Beauty isn’t defined by our appearance, its defined by our minds, our souls and ourselves.
I count the rows ahead to eyeball my beloved aisle seat and that’s when I see him sitting there by the window. Him being the “you’ll never know who you’ll meet” my mom was talking about. My first thought: fuck Tasha, you could have at least put on mascara.
People are quick to judge and slow to listen. And that’s totally fine. That doesn’t necessarily make them the bad person and I’m the victim—it just happens to be a common tendency.
Words matter. To all of us. My only wish is that somehow, some way, I could give those same words once given to me to every young boy and girl.
A few years ago, I decided that it was time for a change in my life. Nothing too drastic, but definitely something noticeable. Who knew that cutting bangs would not only change the way I looked in the mirror, but also would change my identity as a whole.
Ombre (literally “shaded” in French) is the gradual blending of one color hue to another, usually moving tints and shades from light to dark.
What I see as beautiful is not the same as what you recognize as beautiful, and I have no place demeaning you because our minds interpret the world around us differently.