Measured

A woman is often measured by the things she cannot control. She is measured by the way her body curves or doesn’t curve. By where she is flat or straight or round. She is measured by 36-24-36 and inches and ages and numbers. By all the outside things that don’t ever add up to who she is on the inside. And so if a woman is to be measured, let her be measured by the things she can control, by who she is and who she is trying to become because as every woman knows, measurements are only statistics, and statistics lie. -First read this […]

I see beauty in disaster

“I love vacant beds and crumpled sheets, ladders in tights, and intertwined legs. I love bruised knees and protruding bones, inside out tights, and windows frozen in ice. I find beauty in spirals of smoke. I see beauty in disaster, in the chaos of a litter-strewn room, or a face dripping in tear stained mascara. I can’t explain why I find myself intrigued by these things, i’m beginning to think that theres no need for explanation.” – Unknown