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Tuesday 30 April 2013
Holy Grail High-Waisted Jeans
Every woman needs a pair of jeans that fit her like a glove. Soft, comfortable, and able to look well both dressed up or worn casually; Every one of us girls know how hard it is to find them. So when you find a pair of those jeans, you hang onto them until they fall apart.
Today when my mum and I went shopping, I took the notion that I wanted a new pair of jeans that I could style as many different ways as possible. Now, let me just say I own a pair of jeans that I wear exclusively with heels because they are a wide flare from Forever 21. To turn them up would be one hell of a sacrilegious job. Those are my "going out" slash "funeral" jeans because I look silly in my interview suit trousers, going anywhere but an interview!
An Open Letter
Hey beautiful,
I know you are reading this because you struggle with something. You fight every day, with demons, unbeknownst to those around you. You hide away from people. I know, because I do it too. It helps. Or at least you think it helps. Let me correct myself. WE think it helps. But it doesn't help as much as we would like to believe it does. I know you keep your guard up, you keep people out. The mentality is "Well if I don't let them in, they can't leave, and then they can't hurt me...". It seems like the best option, the best way to safe guard your heart. I also know this. We're more alike than you think, eh?
So you have demons. Nobody knows what you deal with day-to-day. Do you cry when you're alone? Do you zone out of conversations to think about dying? Do you cut or burn yourself? Has something bad happened in your past? Have you something you need to tell someone, but are afraid to?
I know that what you're about to read is scary. But please, keep reading. Tell somebody. You have the power to make things better. The only way things will get better is if you share the problem. There's a good reason "A problem shared, is a problem halved" is such a great saying. The truth has a way of hiding itself in cliché little phrases. Silly, huh? But so true. Talking to someone will help, even if you don't believe me, I feel qualified to say this, because I thought the same, until I did it... Talking really helps, I promise you. Tell your best friend, your boyfriend, girlfriend, your sister or brother. Talk it out. Cry. Remember that pain is temporary.
Tell someone. Use a peer counselling service, if you have to. Things wont always suck so bad. Please, just remember that. Someone out there needs you to remember that. You are loved and treasured, even if people don't say it.
Love Always,
Amy,
xo
I know you are reading this because you struggle with something. You fight every day, with demons, unbeknownst to those around you. You hide away from people. I know, because I do it too. It helps. Or at least you think it helps. Let me correct myself. WE think it helps. But it doesn't help as much as we would like to believe it does. I know you keep your guard up, you keep people out. The mentality is "Well if I don't let them in, they can't leave, and then they can't hurt me...". It seems like the best option, the best way to safe guard your heart. I also know this. We're more alike than you think, eh?
So you have demons. Nobody knows what you deal with day-to-day. Do you cry when you're alone? Do you zone out of conversations to think about dying? Do you cut or burn yourself? Has something bad happened in your past? Have you something you need to tell someone, but are afraid to?
I know that what you're about to read is scary. But please, keep reading. Tell somebody. You have the power to make things better. The only way things will get better is if you share the problem. There's a good reason "A problem shared, is a problem halved" is such a great saying. The truth has a way of hiding itself in cliché little phrases. Silly, huh? But so true. Talking to someone will help, even if you don't believe me, I feel qualified to say this, because I thought the same, until I did it... Talking really helps, I promise you. Tell your best friend, your boyfriend, girlfriend, your sister or brother. Talk it out. Cry. Remember that pain is temporary.
Tell someone. Use a peer counselling service, if you have to. Things wont always suck so bad. Please, just remember that. Someone out there needs you to remember that. You are loved and treasured, even if people don't say it.
Love Always,
Amy,
xo
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