You're worth so much more than you think.
I know I shouldn’t feel less of a person, I know I shouldn’t be sad because I don’t look like my friends that are fitness/runway models. I should be happy for them but part of me aches so bad, wishing I could turn a switch and be someone else that isn’t “me” just to see what it feels like to be happy and be proud of your body. Summer is drawing closer, I’m afraid to put a bikini on. Not just because of the fat that will show but because my scars are still so visible. And that.. hurts. It’s a constant reminder of the hell I put myself through, I don’t think I’ll ever be okay and comfortable in my own skin as hard as I try to fake it, I can’t. I’m not happy.
Anastasia par Anton KicKer
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Camera & Film: Pentacon six TL, Carl Zeiss Jena biometar 2.8/80, Kodak T-max 400
There’s something about being in the presence of a gentleman that just has me on my toes and stroking my collar bones. From their strength and masculinity to their compassionate polite mannerisms. Their sharp suits and shape ups, their bearded smiles. Their intellectual conversations mixed with wit and banter. Their elegance and finesse, the scent of their cologne. Their drive and ambition, their work rate and hustle. How they treat their superiors and inferiors. How they treat other brothers, other people within their community, how they treat their family. Their way of protecting you, holding and consoling you and most importantly, their dedication towards their spirituality. You’ll know when you’re in the presence of a gentleman, because you’ll find yourself encouraging the urge to become a better woman.
At her worst, she was an angel hell-bent on destruction. At her best, she was just a girl tracing the stars, hoping to one day shine as brightly.
