Let’s be honest here -
I am not the girl men fall in love with.
I am the girl that men want to fuck.
I am a conquest. A prize. A show.
I could count on five hundred fingers
the number of people that have professed,
“I like you. You’re different. You’re an interesting girl.”
Apparently I’m not fascinating enough for you
to want to hold for more than a one night stand.
as I finished swimming a sea of blankets
and got left stranded on the shore,
I asked myself:
What’s wrong with me?
What am I doing?
Am I not good enough for anybody?
And right before I could drown again,
the sun woke up and said,
You are enough.
Forget the men whose hands have groped your hips
in search for answers to questions
you’ve never even heard of.
Do not settle for people who do not appreciate you,
who do not know how lucky they are.
Remember it is a privilege to be loved by you,
or even just
to be touched by you, and
the warmth of another body does not define your worth.
These men -
they think that they can own you
with their drunken stares and roughened arms, but
I have circled the earth
a thousand times
to feed the light flowing inside your skin.
Do not waste it by illuminating those who
can not even be bothered
to learn your last name.”
So that night when
the moon tried once more to pin me down,
I told him:
I am made of sunlight, crashing waves, and fireworks.
You think you can tame me
and cool my flesh?
I am the girl who plays with matches,
and trust me I play it well.
Lord knows I’ve walked through villages leaving
a pile of destruction in my wake.
My heart is a bushfire
and the next time you try to control me,
darling, make no mistake -
I will burst out and ravage you in flames.
(This isn’t a test.)"
Sara Eckel, This is Why You’re Still Single (It’s Not Why You Think) … YES. (via live-to-the-point-of-tears)
Tracey Emin - My Bed (1998)
The artist’s bed, presented in the state she claimed it had been while in the midst of a suicidial depression brought on by relationship difficulties. Empty booze bottles, cigarette butts, stained sheets, worn panties, “the bloody aftermath of a nervous breakdown”, My Bed was a scandalous installation in its day and though it wasn’t the winner of the Turner Prize, its notoriety has persisted.
Embrace your flaws. I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t cry at the smallest of things, at cheesy moments within horrific 90s comedies; at the thought of waking up in fifteen years time in the same city; at the ending of a favourite book; at the way my lover looks at me when he first wakes up in the morning. I wouldn’t be me if I got to sleep before four in the morning on any given night of the week. I wouldn’t be me if I remembered to feed myself three times a day - though perhaps this skill will develop in time. I wouldn’t be me without chipped fingernails and home-done tattoos above my knees.
Embrace your flaws. You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t squint at the sunlight on your way to work, reminding yourself for the dozenth time to go and pick up your sunglasses from that one-night-stand back in September; if you didn’t take an extra slice of toast some mornings, even though you’re meant to be watching your weight. You wouldn’t be you if you stopped buying books despite not yet having read the ones from last month’s op-shop haul; if you didn’t nod your head and pretend to know every band your cooler friends were talking about; you wouldn’t be you if you perfected every little thing you worry yourself with before you fall asleep.
Embrace your flaws. The person you love wouldn’t be the person you love if they didn’t show up late sometimes; if they didn’t drive you crazy by stealing your clothes to wear to sleep; if they didn’t have scars that make you uncomfortable sometimes; if they didn’t promise to make you tea and then hand you a cup, stone cold, hours later wondering why you never drank it when they never handed it to you at all.
Embrace your flaws. If we were all perfect, we’d have no way of knowing who we are; we’d have nothing to ever do with ourselves; we’d have nothing to fall in love with."
Embrace, by Daisy Lola. (via spearmintblonde)