But let somebody in a real McDonalds work outfit walk up in fashion week.
“It is difficult to change our lives because we constantly tell ourselves stories about who we are and what we’re capable of. However, your story is often changing, so you may feel compelled not to mention anything until it is certain or has already happened; we aren’t something, until we are.”
Sarah Kathleen Peck offers some advice on answering the dreaded “So, what do you do?” question.
Also see Philippa Perry on how revising that inner storytelling keeps us sane and Timothy Wilson on why it’s the root of psychological change.
Another great video making the internet rounds to remind us big girls that we can do whatever the hell we want, we shouldn’t let society dictate what we can and cannot do, and… we is hot as hell ;P
She’s super talented, and athletic— I can’t even imagine how much strength and flexibility one needs to do this. Not to mention, she just exudes sexiness.
I’m starting to think… My next project? Pole dancing?
This is spectacular.
“I was waiting on a table of a big family. 7 of them, three kids, mom and dad, and grandma and grandpa. Grandma was your typical OLD OLD OLD grandma. In a wheelchair with a blanket over her legs, looked like one of those apple dolls, spoke in a whisper.
She sees my tattoos, grabs me with her bony hand, and says “you know dear….. I have a tattoo too……” and her husband says “Grace, leave her alone, she’s working” I’m curious, I’m nosy, so I say “Oh really, of what?” Grandpa rolls his eyes and goes “here we go…”.
Grandma says “It’s … a tiny … little … mouse” using the best of her ancient breath to get the words out. “would you like to see it?”. Um hell yeah I wanna see a 90 year old’s tattoo! She goes “it’s on my hip, hold on” and pulls her blanket off and then starts trying to pull her skirt down. Her old lady flesh is totally exposed to the sun (we were on a patio) and I’m using menus to try to shield her, I was that worried it would just burst to flames or something. She keeps pulling at her clothes going “hmmm now where is it, where is it…” getting dangerously close to seeing old lady pubes now.
Finally she looks up at me and say “Well, you know what… It’s gone! I bet my pussy ate it.””
“We can’t hate ourselves into a version of ourselves we can love.”
Lori Deschene (via nezua)