to cry.

3. If a girl breaks your heart, it’s okay to cry.

4. School is important, but there are many things you can’t learn in a classroom. Pursue them.

5. Find your passion, and run with it.

6. No, you don’t need to lose weight.

7. You are beautiful without make up.

8. You are beautiful with make up.

9. Being a good person will never go out of style

10. Buy yourself flowers if you’re feeling sad.

11. Getting enough sleep is very important.

12. Drinking water has so many benefits

13. Believe in fairytales, believe in love, and allow no one to steal your magic.

14. Reading is good for the soul.

15. I am not here to judge you, but I will always support what I think is best for you.

16. I appreciate you.

17. I am proud of you.

18. Even on your worst days, you will never disappoint me.

19. I love you no matter what.”

— 

19 Things I Will Tell My Daughter (via brennanat)

nothing shows true beauty like a dancer with passion in their moves

i want a love so beautiful, like light reflecting rain

glistening in the darkness, makes you go insane

shining on the edges of the moon so high

I want a love so beautiful, it almost makes you cry.

i want a love so sweetly, it makes the poor boy smile

lighting up the world, like lily of the nile

spreading like wild fire across through every plain

i want a love so sweetly, makes you forget the pain.

i want a love so deep, the oceans oceans go green

with envy of such depth

i want a love so bright, the sun needs shades

lighting up the path, on days to better days

sharing all its love to each and every place

I want a love so beautiful

I want a love so deep

I want a love so warm

you can feel it in the streets

a love spreading wide

a love digging deep

a love stretching high

you can feel it in your sleep

i want this love so meaningful

you can’t even sleep

without saying,

“hey beautiful, you’re someone I’d like to keep”

My Dearest Daughter,

My Dearest Daughter,

‘You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no flaw in you.’ (song of solomon 4:7) My child, you are ‘fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are my works; your soul knows it very well’ (psalm 139:14) But, I warn you, “do not let your adorning be external–the braiding of hair and the putting on of gold and jewelry, or the clothing you wear– but let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a genuine and quiet spirit, which in My sight is very precious.’ (1Peter 3:3-4) You are ‘more precious than jewels, and nothing anyone desires can compare with you. Love life is in your right hand; in your left hand are riches and honor. Your ways are ways of pleasantness, and all your paths are peace. You are a tree of life to those who lay hold of you; those who hold fast are called blesses.’ (Proverbs 3:15-18) So tell me child, ‘why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like on of these. If that is how I clothe the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will I not much more clothe you–you of little faith? So do not worry’ (Matthew 6:28-31). For I tell you, ‘as a lily among brambles, so is my love among the young women.’ (Song of Solomon 2:2) So, ‘a new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another. By this all people will know that your are my disciples, if you have love for one another.’ (John 13:34-35).  

For all of eternity, 

Your Loving Heavenly Father

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zRlpIkH3b5I

what is important?

it is important to love
it is important to live
and it is important to laugh

it is important to compliment others
it is important to embrace others
and it is important to care for others

it is important to love yourself
it is important to live your life
and it is important to laugh at yourself

it is important to compliment yourself
it is important to embrace yourself
and it is important to care for yourself

your life is important
you are important
and so is everyone around you

a life lived knowing this is beautiful

Dear ALL

You LOOK beautiful vs. You ARE beautiful

“you look beautiful” vs. “you are beautiful”

The difference is so subtle but means so much. 

My dad always makes a big point about this. Calling us beautiful, me and my sisters, instead of focusing on our appearance but rather our entire being. If you haven’t gotten it yet, that is what my whole blog is all about. There are two different kinds of beautiful. Looking beautiful and being beautiful. 

One thing we fail to do as woman is make sure we describe each other as beautiful in the right sense. A beautiful person is not based on what they look like. It is based on their entire being. People are beautiful. In the way they walk with confidence, in the way they speak passionately about something or someone, in the way they care for each other.

People are beautiful.

When you see someone’s eyes light up after receiving a gift whatever it may be.

When a child smiles for the first time and greats an uproar of joy from everyone watching. 

When a mother sees her child accomplish something great and proud tears stream down her face.

People are beautiful.

When long lost friends finally reunite.

When two future lovers kiss for the first time.

When a group of teens head down to the beach in the wee hours of the night just for fun and are filled with laughter.

When the windows are down on a long drive and people’s hair is everywhere and the music is loud.

People are beautiful.

You are beautiful.

You can look beautiful through certain tasks of self- “improvement”

But you can’t make a person be beautiful.

They already are.

Just let them know and they’ll shine brighter than the stars above.

Have you ever told someone something along the lines of a compliment and they just light up?

They take in a breath and let it out like a surprising relief.

Their eyes glow and their cheeks turn pink. 

They become so beautiful when filled with love from head to toe, all from something you said.

Our words to each other are so powerful, down to the structure of our sentences.

You are beautiful vs. you look beautiful. 

If an uplifting word is so effective on someone, imagine a destructive word.

Imagine watching that light shatter. You can easily see a heart break into a million pieces in someones eyes. 

People are so beautiful and so fragile. No matter how tough a human being acts, there is a small child inside of them who was broken by something. People are so fragile. Isn’t it strange how the most beautiful things in life are so fragile?

Argument #1: Girls who are skinny. They are beautiful.

Argument #2: Girls who are curvy. They are beautiful.

My Argument: Woman are made in all shapes and sizes. When did we decide one shape was more beautiful than another? Who decided one size was above another? Why do we put these limits on ourselves? I heard once that comparison is the root of disappointment and the weapon of evil. So true. You are beautiful because your soul is beautiful not because you wear a size 2 or a C-cup bra. I would much rather be known for having a beautiful smile or spirit than a hot bod. Beauty is the reflection of whats on the inside. So just love your body for what it is. Decorate it. Lavish it. Enjoy it.

Anne Lamott said:

"Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you're 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn't go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggle and you had a nice comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It's going to break your heart. Don't let this happen"


I don't know who said this but I'm putting this quote here too.

"No matter what you do you will be judged by somebody. You can’t live your life worried about someone else’s opinion of you. You deserve to be true to yourself. When you are honest with yourself you will be surrounded by positivity." 

Stop worrying so much about what others are going to think about you. Live your life fully, happily, and colorfully. 

how do you keep on loving your body when it's not loving you back

Here's a tragic short story

I went on a trip to Texas, happy as can be with my body and picking myself up everyday through the general insecurities, a healthy weight.

Came back after just one week, ONE WEEK.

I had gained 10 pounds.

The end.

What the hell, man?!

There is a difference between loving your body for what it is a keeping it healthy. They are two separate issues. The first morning I was there they fed me a hot dog wrapped in a donut and deep fried with powdered sugar on it. After a taste of that washed down with the a cup of sugar and a hint of coffee, it was all down hill from there.

Coming home was hard. I had to overcome my obsessing over the way I looked and had to focus on the way I felt.

It was tricky and I'm still working on it. You can gain weight 10 times faster than you can lose it.
But here is what I learned. What you put on the inside effects your outside. Obviously I had heard this before and I had understood and processed it but never truly experienced it. So tell me, how do you keep on loving your body when it's not loving you back?  

You treat it as a temple. Ya, ya I know it sounds super Christianese, but its the truth.

Through my little challenge I've been dealing with having to learn how to love my body at every state.

Through each step of getting my health back and feeling good I have to take each day as a gift. A step closer to returning to, not necessarily to how much I used to weigh, but, to how I used to feel.

I'm 5"2. On someone genetically as stout as I am, 10 lbs makes a big difference. I instinctively went for a run the day I returned and found myself unbearably out of shape.

Like any young girl, I looked for the quickest diet or exercise to help myself out. Flipping through magazines I was told by the media to believe in certain tricks and tips on how to be healthy, but to be honest, it's all crap.

Heath is not a weight or a size or a shape. Health is the functions inside working rhythmically and it showing on the outside.

And with the pursuit of health comes a confidence. When you treat your body right it treats you right. Take care of it and it will take care of you. Love it and it will love you.

And with every individual body comes a specific health. The way you take care of your body to keep healthy may be completely different from the way I keep my body healthy, and that's ok.

You are unique. Every inch of you. And with your uniqueness comes a responsibility to love yourself and love on yourself. There's no perfect equation to keeping your body healthy. For some it's eating right and exercising occasionally for others they have to work a little harder. Whatever it may be in your practice of health we must all remember one very important thing.

If you wait to love yourself until after you've reached your goal or what-not, you'll quickly learn that no matter how many crunches you do or how much celery you eat, you will never be good enough for your own expectations.

So stop comparing and expecting your body to become something it's not. Start loving yourself today, don't wait, start today, start now.

Lyrics to Live by

Put your make-up on
Get your nails done
Curl your hair
Run the extra mile
Keep it slim so they like you, do they like you?

Get your sexy on
Don't be shy, girl
Take it off
This is what you want, to belong, so they like you
Do you like you?

You don't have to try so hard
You don't have to, give it all away
You just have to get up, get up, get up, get up
You don't have to change a single thing

You don't have to try, try, try, try
You don't have to try, try, try, try
You don't have to try, try, try, try
You don't have to try
Yooou don't have to try

Oooh
Oooh

Get your shopping on, at the mall, max your credit cards
You don't have to choose, buy it all, so they like you
Do they like you?

Wait a second,
Why, should you care, what they think of you
When you're all alone, by yourself, do you like you?
Do you like you?

You don't have to try so hard
You don't have to, give it all away
You just have to get up, get up, get up, get up
You don't have to change a single thing

You don't have to try so hard
You don't have to bend until you break
You just have to get up, get up, get up, get up
You don't have to change a single thing

You don't have to try, try, try, try
You don't have to try, try, try, try
You don't have to try, try, try, try
You don't have to try

You don't have to try, try, try, try
You don't have to try, try, try, try
You don't have to try, try, try, try
You don't have to try
Yooou don't have to try

Oooh
Oooh

You don't have to try so hard
You don't have to, give it all away
You just have to get up, get up, get up, get up
You don't have to change a single thing

You don't have to try, try, try, try
You don't have to try, try, try, try
You don't have to try
You don't have to try

Take your make-up off
Let your hair down
Take a breath
Look into the mirror, at yourself
Don't you like you?
Cause I like you

Read more: Colbie Caillat - Try Lyrics | MetroLyrics 

WATCH

http://www.cosmopolitan.com/celebrity/news/taryn-brumfitt-before-after?src=spr_FBPAGE&spr_id=1440_58506515

Everything God creates is beautiful. We are mistaken when we make distinctions of what we think is beautiful and what is not. -My Dad

live in the sunshine.
swim in the sea.
drink the wild air.
-Emerson


I love early mornings when it feels like the rest of the world is still fast asleep.  When you're the only one who's awake and everything feels like it isn't really real and you kind of forget the problems of your day-to-day life. The sun is flooding in through the window and the leaves turn bright green in the rays, when the wind barely blows and you sip warm coffee. Rubbing sleep out of your eyes, skin still so soft and tender from sleeping. For a moment it's just you with the world and the sunrise, living in perfect harmony.

BLIND BEAUTY IS AN EPIDEMIC TODAY

You can't believe everything you see

On TVs and movie screens

Sidewalk ads and magazines 

Everything's been photoshopped

Edited or changed

Everything's been airbrushed 

Nothing's left the same 

They've all changed their body shape

Just to please the judges

But who are they trying to please?

They’re trying to please you

Obsessing over pudges 

The muscle of your inner thigh

Dare not let them touch

The muscles in your inner soul

They don't mean that much

The makeup on your face must be

As perfect as your diamond ring

But your diamond came as a stone 

Rugged and alone

It came from the earth itself

Never meant to go

And sure it's full of beauty 

when compressed

But then it's cut and shaped and changed 

Into how you wish it be

Isn't one change just enough

To bring out your inner beauty

To the surface for all to see

Isn't this change more important

Than all of you and me?

Show the world who you are

All the beauty in thee

Show the world 

What I see 

in you and in me

You're beauty is not decided 

On your jean size or bra cup

Your beauty is not decided 

On the changes or starvations

Your beauty is decided

On your imaginative creations

On your talents, words, and actions 

On your soul, mind, and heart

Beauty is not to be seen

Beauty is to be heard

Beauty is to be felt

Beauty is to be treated in the same way

as love or charity or comfort

You feel it 

You know it

You express it

And as with all these things like beauty

The shapes and sizes are endless

Variations uncountable

Beauty is limitless

And to be unchangeable 

Loving Someone

loving someone is hard

loosing someone is harder

loosing someone you love is nearly impossible

being loved and lost to someone who loves you is out of the question

so when you love someone 

they seem to take the love you gave them with you

leaving the only reassurance with you

that you did well

if you truly love someone 

you will let them take the path of God’s hands

and let God take yours as well

love is difficult

but being alone is harder

loving someone is unreasonable

but not loving someone is preposterous

so why do we do this?

love so that we can loose?

with only the slight hope of a better reunion in a perfect place

we can’t even imagine the reasons or the reasons that are in store

we don’t know the motives of God’s plans 

or where they might take us

or even if we’ll see them

but do we need to know?

if we don’t even know all earthly knowledge 

then how can we expect to know all of Holy knowledge...

not all the questions you ask need to be answered

just submerge yourself in the eminence

of not knowing 

but rather wondering

with the comfort that He knows for you 

so you do not have the burden of knowing

nor to do one’s utmost to follow the placed plan

But rather to sit and follow with trust in the one who does know

that is why we love

because we do not know where it will take us

and the journey of loving will only grow us closer to God himself

Authentic Love

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zng2piCy4RA

YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL BODY...I HAVE A BEAUTIFUL BODY

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Lz6tYh4esY

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ybvzMXO65Vk

Took a photo of my beautiful sis and thought I'd share it

*Quote of the day*

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, 

the figure that she carries, 

or the way she combs her hair.

 The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, 

because that is the doorway to her heart, 

the place where love resides.

 True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.

 It's the caring that she lovingly gives, 

the passion that she shows

 and the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years. 

-Audrey Hepburn-

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD WATCH THIS

http://www.upworthy.com/5-minutes-of-what-the-media-actually-does-to-women-8?c=reccon1

YOU LITTLE BASTARDS

Let me tell you about my afternoon yesterday. 

Starting in the morning: I ditched school to help my mom go find something to wear to a special dinner party. It was going to be a good day. I didn’t have to go to school, I got to sleep in, and I got to spend the day with my mom. How we were going to spend the day ended up a lot different then expected. Starting off the day right, I made sautéed  veggies with a touch of scrambled eggs, drank some coffee, and started my new book. My mom went to the doctor and returned with a few shots in her elbows for her skin disease. We drank coffee, discussed the afternoon, and planned our (expected to be) great day. We were going to go to the mall, get a few cute items, go through my moms closet like we were Stacy and Clinton from “What Not To Wear,” get lunch at Whole Foods (my favorite place) and then pick up my little sister. Then we were going to get mom ready for her night and I was going to go to work. Easy peezy lemon squeezy... or so we thought.

First incident: After taking forever to decide and try on clothes, we settled on two cute matching dresses for the each of us from Daisy Shoppe. Finally at the cash register, scanning my adorable and definitely “necessary” items, my card gets declined.....embarrassing but deal-able. 

“The bank is just part of life, always there to screw you up. But, they want your business more then the money they charged you, so don’t fret buttercup.”

Turns out when I called the bank two days prior, they had charged me for stopping some scam system from charging me. So, frustrated and embarrassed, I put the items on hold and left to go call the bank. Sitting on a bench outside the sun, getting the situation worked out and finally simmering down, my mom starts playing with my hair. 

This is a known thing in my family, playing with each others hair is our way of affection. When someone is upset, we stroke their head. Crying, screaming, yelling, laughing, stroking each other’s head is like drinking water in the Hughes household. We are kind of like a group of chimpanzees, grooming each other affectionately. 

Second incident: While my mom was playing with my hair, she started pulling on a few strands. Finally off the phone, she nervously asks me to tilt my head into the sun. A weird sight it must have been, a 17 year old sitting outside the mall, with her mom digging through her hair like a couple of jungle monkeys. 

“Um, honey, did you put that dry shampoo in your hair this morning?”

I was having a particularly greasy hair day so I borrowed my sisters dry shampoo. 

“Yea, why?” I said nervously

“Does it kind of clump up around the ears sometimes?”

I knew where she was going with this so I began to rattle on about the processes and effects between the oil and dry shampoo, the same BS routine trait I gained from my father. 

We left to go look for some shoes for my moms fancy dinner party and on the way to Burlington Coat factory, I broke into a million pieces. Upset over the possibility of lice.  We pulled over in a secluded sunny part of the parking so she could meticulously dig through my hair again. We eventually decide to go pick up my sister from school, just in case it was lice, my sister would most likely have it too. 

On the way to pick her up, a familiar nauseous feeling built up in my gut. Another trait I gained from my father’s side, deep, dark, heavy, burdening, violent, vicious, anger. 

(Although, anyone and everyone who’s ever met my dad would know he is the kindest, most loving and gentle man alive, he just blows steam through his ear every once in a while, just like me)

Fun fact: I’ve got a really bad temper. 

As I cursed the world and all its inhabitants, my mom worried if the depth of my anger and detail of my curses would end in a violent and rash act of rebellion. Good thing my bark is worse then my bite. 

She reminded me of my grounds I needed to stick to. Dealing with this blood raging, red facing anger is something I will always have to live with.

“Anger is a secondary emotion. It comes from sadness. You are extremely upset, so you become extremely angry. It’s ok to feel anger, you should feel anger, however with your unique anger, like your aunt, uncle, dad, and grandpa, you have to learn to control it and release it in a healthy way.” 

This is very true for me. Another fun fact: I hate feeling my emotions. So much so that I will suppress them until I explode over something like a broken pencil, after not getting angry over bigger more reasonable things. I’m working on it. 

As she questioned my anger’s intensity, I thought of the most radical, vicious, tremendous, adventurous, act of rebellion I could muster up. Calmness. 

All the devil wants is for me to lose my temper, it is his greatest goal in life because he knows how it hurts me. Yet, the most rebellious act against mankind, against the world, against everything and anything, against me and my anger, is to be even closer to God. 

BOOM, take THAT Lucifer! 

As the story goes, I had nits, the little bastards. Nits are lice eggs. They are obnoxiously   tiny and take two weeks to hatch into lice. Thank the Lord we caught them when we did. 

Even though it is a prodigiously difficult thing to have to deal with, I enjoyed sitting in the sun as my mom dug through each and every hair follicle; combing and snipping every few difficult strands, while reading my new book. We did get to spend time with each other, between the loads of laundry and the poison shampoo showers, we still got to sit in the sunshine chatting up a storm. 

Mom: “Oh, I think I cut that one in half, ha, take that you little bastard...Die all you little shits,” she said through a light hearted smile. 

Me: “I believe these are demonic creatures on my head, spiritually attacking us because we have been so deliberate about God lately. We are in the full cross-hairs of the devil, so he sent his little bastards into MY cross-hairs as revenge.”

Mom: “Touché, Devil. Too bad we’re stronger.” 

This is the kind of bad ass actions of love I like to see in the world. Gives me a little more faith in humanity.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QnVbQuxok0I

We are all different and we are all beautiful, We are making up the colors of shells on the shore, Different and Beautiful each in our own way

•Beauty•

You can't believe everything you see

On TVs and movie screens

Sidewalk ads and magazines 

Everything's been photoshopped

Edited or changed

Everything's been airbrushed 

Nothing's left the same 

They've all changed their body shape

Just to please the judges

But who are they trying to please?

They’re trying to please you

Obsessing over pudges 

The muscle of your inner thigh

Dare not let them touch

The muscles in your inner soul

They don't mean that much

The makeup on your face must be

As perfect as your diamond ring

But your diamond came as a stone 

Rugged and alone

It came from the earth itself

Never meant to go

And sure it's full of beauty 

when compressed

But then it's cut and shaped and changed 

Into how you wish it be

Isn't one change just enough

To bring out your inner beauty

To the surface for all to see

Isn't this change more important

Than all of you and me?

Show the world who you are

All the beauty in thee

Show the world 

What I see 

in you and in me

You're beauty is not decided 

On your jean size or bra cup

Your beauty is not decided 

On the changes or starvations

Your beauty is decided

On your imaginative creations

On your talents, words, and actions 

On your soul, mind, and heart

Beauty is not to be seen

Beauty is to be heard

Beauty is to be felt

Beauty is to be treated in the same way

as love or charity or comfort

You feel it 

You know it

You express it

And as with all these things like beauty

The shapes and sizes are endless

Variations uncountable

Beauty is limitless

And to be unchangeable 

STOP

What if we all just stopped 

Fell silent

For once, what if we looked up and around us

What if, just for a moment, every single person stopped. 

Stopped texting

Stopped scrolling

Stopped running

Stopped yelling

Stopped gossiping

Just stopped

Imagine the people you'd see

Right there in front of you 

Standing, stopped, just like you

Imagine who'd you meet

Imagine what you'd hear

Imagine what you'd learn

What if we stopped all the radios and the engines and the machines

What if we turned off all the lights

Opened all the doors

And took a step outside

What if 

What if you were to close this screen and stop. 

Stop everything you're doing and just leave

What if you were to take off your shoes and step outside

Feel the earth drumming beneath your feet

How would you feel? Would it hurt you? 

What would it be like if we all just stopped and did nothing but step outside. 

What if we all stopped and took a moment 

A moment in silence

A moment in life

What if you just stopped. 

Stopped for a moment

That's all it takes

To stop. To listen. To feel. 

What if

What if I dare you......

Sand: tiny beautiful different individual pieces, all together making up the foundation of oceans

Oh This Messed Up World

Oh how lost we are in our own little world. Our own little bubble. Everything blurred and unseen by the world “they” want us to see. This world we see with our eyes, in the magazines and on TVs, this is not our world. Our world has been hushed out, discriminated against in the pursuit to end discrimination. Persecuted against in the strive to end persecution. Thrown into the closet claiming to be coming out of it. A cruel world that has blinded us and only claims the description of a world because of popularity. But our true world is a place of love and of compassion and of truth. 

A place where we all work as a function, together, making one machine with no extra parts. No parts the wrong size or brand or color or shape. Whether all sizes differ in every way or identical in every way, doesn’t matter. Each of us having an individual purpose all our own, vital in holding together this functioning machine. Without each purpose it would not work. 

This is our world we are destined to keep alive. 

Not the boardwalk backdrop being shoved in our faces. These images of young girls in boyish bodies, starving yet forced to have curves, but not too much, it is terrifying.

More curve here, less you there, tighter here, loser here. All these demands and judgments of how we should look, how we should walk, how we should talk. So many requirements to strive toward with every fiber in our being yet we are supposed to look effortless. This idea that all we do is lay around and eat junk food and be cute while doing it is completely absurd. Especially when the requirements for us to be stick thin, practically bow legged, with long perfectly manicured nails and luscious locks can not be accomplished through lounging on the couch in over sized sweaters and thigh high socks while caressing teddy bears. 

That is another thing. 

There is this desire to act childish, to which in thought I would agree with, except for the perverted twist society has swung upon the idea. This hope to regain childhood innocence while cuddling your overly touchy boyfriends. 

It is like the song “Like a Virgin” by Madonna. A song of sharing love with another person, “touched for the very first time”. This moment of beginnings is ultimate innocence. The transfer from a dreamer to a lover. Putting all those day dreams of boys and how you’ll kiss them and where to put your hands, all this turning into your new reality.

 This moment is once, 

and if this moment is stolen then it can happen again with time and prayer but the idea of innocence is not like it used to be. This blinding world has taken innocence away from are aching palms.

 We are required to look perfect. This is supposed to be done effortlessly while looking like a Victoria Secret model. They call themselves angels. This is almost too terrible to think about. How could an angel of God be so provocative and revealing. The only angels I know who could bear themselves to reveal so much of their beauty to any and all passerby's are those of evil.

 The angels of darkness often disguises themselves to be light. A common act of role play. They display innocence while subliminally critiquing your own insecurities to which they create. 

How cruel.

And those poor girls, they are the ones who hold no secrets. Maybe Victoria’s secret is that she and all of her models don't have any secrets. They are all out, all there, revealed in every which way. It’s ironic really.

Cruelly ironic. 

This world. So cruel, this is not the world I strive to live in. Yes there are two worlds here. The one of society and the one of love. Love from salvation. Beauty is simply a visual of love. Let it be this way. Don't try to change the face of beauty because beauty is nothing if not genuine and raw. Free and living. Beauty is the clear display of the natural ways. These ways of life we are born with. Live lovingly and you will radiate love in every step you take. 

This is the functioning machine of a world I wish to live in. A world where innocence is innocence and beauty is beauty. A world where love simply radiates.