#girlrant

[jayluxandsweetpeaunplugged]

Lux & Pea Unplugge: Pull up Sis.

“Welcome to the corner of the internet where we mind our business… and everybody else’s. 😌

If you’re here for the tea, the glow-ups, the money plays, the real-life rants, and the ‘girl let me tell you what just happened’ energy — slide in.

Take your shoes off, grab a snack, and don’t clutch your pearls now… you came here for the drama.”

[statearchive]

I am naturally distant. naturally selective. I may be putting a limit to myself by defining myself as certain something but the truth is this is what I've accepted myself into becoming and I feel free to be like this. My energy is not for everyone. I can be nice to everyone but please do not expect me to cater to your needs and existence just because I know you. I like it better and I will always prefer the relations I chose myself. They will always be more beloved to me than situationships (people naturally put in my life). Because I'm the one to choose. I'm the one to let you in my life and allow you to know me and then entertain you accordingly.

[miss-y-am-ihere]

real image of me at the second hand shop when i found a Hatsune Miku cosplay for KIDS and i even tried it on. OF COURSE IT DID NOT FIT WHATS WRONG W ME 😭

[themoodysister]

BALANCE

[fitgrlfitblur]

Gym

Can I not workout without being stopped or spoken to flirtatiously by a fellow gym member?! I promised myself I wouldn't vent about this on here but today was the last straw. I just want in and out. No numbers no meet up. Just let me do my thing..

[tabithalikes]

Text conversation with underlying tones of oppression

Him: if u wanted to increase ur marketability become a cook and massage therapist

Me: My marketability?

Him: yup lol that's the perfect combination.

Me: Please tell me that you aren't serious. I am not on the market for some man to pick me as a mate for some superficial traits that I possess like they used to trade slaves.

Him: I'm joking.

Me: I don't appreciate jokes that degrade people through stereotypes and oppressive culture.

Me: Sorry if that comes across as b*tchy, but I just don't think it's okay.

No response from him. Thanks for reminding that our society still has more sh*t to deal with. That our society in general holds the belief that it's okay to "joke" about these things.

[imbeba]

If I wasn't blessed with the gift of being able to have children, in other words, IF I WAS A MAN, I wouldn't have to deal with these bitch ass menstrual cramps. ABDIKFNDIKSGSKJ, I need to do my homework, COME ON! I'm going to punch something.

[torilogic86]

Picture Perfect...

Throughout my life I’ve often found myself envious of those perfect people. You know, the ones that no matter what day or event in life, they seem to be effortlessly, for lack of a better word, “perfect”. Whether they’re going to the gym, the grocer, school, church, whatever. They look ideal from hair to socks. Yea socks... even their socks rock. But I digress, it's not just their ensemble. This composure gives them the appearance of raw confidence and a can-do attitude. That is the part I’m envious of. I find myself wondering…do they take alot of time? does it come naturally? do they always pick out their clothes the night before? How are they so together allllll the time? 

I still don’t know the secret. And it’s quite an annoyance. I mean, I can get dolled up like any other girl and I know what clothes are appropriate for what. But, I very rarely feel perfect in the moment I’m in, with the exception of Halloween, in which case, I’m technically me. I find myself always on the run, with scratched up sunglasses, the wrong bra with shirt combo, mis-matched socks etc. And it seems on the days I feel close to being one of those perfect people, I never see anyone that would care!?! I know, that is sick, twisted girl thinking right there.

Truth is, I don’t  believe anyone actually feels like they’re one of those “perfect” people. It’s always someone else. And if you do, you’re probably an asshole. Just kidding. But, not really.

I guess what I want to know is– why are we always looking for an example? Why are we always thinking we’re not enough as is or that we need to be more like anyone else? We’ve all got a different idea of what perfect is and where we rate in the scheme of things but, I’m learning to admire the people that just don’t give a shit. The ones that get things done in their life…who cares what they’re wearing or how together they seem to be. And honestly…who does have the time to wash their hair everyday, I would like to know. Dry shampoo for life.  

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