I have no false modesty. I barely make it most days. I know, it looks like I have it all together, or think I do. I don’t and I’m not fooling anyone.
Just like the rest of the world, I bumble and stumble and crawl through the mosh-pit of life, trying to get to the stage. Seems further all the time.
Days I can’t face dealing with one more petty fight, one more but of trauma drama heaped on me because I attract the center of the swirling storms of poop. I have to be doing it on some level. I’m taking a year to mentally re-group and delete that part of my character. Just be and do and see. Work for what I need to be happy without being controversial.
I’m not sure I can do that. Maybe that’s the problem. I want everything to be fair and straight forward. It’s never going to be that way.
I have no false modesty. I barely make it most days. I know, it looks like I have it all together, or think I do. I don’t and I’m not fooling anyone.
Just like the rest of the world, I bumble and stumble and crawl through the mosh-pit of life, trying to get to the stage. Seems further all the time.
Days I can’t face dealing with one more petty fight, one more but of trauma drama heaped on me because I attract the center of the swirling storms of poop. I have to be doing it on some level. I’m taking a year to mentally re-group and delete that part of my character. Just be and do and see. Work for what I need to be happy without being controversial.
I’m not sure I can do that. Maybe that’s the problem. I want everything to be fair and straight forward. It’s never going to be that way.
I have no false modesty. I barely make it most days. I know, it looks like I have it all together, or think I do. I don’t and I’m not fooling anyone.
Just like the rest of the world, I bumble and stumble and crawl through the mosh-pit of life, trying to get to the stage. Seems further all the time.
Days I can’t face dealing with one more petty fight, one more but of trauma drama heaped on me because I attract the center of the swirling storms of poop. I have to be doing it on some level. I’m taking a year to mentally re-group and delete that part of my character. Just be and do and see. Work for what I need to be happy without being controversial.
I’m not sure I can do that. Maybe that’s the problem. I want everything to be fair and straight forward. It’s never going to be that way.
“I know. I lost the password and *SOMEONE* did not give me admin rights.”
“Oops, I’ll take care of that.”
Three days later…
“Are you going to post to your blog”
“Password.”
“Oh, yeah. I’ll take care of that…”
I’d post the whole ordeal, but I finally found my password and on I can go. I should not have lost it, but I was using a program with Google Chrome that gets the, “Suck-Tastic” award. Hmm, I may have to TM that, so I can hand it out every year. Like to the blog I ran across this morning touting the sun protective properties of Mineral Malkeup and going on to say that their mineral makeup has no horrible things in it life, “Zinc and Titanium Dioxide.” Okay, fine. Where are the sun protective properties? Hmm, the company sells an SPF product in moisturizer form. Active ingredients…That’s right, TiO2 and Zinc. Crap-tastic. Scare you out of buying products with those things in it and scare you into buying those products. I think I’m going to hurl.
The fact is, we don’t want truth in advertising. We want lies on a pretty bottle. Madison Avenue knows that. So do makeup companies, organic food companies, non organic food companies and all sorts of companies.
Lies, tell me sweet little lies. I wonder if women stay with horrible men because we’ve been fed lies all our lives? I guess that’s a leap, huh?
Not mine. Mine are not that bright, but a tad better than these. Names not shared, to protect the stupid.
From a Dermatologists site: “Mineral Makeup is just a fad. It’s nothing more than all the things we’ve always used in makeup, but with far fewer ingredients.”
What do we look for in cosmetic products? Sex appeal baby.
“Shut up, Nancy, you’re an idiot.”
Which may, or may not be true, but I’m right about this. Okay, it’s an opinion, but research backs me up. Which research? So much that citing it all would fill pages. We want our models reed thin and symmetrical. We want our products packaged with appeal and to make us feel like we’re pampering ourselves. There’s a guilt line there. We often feel guilty about a bath, makeup, new outfit. Women have been taught to put themselves behind a lot of people, and are just learning that being out front, now and then, is perfectly fine.
You know those self-esteem Dove ads with normal, healthy women in them? They crashed and burned. Sad? Maybe, maybe not. In the real world we have ideals and those are not grounded in reality. Reality is not that fairytale bs we were sold as kids. You’ve got to rescue yourself in the real world. That’s why it’s a fairytale. It’s unreachable, ridiculous and silly. Just like 6 foot Goddesses are in magazines. We buy into it, for whatever reason and maybe we should stop beating ourselves up for it. Sure, I like my models to look healthy and a little more human looking, but not as short, old, or with the skin of death I own. That’s at the heart of the crap on TV at night. We want to buy into it, believe it, think there’s a five minute a day toy that will make us perfect.
“Results not typical.”
We lift people who are low and belittle those who are at the pinnacle. Except for George Cloony. The man can do no wrong. A stereotypical playboy that we all adore. He loves em and leaves em so much, it should be illegal, but that’s fine. As long as he’s single, the single women have hope. It does not have to be George Cloony. We can go Ga-Ga over anything and Lady Ga-Ga proves it. BTW, she’s brilliant. She could be in line at the grocery store and no one would know who she is. Costumes mean you can have a life. I say we let her. I don’t want lots of photos of her in real life. She’s the, K.I.S.S. of 2010 and she can and should be a mystery. She’s not human. She gets away with a lot, because she’s a fantasy.
Why do we put on makeup? To feel beautiful. To look pretty. To be…that’s right, SEXY! Don’t guilt yourself too much here. It’s ingrained in the very fiber of our brains. Sexy not only tells your sex partner, potential partner, etc, that we are, “up for it,” it warns other women away. “I am hot, can take care of my man.”
“BS!” You cry and prepare to hit the little X in the upper right hand corner.
Cry foul all day. I don’t care. Sure we’re supposed to love for other reasons, to be nurtured and to nurture, but even if you see no reason to procreate, that drive is in us and when we forget it’s there, because of life, kids, parents, everybody in the entire universe, except us, we run around in shlumpy clothing and say, “it’s natural.”
Please note, I am not saying to put on the ole war paint to attract a man. The hell with that. I’m saying, do something that gets to you. Smell pretty, whether it’s homegrown perfume, or YSL Lipstick in a stunning Tea Rose. That does it for me. Just having the container makes me feel pretty, powerful, strong, sexy.
Am I a sex bomb? Have you seen the photos? That would be a no. Do I feel like one when I’m in a pretty dress, at my personal best and bubbly, but not overbearing? Yep. I feel like the hottest thing in the room and that’s what I’m after. Self esteem should and does come from within, but smelling like a Goddess sure doesn’t hurt and helps me to be my best self.
So, slap on something for your skin, your body, your mind. Go out there dressed, for once. No too-tight leggings and a T-shirt that almost drags the floor. I know, I’m guilty too, just go out, be pretty and tell those other women…”Honey, I’ve got it all over you.” Snap!
There is no pill, tool, toy, magic vegetable, animal, or mineral that will do it. You’ve got to get up and do something, anything. I know how tempting the ads are. How amazing Acai Berries, and all protein diets sound. How easy and reasonable an infomercial is on a sleepless night.
I’ve been there. Three Hundred Twenty Pounds there. I’m 110 now. Yes, I had gastric surgery, ten years ago. That got off a hundred pounds.The rest was hard. Miserably hard, but it can be done. I did it. If I can do it, anyone can. Why? Cause I’m lazy. If I could lie around all day with Godiva Chocolates, a fruity drink and hot men to fan me with banana leaves, I’d do it. In a heartbeat do it. However, I cannot afford to do it, so I work my tail off to live long enough, to make a success of myself to afford half-dressed guys with palm fronds, fruit-filled goodness and the joy that is the perfect milk chocolate
Get off your duff and move it. You’re welcome to the chair next to me.
I wish I could take credit for finding this, but no. This was gifted to use by a forum member on one of my makeup creation groups.
And the first la shall be…Know what the heck thy is placing on thy face.
Read hype? Listen to TV doctors much? Panic cause certain TV doctors made broad sweeping statements which are not true? This woman posts the best and most understandable information on ingredients in cosmetics. We all know what we put in our bodies, what about on them? Some of us are even label readers, but have you read the incl. lists for what you put on your skin? The largest organ in the body? Our defense against death through heaven’s knows what? Don’t feel bad, most people don’t. This site has good information, well researched and no panic buttons that make us want to run away screaming.
Go visit Swift Craft Monkey. She is a must read for any consumer of cosmetics who cares about wha’s going on their skin and what it does.
