It’s ironic how the vision of beauty is foisted upon us by an industry where the majority of the people in charge are gay men. It’s no wonder women are therefore being told they should have no boobs, no bum and no waist.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—-and gazed—-but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
I feel like every time someone asks me what do I want to do with my life a little part of me dies inside.
As much as it pains me to admit to this Kristen Stewart and myself have a little something in common (and no it isn’t our ‘acting’ abilities. Although my limited/non-existent acting skills could probably match hers). Myself and Kristen Stewart have the ‘my face naturally looks miserable unless I make an effort to create an expression’ factor.
I do feel some sympathy for her when people have a go at her for looking so miserable all the time. The thought of people wanting to bash your face in for not having a permanent smile fixed on your face is something I can sympathise with despite obviously not having been threatened as such myself. Although no doubt some happy person may have been offended by my face at some point during my life and privately thought this.
If a had a pound for every time someone has told me to “cheer up darling, it may never happen”… And each I have wanted to scream back at them “This is my face! This is how my face naturally looks! I am not cheer-less but I’m just going about my business with my face!” I have actually been nicknamed ‘smiley’ by someone at work in what they believed was a moment of great comical genius.
I’ve not yet screamed at anyone but have come close. I usually either smile politely while cursing them in my head or look at them like I want to hit them. The latter of which recently has been the option I go for more often than not.
It just really irritates me that people think just because I’m not all happy-go-lucky, cheery, full of beans in your face about everything I’m automatically ‘miserable’. Yes I’m not smiling and no that does not mean I need cheering up. This is just my natural face OK, it’s just how my face looks, deal with it!
The Snowman and The Snowdog
…(please don’t let the snowman and the snowdog melt at the end.)