look. i don’t think my stretch marks are beautiful. i don’t think they’re tiger stripes or natural tattooos. i don’t think my acne is beautiful. i don’t think the bags under my eyes are beautiful. i just think they’re human. and i don’t think i have to be beautiful all of the time in order to be accepted and loved and sucessful. i don’t think every small detail of my outer appearence needs to be translated into prettiness.
2009 me still had an underbite, was doing her very best and desperately needed to be told that she was. Here I am with my sister and a…creative Captain America haha. 2019 right with mom (it’s kinda obvious whose face I inherited here):
I Know Exactly What I Want And Who I Want To Bë I Know Exactly Why I Walk And Talk Like A Machinë I’M NOW BECOMING My Own SELF FULFILLED PROPHECY Oh Oh No Oh No Oh NO OH
“Lady Mipha made that by hand…
and yet it fits you perfectly!”
Ceramonial Trident was 3D modeled and printed by @fullhealthcosplay (Instagram.com/fullhealthcosplay) and painted by me
📸: @cmdavisphotographer (instagram.com/cmdavisphotographer)
I’m writing a script about snakes and one of the words I’m using is “Nachash,” which is Hebrew for snake, the biblical term used for the one in the Garden of Eden. The last note draft has many uses of the word. Or so I thought.
I opened it today and saw that every instance had autocorrected to “Nachos.”
“And Adam and Eve would not eat from the Tree of Knowledge, but they were tempted by the Nachos…”