BEAUTY IS THE BEAST

On social media, speaking above all of influencers and models who often publish their photos showing themselves beautiful, thin / me with a face practically without imperfections, it has now gone to establish an exaggerated and in my opinion also dangerous exposure h24 to fees too tall and often not authentic. It must be said that for the publication of these photos "filters" are often used to remove the imperfections of the body and thus make the person in the photo more beautiful. A smooth face for example is often caused by these "effects" that are applied to photos.
Why do I say that these canons of beauty can have dangerous implications? Because in a world where beauty is understood above all with thinness, smooth faces, etc., many boys and girls (teenagers in particular) take all this as a "standard" by not appreciating their body and ending up in the midst of psychological discomfort too. deeper. In fact, we know that the adolescent period is not always rosy and in itself the discomfort for one's body often comes out. So be careful not to increase it.

"Look at this model what a nice slim / dry body she has, mine is more plump and sucks", "look at this influencer what a perfect face she has while mine is affected by acne and it sucks" are simple examples of that that guys can think even just looking in the mirror.

The message that must pass on the web (and fortunately there are some famous people who do this) is that everyone has their own body that must be cared for and loved. The message that to be beautiful you must necessarily have a "standard" body must not at all pass.

Let's take advantage of these blessed social networks because they can also transmit positive teachings, even more so in this area as now everyone (or at most almost everyone) has already used them from a very young age.

SLEEPING DUTY

Sleeping is one of those things that has always fascinated me. Why we sleep, I mean. We all have basic needs as living beings: we must drink, eat, carry out our organic functions and then we must sleep. Otherwise we don’t work, otherwise we go haywire, in short, we die not to sleep (we have to mention, what do I know, like Nightmare?), It is one of those basic needs. On average, we should sleep about 8 hours a day, which is equivalent to 1/3 of the day, which then means, in a nutshell, about 1/3 of our life. It is a lot of time to think about it, many say it is “wasted” time … maybe instead we have to stay awake and work for 2/3 of our life to get 1/3 of that absolute freedom. When we sleep we enter a world that is made different. We lose contact with reality, dream and re-process the information collected inside and outside of us in a completely personal way. And this step is necessary and fundamental in order not to freak out. Yet we take it for granted. We are what we are when we are awake, that is our identity, what we believe we are is represented by our conscious image and when we are awake and alert we worry about buying a comfortable mattress, arranging the bedroom furniture according to the Feng Shui, to change the sheets, to sleep well, in short. Because sleeping well is more important than eating well, for example. But we take it for granted. I emphasize this, because it is something that few people talk about. At work in the morning typically “what did you do last night?” “Well, I was tired, I had dinner, I saw a movie and then I went to sleep” and then that’s it, life ended there when you closed your eyes and starts again in the morning when the alarm goes off. We recharge our batteries every night, but we don’t talk much about it.
Everything that the human being designs has this mechanism inside: we are always convinced that whatever we do must somehow recharge or rest. We consider it a primary need even for inanimate things. We cannot design or conceive of something that is in perpetual motion. Something that is always on, something that can work perfectly forever. Everything we design has our own basic needs inherent. Only when we have a very bad dream or are unable to sleep does the topic become public “you know, last night I had a terrible dream!” “Ah, don’t tell me, in the last period I haven’t slept so much I was stressed from work, I woke up every 5 minutes!”, Only then do dreams and dream imaginary interfere with our everyday life otherwise nothing, we take it for granted. Sometimes I like to think I have a parallel life. At night, just as it happens in reverse during the day, I am unaware of what I did when I was awake, I wear different clothes and wake up on the other side, where I have another life. They interfere with each other only when there is something serious that does not work on one or the other side of that thin horizon. Otherwise they continue independently, like two parallel lines. Maybe in my dreams I do a different job, I live in another house, I have other animals, other friends, maybe I also have a husband and children, who knows … I am unaware of my daytime life just as I am unaware of mine during the day dream life. It’s not a very original thought, I know it from myself. But it still fascinates me terribly.

HEY GIRL

Hey girl, So come on you feel. Are you sad right? You are on the verge of crying every moment and sometimes you do it even, when no one sees you, locked in your room. You often don’t like yourself and don’t understand your behaviors. You are afraid, afraid of losing people, afraid of not being enough, afraid of the future, of loving, of appearing fragile, of being hurt, of trusting, of truly caring for a person. But the truth is you’re tired, right? Are you tired of saying that everything is okay, of crying when no one sees you, of smiling in front of everyone when inside you are collapsing, you are tired of losing people you cared about, tired of believing that you are always in love with the wrong person, tired of always listening the usual songs and always having the same memories, always having bad grades at school, tired of getting up in the morning and facing another day that you know will destroy you, tired of feeling disappointed, tired of waiting for something that won’t happen, tired of being disappointed, hurt, tired of never being the right one. Tired, just tired of life. So why are you smiling? Why do you go on with your head held high despite everything? Why do you still believe in a world where there is room for you? Why do you keep dreaming? To fall in love? To think that people are better? You are strong girl don’t forget it, in the end you will be happy too. Never stop smiling, okay?

TODAY I DON’T WANT

Today I don’t feel like it, even yesterday I didn’t feel like it, maybe I haven’t felt like it for several days, it bothers me to think about how much time is passing by now. I don’t feel like it and I go back to bed, I put on the music, today Italian because I need words, I need to listen to something that tells me a story, L’Officina della Camomilla sounds like a fairy tale, like a Walt Disney cartoon but revisited from Tim Burton: They listen to horrible music and turn poets upside down, they skip dinner and most of all they don’t want to see anyone. I also don’t feel like it. I start writing here, I still don’t know what in particular, I write thoughts, as if there was someone to tell them to, perhaps because I wish there was someone, perhaps I like to believe that someone is listening. The “on air” sign has lit up and I can start with words. And I think of all the things I could do, “I could” because I don’t “have” to do anything anymore, no commitment to respect, I miss work, I miss monotony, I miss habits, I seem to have become useless, but for who? For society? Maybe yes. Maybe I miss giving my very small contribution within a company, the collaboration, the dates, the deadlines. Now I would have to iron my clothes, put some items on sale (vintage online seems to be in fashion), vacuum the clothes, go to the supermarket, finish the book on the nightstand. How did it happen? How did it happen that the commitments I didn’t have time for turned into all that remains? What am I? Yet I don’t feel like it, I keep putting off these little things like when I didn’t have time to do them. How slow the hours go by, how long the days are, and how empty … Who knows how many we are. The truth is that I feel turned off, reset, I would like to do things that before I did not give the importance that I now understand they had, I want to go to the cinema, I want to visit a gallery, I want to see other landscapes, all the beauty that surrounds me begins to lose its value, everything looks like something small compared to the world outside, I miss the sea, I miss the scents, the flavors, I am no longer hungry, I have lost my enthusiasm and I do not know where to look for it. And I’m afraid, this version of myself scares me, there is a cesspool, deep, too deep, I dropped a pebble in it and I still haven’t heard it coming, from the bottom there is not even the echo, and I I feel very lonely. What a difficult life. they say (and I tell myself) that you have to reinvent yourself, but I feel so simple and obvious that I just don’t know where to start again. It’s a loop of first steps and relapses. Where does it end when it starts to fade?

BELLA KOTAK PORTRAITS

Bella Kotak is a fine art, fashion and portrait photographer. In her works the beauty and fantasy of worlds inspired by fairy tales are inhabited by strong and charismatic women and reveals to the observer the beauty and poetry of the environments, depriving them of the banality in which everyday life has placed them.
Photography changed her life when she grabbed a camera and started a Flickr project. Since then she has been drawn to this medium which translates thoughts and imagination into a tangible form.

Describe her current style as “floral”. “Flowers are always present in my work, even at the beginning when I was attracted to them without realizing it”. “Now, however, in my work everything revolves around flowers, fairytale atmospheres and spring”.
Inspired by fairy tales, nature and strong feminine characters, Bella’s images lift the veil of the past and remind us that there is magic in the most ordinary spaces. The portraits of women express Bella’s passions through photography: floral and fairy-tale subjects that become images capable of taking the observer into another dimension.
Bella has always loved reading many books and this is what fueled her imagination. She likes to create new worlds, new visions that she manages to make real through photography. Many of her photos are set outdoors because Bella loves nature and natural light very much. Shooting outdoors makes her feel much freer and more creative and allows her to capture an energy that cannot be captured if you shoot indoors with artificial light.
For Bella, both in photography and in life, it is important to approach things with a mind free from prejudice and false beliefs. For her it is necessary to recreate life as it was seen as a child, unaware of one’s limits and what was real or not. In his photos he tries to recreate a world where everything is possible and where innocence is the predominant element. Bella does not set limits to her photographic style, she still considers herself a young photographer who still has a lot to learn and for this reason she never stops lessons in new things. Only through experience will his creative eyes develop and create ever new things.
The thing that Bella loves most about photography is the ability to capture moments and create images that are able to impress the viewer. For her it is very important that her photos tell something about her and in fact she always tries to create images that are the sum of what she feels and her thoughts at that precise moment.

EXTREME MAKE UP

In an era in which Kate Middleton, Duchess of Cambridge and wife of the heir to the throne of England, nonchalantly flaunts the same dress on several occasions, clearing the practice of recycling against which fashion addicted have pointed the finger for many years, It is no surprise that more and more companies are emerging on the Web that make second-hand clothes and accessories their specialty. Yet, the idea that Karen Horiuchi had when she founded Glambot.com is definitely new: instead of t-shirts, tops, skirts and dresses, the company has focused on make-up, selling eyeshadows, foundations at discounted prices. and even used and “refurbished” make-up brushes.
She’s good, wear makeup as well. A little mascara and a trickle of pencil. Put a brush of powder on it too and be careful not to forget your dear friend blush. Put whatever you want in it, and then get out. Have fun, drink, laugh, joke, scream, don’t care, live! But then you will have to go home and take off that mask that you created yourself adapting it to your face. You didn’t think about this huh? You can’t wear it forever, it’s a mask destined to be taken off, sooner or later. It is one of those masks that make you look beautiful at first; but then its beauty gradually fades away and all that remains is your true beauty; the one you have never noticed, because it lies in simplicity, in small gestures, in the most hidden details. That true beauty that you have never shown anyone; the one that no one knows; the one no one knows exists. Maybe because you don’t want anyone to see it, or maybe you think that, once it is revealed, nobody would appreciate it. And the funniest thing of all is that others do the same thing to you, without your knowledge. Because this is now a world of masks in which the actors who wear them are none other than the protagonists of this film called “Life”, where appearing is more important than being; where the story of being beautiful inside, nobody cares. Where nobody ever thinks that perhaps it would be better to be hated for who they really are, than loved for that fucking mask that we insist on wearing to please others.
Why do you stay in front of the mirror for hours before you go out? There is always someone more beautiful than you. Why do you look at the clock every five seconds? So much gives you the hole. Why do not you eat? You suck even with ten kilos less. Why are you wearing makeup? No one ever looks at your eyes anyway. Why are you hoping for it? Nothing good ever happens to you anyway.
All women need makeup. Don’t let anyone tell you a different thing. The only woman who was pretty enough to go without makeup was Elizabeth Taylor and she wore tons of it. “A few days ago I came across this phrase written as a caption under a photo shared on instagram by a fashion blogger, I felt offended and I I’m angry. The girl defines herself as a “fashion influencer” and this made me reflect, because actually she is a girl who is very active on social media and has a following of about 33,000 people, mostly girls who could potentially take her as a model and follow what he says, being influenced. I wondered how it is possible to write such a thing, to get the message across that everyone needs to wear makeup, to get the message across that they are not “enough”. how to make this girl reflect on the fact that it is not a good message at all. A friend of mine commented, in a very calm and open way to dialogue. , in response, the girl deleted the comment, changed the caption (without much improvement, however) and blocked my friend. I think that all these girls who have all this following could have great opportunities to pass important messages, to influence in a positive and constructive way instead they get lost in these frivolities, they remain on the verge of superficiality … Probably because that’s what “sells” “, this is what” earns “. The baseness that is raised and acclaimed pisses me off.
Many think about the type of girl they would like: tall, short, brunette, blonde, eec… but I think about when. I would like to meet her in the morning, still sleepy because the night before she studied a little too much, without makeup and with the overalls, because having gone to sleep late she obviously woke up late and left the house in a hurry. If on that occasion I find her beautiful I do not dare to imagine how she will be once dressed well and made up. So dear girls, don’t wear too much make-up like clowns because simple you are beautiful …

OH MY DEAR BEAUTIFUL SOUL

Outward beauty is the obsession they have instilled in us since childhood. physical beauty is always expected from women and wherever you turn, every mass media proposes models of perfect beauty that we women yearn to reach. From an early age they give us these dolls with golden hair and slender body, dressed in princesses, queens, models … then the cartoons arrive, those where she turns into a beautiful little witch who makes the most impossible spells and here we are dreaming of disguises magnificent to become what we are not. This ideal of ourselves that they always put us in front of me broke the boxes from the beginning. I was an ugly duckling turned swan who preferred to return ugly duckling. Like a butterfly that comes out of the chrysalis and decides to become a caterpillar again! I cover myself, I hide, I never reveal myself, I leave no trace of myself. Because beauty rules, commands, gets crowds of men in tow, gets so many things, but then what? what remains? I lived as a beautiful and an ugly one, it almost seems like a movie, yet it is true. The problem is not with us, but with men. I was a tomboy girl, an ugly duckling who later became a white swan. And I couldn’t be anywhere without being bothered by someone. I mean that centuries have passed but men continue to judge women only by their physique and all the fights that many women have done have been of no use. Think of a world without the canons of beauty, without anyone judging the other ok or not ok, based only on physical appearance. This is the only thing that is talked about everywhere, the inner aspect is so neglected by everyone and now we live in a world where the beauty of the body comes first. and down pills for weight loss, liposuction, now cosmetic surgery that reigns and goes crazy, and we women are always there to change us, trying to make ourselves perfect, for whom? for him! for them! and what do they do? here they are, blessed and fed up in front of the television watching the game, playing at the play station without the thought of either the extra pounds or the costume fitting. we kill each other between diets, retouches, make-up and stuccoes and they are calm in their princes’ beauty acclaimed by our loving eyes. “dear, you are beautiful … for me”, this is the typical phrase of those who are actually saying “you are not beautiful but I like you” and yet then you find them peeking at the tissue on duty with their buttocks uncovered. and U.S? Here we are again, after a moment of absolute joy, in moisturizing, slimming, exfoliating, modeling creams … and all for what? for him! He is the ruler of the world, he with his eyes that seem inattentive but capture our every failure, even if he were an engineer, and as soon as a few wrinkles furrow our face or some fold is formed in the belly, oh my God, tragedy, he will not love us anymore . Relief! Help! here we are again on a diet, pills, herbal teas, infusions, spells to become what he wants, what he dreams of. he who? He! we are prisoners! we are prisoners of the opinion of men, who would gladly do without our heart and soul and our interior. if it weren’t for that strange little word called Love that plays bad jokes.

I DIED ONCE

I wandered through a fantasy forest.
Blue branches, yellow barks, purple grasses, star gourds.
My one second dream.
Those who keep their hats even at night.
The thieves of gods.
Tears without taste.
Drinking.
I don’t protect myself with the sacred.
My mantle is made of mountains, bright rocks, forests that I don’t know.
Human journeys first were made by dogs.
Flora is like a colored texture around the inky black of my path.
I was a happy child and I was making bouquets of flowers.
Now I collect stones to consolidate my torn chest.
I died once where I haven’t walked yet.
I was taken without my permission.
Collected by an ogre they didn’t warn me about.
It wasn’t his garden, and I hadn’t crossed over.
Maybe my being a doll brought him closer.
Perhaps beauty sometimes brings death.

NO TO THE BEACH OUTFIT TEST

 

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No to the beach outfit test!
your body is perfect as it is.
No to diets without a doctor!
No to forced fasting!
No to Anorexia!

They want to make you feel uncomfortable.
They want you to take anorectic drugs.
But you are beautiful as you are

No to the costume test

DON’T MAKE UP

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You know how many toxic minerals you put on your face every day?

DON’T BUY COSMETICS!!!!

Are you animalist?

DON’T BUY COSMETICS!!!!

 

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