Introducing…my partner in crime, @ashesque (Taken with instagram)
Here comes a personal post…
I never meant for these pictures to be seen but I felt this would really let people see who I was and why I am the way I am now. The top left picture is me, one in the white and my cousin, Jess. The top right picture was me in Hawaii in Summer 2006, which explained my tanned skin lol. I was about 180-185 pounds. WTF right? Weight has always been a concern in my life. I’ve been teased and judged for being overweight during most of my life. This behavior came from my parents, relatives, cousins, classmates, and people who I thought were my friends. What motivated me were, in fact, these people. If it weren’t for those guys, I would not be the strong person I am today. I just think it’s funny as hell when I see the reactions from the people I met after my weight loss my before photos. I’m not saying that I am perfect now; I’m currently still trying to progress, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. I had the lowest self-esteem, some days I still feel like I do. Ever since I was younger, I was always the fat one in my group. Boys didn’t have crushes on me, but instead used me to get to my friends. This taught me to not focus on boys and to be independent. I remember the first time someone acknowledged my weight loss, I cried. It was my cousin, Sylvia, who congratulated me. I cried because somebody actually noticed my hard work. One of the happiest and unforgettable moments of my life : )
Now, I’m happy for who I am and I’ve learned the definition of true beauty. It’s not how I look, it’s who I am. Everyone is beautiful in their own special way. Never cheat & never lie to yourself. Take time to get to know who you are, understand, and most importantly, love yourself. It took me a long time but it is worthwhile.
I hope this was some kind of inspiration for someone. Work it, whatever you are doing, ladies & germs<3 Everyone is doing their own thing.
Love this girl. She is one of the very few people who I can be myself and act totally weird around. Yuppp, and we always find a way to have a good time, regardless of all the bullshit. Ain’t she cute? <3
So I got a tattoo last Saturday while my parents were out of town and now they know aand my mom absolutely hates me for it. At this point, she can either swallow up her sadness and just accept it or be immature about it and give me the silent treatment. She’s giving me the silent treatment haah…. by the way, this photo is what my tattoo looks like at this very minute. the tattoo is scabbing and peeling itself off. I know that’s normal but as the scabs are coming off, I’m seeing my actual flesh and the color isn’t as strong as it was before. Is that normal too? I don’t want to go back and refill it…I’m wondering if it’s maybe because I’m a pale skinned person lol any advice???