When I Found Beauty
This is my personal post on author Rosie Molinary’s website. She is the author of Beautiful You and Hijas Americanas. Please check out the site and the books!
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The official trailer for Baz Luhrmann’s THE GREAT GATSBY, starring Leonardo diCaprio, Tobey Maguire, and Carey Mulligan. In theaters this Christmas!
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(Source: youtube.com, via scribnerbooks)
5 days ago - 
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62 This video is so important for all girls, teens, and women to see. I also recommend this to men, as well. We have to make a change. The media and advertising industry has caused detrimental effects on women and girls all over the nation. Self-Esteem is at an all time low, Poor Body Image is everywhere, and Eating Disorders are on the rise. Girls as young as 3-6 years old are worried about being “too big” or not pretty enough. This has to stop. Every minute we spend putting energy towards our self-obsessed appearance is energy wasted. What could you be doing and who could you be helping with your extra energy?
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1 week ago - 1
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My wedding dress and accessories! I still can’t believe I’m marrying the love of my life on November 4, 2012!
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I’m getting married! Autumn 2012! Our venue is so gorgeous!
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Beauty Chase (Poem of mine finally posted on The F Bomb)
Beauty Chase
society told her she was ugly and she bought into the lie
she dissected every bit of herself for judgmental inspection
and tried to feel beautiful all in vain
comparing herself to photoshopped figures on a magazine page
I saw the sadness in her eyes
as she flipped through the shit they use sexualized bodies to advertise
subliminal brainwash since birth that writes on the mind
I want her to feel beautiful in the body she was born with
feel happy in her skin
never satisfied with the body she is in
compliments never do shit so where do I begin
she points at bodies she says are perfect
not knowing that she is too
sadness blooms as she starts to slip
downward spiral spin
cuts down on meals to be thin
but I can already fucking see her ribs
its disgusting and sick the way the world is
she made up her mind about the beauty she can’t find
its chiseled and set in stone
she doesn’t let go
all my compliments bounce back like an echo
she knows I mean them but it takes more than reminders
she has to know it for herself and believe it as truth
I search for the answer for how to help
and try to piece together clues
then I ask myself what can I do
I want to rip apart the magazines
destroy the ads on TV
clear store shelves of all the barbies
and replace all the images we see
she has a goal to be thin like there is a perfect weight
she takes a few bites before she pushes away the plate
chasing personal goals of perfection in a never ending race
I count each rib when she goes to stretch her arms
and die inside seeing the way societal pressures harm
it sounds danger alarms but I don’t know how to help
the gorgeous angel in my sites never sees the beauty for herself
I hope that one day she will
so the damage done will be erased
and she will no longer judge herself based on the models on a page
or on the TV screens
the barbies from her youth effecting childhood dreams
I dream of a day where she will stop hurting
and look into a mirror then finally say that she is perfect
I’m so happy to see men acknowledging how fake and ridiculous the beauty industry and/or the societal “idea” of beauty really is.
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3 months ago - 11
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I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, I love you as the plant that never blooms I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Pablo Neruda
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