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I thought I was going to school to be other people, but really, what I learned was to be myself-accepting myself, my strengths and weaknesses. - Lupita Nyong’o

onebuttscratcher:

I thought I was going to school to be other people, but really, what I learned was to be myself-accepting myself, my strengths and weaknesses. - Lupita Nyong’o

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People here seem very nice…I think I’ll give a try at being social on tumblr for once

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I wanted to be pretty and skinny. But the fact is, I never will.

Because I can’t change my face, I can’t erase this big nose of mine nor change my ears.
Because I have really big bones and even if I do all the sport I can and follow all the diets I can, I will always have these large hips and these round shoulders, I’ll never have any thigh gap nor will I have pale long fingers.

I’m short and I have fat in my body, I’ll never grow up ever again, my nails won’t be long and white, I’ll never look cute in an oversized sweater with high socks, nor will I ever have long skinny legs like models.

I wanted to be pretty and skinny.

But bodies aren’t built the same way, morphologies change according to ethnic groups and genetic heritages. The bump of my nose won’t break by itself to become a cute and straight one, my legs won’t grow, my soulders won’t become bony.

Because my body isn’t just built that way.

I wanted to be pretty and skinny.

Because it always feels nice when people look at you and think ‘whoa’, because it always feels nice to go shopping and fit in every dress or jean you try, because it always feels nice to touch your skin and not feel your finger dig into it like it would in butter.

I wanted to be pretty and skinny.

Because becoming an actress is my dream and you just have to look at Scarlett Johnason, Emma Watson or Karen Gillan to know you won’t be casted easily in you’re a fat little ugly one.

I wanted to be pretty and skinny.

Because I’m tired to look in the mirror and be disgusted by what I see, exhausted to be disgusted everyday, and realizing I can’t do a lot about it.

I wanted to be pretty and skinny.

Because sometimes, being the smart one isn’t enough.

I wanted to be pretty and skinny.

But I know I won’t, so I better start accepting what I look like because I’m stuck in my body until the rest of life. That’s my body, that’s my face, my eyes, my nose, my ears, my shoulders, my hips, my skin, my fat, that’s all mine, I grew up with it the way we grow up with silly old cartoons and plushies, I made them change, I took care of them, I hated them in the bad days and liked them in the good ones, I carried them from my birth to now on, and I’ll keep carry them until the day maggots and worms will eat them.

My body heal when it has been cut by the meat knife or burnt my the glass of the fireplace, I aches when I jog, it is comfortable when I’m in my bedsheets, my hair grow, my stomach growls when I need to be fed, my throat turns dry when I need to be hydrated.

My body loves me, so maybe I can start loving it too.

I wanted to be pretty and skinny.

But I’m okay with what I am now. My face isn’t flawless, my plastic isn’t perfect, but I’m okay with it.
I won’t spend my life being miserable about what I look like.
It would be too stupid.

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- a girl who’s neither pretty or skinny (via reichen-brook)

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