I'm overhauling this nonsense blog. It's mainly lifestyle so I'm revamping it to illustrate that.
New posts to come.
June 16, 2014
May 05, 2013
Falling in love.
I've fallen in love. The head over heels, love at first glance, wispy, floaty, feeling kinda silly, sort of love and it is divine. I should probably mention that I haven't fallen in love with a boy (because that is boring). I've fallen in love with The Militant Baker and with myself.
The Militant Baker is Jes, an amazing blogger who writes a lot about loving your body. I definitely recommend reading every single one of her blog posts. You will feel like you're on top of the world and beautiful because YOU ARE. The very first post I read from her site was "Things No One Will Tell Fat Girls....SO I WILL". If nothing, read that post!
I've absolutely hated the way I've looked almost my entire life. The first time I remember thinking I was too fat, I was in kindergarten. KINDERGARTEN. I had a family member tell me that if I got any fatter I wouldn't fit through the door. As these words were said to me, I hung my head and stared at my little dirt covered, sandaled feet and felt shameful about my body for the first time. The image of those white strappy sandals is seared into my brain and so is the hurt. I was called fat several more times throughout my childhood and into my pre-teens, mostly by adult family members.
Now that I'm an adult, people have stopped calling me fat to my face. I guess those family members don't want to be rude (eye roll). And I can forgive them for not realizing how fragile the psyche of a child can be and for how many years I would spend agonizing over the way I look and how utterly unlovable I've felt, still feel at times. There are are a lot of reasons why those loved ones may have tried to make me feel bad. Maybe they weren't trying to make me feel badly at all. Maybe they were simply worried for my health and didn't realize they were being tactless. It doesn't matter now and they are still "loved" ones to me.
I wish I had known that someday it was going to get better and that "fat" is not a bad word. Being fat is not a bad way to be. All bodies are good bodies. If you don't think so, you're free to find a different blog to read. So many people say things along the lines of "Yeah, but being fat is not healthy. I'm just concerned about your health". Thanks for your concern but it is not wanted. Furthermore, you may not disguise your hate of my body behind the ruse of health. You could care less about my health --you just don't like looking at me and you are blinded by societies idea of beauty. To those people, I say: you are officially released from caring about me. I don't owe anyone an explanation as to why I look the way I do. Anything from a metabolic disorder to just eating badly is a valid reason. Why? Because it's not any of your goddamn business.
Loving myself has been a really long, windy, and uncomfortable-at-times road. I've disrespected my body and I've allowed others to disrespect it too. I've lost out on opportunities believing that I'm not pretty enough. I've searched high and low, very low, for the self love I never learned. When I had heard that you must love yourself before anyone else can love you, I thought it was bullshit. I dismissed it and continued down my path to self destruction. I kept hating myself internally but kept it a secret.
Fast forward to now, after therapy and one really upsetting situation later (dont' ask), I can say that I love myself more than not. I go back and forth between questioning myself and body positivity. I still have people in my life getting me down. But at least I know it's all a matter of opinion and no ones opinion is going to shake me. Sometimes people the furthest removed from issues having the biggest, stupidest voices in them.
More to come.
The Militant Baker is Jes, an amazing blogger who writes a lot about loving your body. I definitely recommend reading every single one of her blog posts. You will feel like you're on top of the world and beautiful because YOU ARE. The very first post I read from her site was "Things No One Will Tell Fat Girls....SO I WILL". If nothing, read that post!
I've absolutely hated the way I've looked almost my entire life. The first time I remember thinking I was too fat, I was in kindergarten. KINDERGARTEN. I had a family member tell me that if I got any fatter I wouldn't fit through the door. As these words were said to me, I hung my head and stared at my little dirt covered, sandaled feet and felt shameful about my body for the first time. The image of those white strappy sandals is seared into my brain and so is the hurt. I was called fat several more times throughout my childhood and into my pre-teens, mostly by adult family members.
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| Imagine telling this kid she won't fit through the door. |
Now that I'm an adult, people have stopped calling me fat to my face. I guess those family members don't want to be rude (eye roll). And I can forgive them for not realizing how fragile the psyche of a child can be and for how many years I would spend agonizing over the way I look and how utterly unlovable I've felt, still feel at times. There are are a lot of reasons why those loved ones may have tried to make me feel bad. Maybe they weren't trying to make me feel badly at all. Maybe they were simply worried for my health and didn't realize they were being tactless. It doesn't matter now and they are still "loved" ones to me.
I wish I had known that someday it was going to get better and that "fat" is not a bad word. Being fat is not a bad way to be. All bodies are good bodies. If you don't think so, you're free to find a different blog to read. So many people say things along the lines of "Yeah, but being fat is not healthy. I'm just concerned about your health". Thanks for your concern but it is not wanted. Furthermore, you may not disguise your hate of my body behind the ruse of health. You could care less about my health --you just don't like looking at me and you are blinded by societies idea of beauty. To those people, I say: you are officially released from caring about me. I don't owe anyone an explanation as to why I look the way I do. Anything from a metabolic disorder to just eating badly is a valid reason. Why? Because it's not any of your goddamn business.
Loving myself has been a really long, windy, and uncomfortable-at-times road. I've disrespected my body and I've allowed others to disrespect it too. I've lost out on opportunities believing that I'm not pretty enough. I've searched high and low, very low, for the self love I never learned. When I had heard that you must love yourself before anyone else can love you, I thought it was bullshit. I dismissed it and continued down my path to self destruction. I kept hating myself internally but kept it a secret.
Fast forward to now, after therapy and one really upsetting situation later (dont' ask), I can say that I love myself more than not. I go back and forth between questioning myself and body positivity. I still have people in my life getting me down. But at least I know it's all a matter of opinion and no ones opinion is going to shake me. Sometimes people the furthest removed from issues having the biggest, stupidest voices in them.
More to come.
February 24, 2013
Melted Crayon Art
Between now and my last post, I graduated and got a full-time job. That was pretty fast! I like my workplace and co-workers even though it isn't the best pay. I don't make enough to move yet but whatever.
In the meantime, I've been trying to do some creative things. It's hard because there isn't much space here for that. My art supplies alone are enough to fill my bedroom here so I don't have any of them. I did start a new stockpile in my closet though. I've been doing a lot on canvas like Adirondack ink on canvas and tile with spritzes of alcohol. It's an interesting effect.
What I like even better is crayon art. You know that really popular idea of lining up crayons at the top of a canvas and melting them with a blow dryer? This is like that except, I think, way cooler.
Here are two of mine:
This was my second attempt. On my first attempt I used random broken crayons from my daughters art stash. There were Crayola and then other random brands. I also used a blow dryer Those did not turn out so well but when I used all Crayola brand, it looked lovely. So definitely "splurge" for the good stuff. The other crayons barely melt and you get this clumpy sort of thing.
I also think my amazing blow dryer helped. It dries hair in 50% less time and as a result, I believe it melted the crayon quickly. It's the Infiniti Pro by Conair (and is hot pink).
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| Infiniti Pro by Conair |
December 02, 2012
It's official. I'm graduating in December. I'm currently looking for jobs and hopefully one day I can move out and have some space to breathe. Living with several other people is difficult for me, especially when I can't swap or have hobbies! (cue violin) We'll see though because I picked a field that pays in hugs and glitter.
I'm considering going all "one red paperclip" and attempting to trade a paperclip for a house. If you don't know, a fellow started with a red paperclip and kept trading for better things until he eventually ended up with a house. Maximum santzgaut! I may not be ambitious enough.
In 23 hours I'll be 23 years old! AGHHH
I'm considering going all "one red paperclip" and attempting to trade a paperclip for a house. If you don't know, a fellow started with a red paperclip and kept trading for better things until he eventually ended up with a house. Maximum santzgaut! I may not be ambitious enough.
In 23 hours I'll be 23 years old! AGHHH
November 17, 2012
Since the beginning of the semester, I've stopped having hobbies! My Etsy stores are in a perpetual vacation mode and all my stuff is boxed up. All my time goes into school work since I've taken too many classes, but there is definitely a creative aspect to early childhood education. And there is a light at the end of the tunnel considering this is my last semester. Hopefully I can get a job and stop being a poor person! Das is all maximum santzgaut!
I'm not good with goodbyes so...Later.
Preschool Newsletter:
I used photoshop to create a fictional newsletter for my center "Sweet Peas". It turned out incredibly cute.
Felt Pizzas for the dramatic play center:
I cut cardboard boxes into two circles and covered them with off-white felt to create a pizza crust. Then I used felt to create the sauce and pizza toppings. Children can create their own pizzas in the dramatic play area and use the small pizza boxes to play restaurant. My preschoolers (ages 3-5) loved it.
Caterpillar ABC/Numbers felt game:
I bought several pieces of colored felt and cut them into circles. I added felt stick-on letters and numbers. I made a caterpillar head and children can create an entire caterpillar by using the pieces. Believe it or not, felt boards are a big subject in early childhood.
I'm not good with goodbyes so...Later.
March 15, 2012
Make Stuffs!
I just opened my second Etsy shop (totally allowed), which is simply for supplies. I'll be moving a lot of the supplies from TheShriekingShack to Makestuffs. I have some new, really cute, stuff up now. Use "WELCOME10" for 10% until March 31.
I'm in love with these <3
Gingham Bows!
I'm really pleased with how these pictures came out! I made my own light box, which made all the difference :D
I'm really pleased with how these pictures came out! I made my own light box, which made all the difference :D
March 14, 2012
September 04, 2011
This just in.
I've been lazy lately but I've finally managed to finish two new HP items that I've had since early last year.
A tear-drop vial of Felix Felicis
Butterbeer and Polyjuice Potion Vegan Lip Balm
A tear-drop vial of Felix Felicis
Butterbeer and Polyjuice Potion Vegan Lip Balm
July 25, 2011
Beginnings
This is for a swap that is not sending correctly via email.. So if you don't understand that's OKAY otherwise enjoy ;)
June 15, 2011
Etsy
Key to my Heart Necklace (Brass) by plasticouture
I love this so much! It's romantic but more than that I really like it layered like in the picture. You could also give it the key to someone if you want, but I'd keep them together. TOO CUTE.
I love this so much! It's romantic but more than that I really like it layered like in the picture. You could also give it the key to someone if you want, but I'd keep them together. TOO CUTE.
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