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Adoration
Choose to spend your life with someone who adores you. Someone who watches you just to appreciate you and not to lust after you. Someone who thinks you look beautiful with wrinkles, acne, scars and any other imperfections. Someone who chooses to adore you, who would want you happy at all costs. Who would "Give you the world." Find someone who truly and utterly is mesmerized by you, who is truly in love.
~My lovely mother sent me the picture.~
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Cell Phones and Saunas
The irony I am writing this on my cell phone. Has anyone every noticed the signs on the doors of saunas that tells you to not bring your phone in the sauna for fear of damaging your phone? Everytime I go into a sauna I get the luxury of seeing the people who are so helplessly addicted that they risk the health of their phone in order to take it into the sauna. EVERYONE has their phone in the sauna. It is almost sad to see how everyone avoids eye contact and sits starting at Instagram, as if having a conversation would be more dangerous than risking the health of their phone. I fear for the future generations and the neglected they will suffer because of the addiction to technology.
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The Day I Realized My Feet Were Too Big
At the prime age of seven, it had never occurred to me that my feet were unattractive, or that people looked at such things to measure you level of desirability. I will never forget the day I realized that not only does the size of your feet matter, but that mine were too big. I was watching PBS kids, an educational channel, and the program I was watching "Arthur." In the program, two young girls, about my age, went to get their nails don't at a beautiful salon. One of the girls had a "grasshopper green" color painted on her toenails. She looked at the young girl she came with and said "Oh my gosh, I love this color of grasshopper green...it makes my feet look so small!" In that statement, I realized that feet and their size was of some value. I looked at my mom and asked her why someone would care about their feet size? My mother, understanding I was so young just tried to ignore the question, assuming I would soon learn in time.
This experience was the first time I realized I had big feet. I am a woman now. I am 5'8 and not small in the least. I have worried about the size of my feet for as long as I can remember. I have worried if guys would like me less, or not at all as a smaller girl, or maybe I am less of a lady because of my big feet. I can remember not taking off my socks, or not wearing flip-flops because of the fear of people realizing I have big feet. It has been a constant, subconscious thought in my mind since the day I realized that I had big feet, and that having big feet matters.
Now, I am wise enough to realize that worrying about the size of my feet in meaningless. Why would I? Men don't. Animals don't. So why do women? They do because society conditions us to believe that we should. Here's some wisdom: real men, who care about you for you, do NOT CARE ABOUT THE SIZE OF YOUR FEET! They do not care about your weight, and they do not care about your flaws. If they care about you, they will make you feel like the most amazing woman to ever walk the earth - and if they don't, find someone who will.
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