I feel a lot of our families still have it ingrained in their mind that we’re not beautiful enough. We’re not as beautiful if we’re brown, if we have dark hair or if we have brown eyes. If we’re short and our hair is too straight then we’re too native. They say they’re proud to be Mexican yet belittle their children without realizing it. How can we deny or hate what we are. In a country that already makes us feel less, we need to empower our kids. It doesn’t matter that you look different, you are from this land. Your ancestors have been here before many. If I could go back I’d tell young me...yes you’re brown, beautiful and strong just like your ancestors that thrived on their own. Yes those little beautiful brown eyes will see the beauty of this world. That beautiful dark hair will shine when the sun kisses it. Most of all, it doesn’t matter what you look like even if others point it out. At the end of the day can you say you’re proud of who you are inside? #mexican#mexicanamerican#mexicana#nativa#nativeamerican#native#thoughts#goodvibes#karma#ancestors#rantover
I've been alone on the streets
Walking in the night
With or without despair
With or without sanity
I've been alone in the crowd
Watching the empty full of people
I've been alone with some friends
That they demanded false smiles from me
I've been alone at home
In the bedroom
At three in the morning
I've been alone
Even in a strange yard
In the dawn of a strange country
Crying about strange feelings
But the worst loneliness
It's when I find myself alone inside of me.
And I can not reach out to myself. 🍁
You are laying down on your bed, hands hanging lose, blankly staring at the ceiling. Your mind is running at million different places while your body is still. You are lost mentally, emotionally, lost in feelings, lost in questions, lost in memories, lost in wishes, lost in worries, lost in the thought of that one person who isn't here anymore. You have tried every possible thing to mend your broken relationship, still its just not enough for them. Chinese shit theory about 'beauty in broken things' is as fake as human feelings. You already know that he is not coming back but you can never stop loving someone. You either always will or never did in the first place. Between this war of truth and lies in your head, you feel exhausted. It feels like repeating the same day, same routine, same feelings, same meaningless drama. You constantly feel drained of will to continue and drawn towards the one person who won't show up no more. All these soup of happy memories makes it even more difficult to let go. But what if you have tried every possible thing to glue it back together. And it still ends up shattering like glass on floor. Are you now finally allowed to forget them? Is losing them is easier then fixing it? Is it your fault that bond is fading? Are you even going to remember them 10 years from now? Are these 4 am thoughts even real? What if it's all in your head?
Talk about it in the comments section below, would really appreciate your opinion on it.
If you don’t know just yet, that’s quite alright. Just remember to look for beauty in everything; art, music, flowers. And be patient with yourself. Don’t forget that you’re beautiful too. .