Curling of the lips.

I love to smile.  Sometimes I smile so much that my face hurts.  Typically when that happens I laugh so hard and smile even bigger.  There is just something about a smile that I love.  Maybe it is how the lips curl upwards or maybe it is the way a smile changes the whole face.  You get dimples and your eyes squish together.  It is beautiful.  A smile speaks volumes about a person.  You can smile without showing teeth or you can smile with.  Either way it's breathtaking.  The best thing about a smile though is the way it infects others.  I do not care what people say, smiles are contagious.  People always ask me why I am so happy.  It's simple.  Just because I'm having a bad day doesn't mean I have to bring others down as well.  I will always smile and laugh.  It's contagious and I love infecting others with the happy bug.

My dad and I love to smile :)

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

So a couple days ago I was on Instagram and this woman posted a photo of herself in the doctors office with the caption "getting ready for the test".  She explained how she was getting her skin tested because there were abnormal cells.  She said how she thought that she should be this beautiful woman who was tan, tall and skinny.  She would starve herself so her thighs didn't touch and would tan to an extreme.  Now she is facing the possibility of skin cancer.  Do I know this woman?  No.  I follow her because she makes custom Toms shoes and I love them.  She has posted a few photos of herself and she is very pretty.  To see this woman open up to random strangers and say how she tried to be societies idea of "perfection" and how it might end up killing her was heartbreaking.  Today little girls are growing up with the idea that anything bigger than a size 2 is fat, white skin is frowned upon, being tall is ideal and having luscious blonde hair is sought after.  I will admit when I was younger I wanted blonde hair, tan skin, and a tiny waist.  I would watch what I ate and dye my hair.  Then something struck me.  Why did I care what others thought of me?  I loved food and I wanted to eat it.  Hell, I ate the food my friends didn't eat.  Yes, I did gain a little more weight.  But who cares?  I have curves, I have brunette hair, I have pale skin, and guess what, there is someone out there who likes me for myself.  He is great and tells me how much he likes me the way I am.  Sure, there are men out there who prefer the skinny, tall, tan woman.  There are also men out there that prefer the 5'5, pale, curly haired red head.  There is a man or woman (depending on who you prefer) out there for you.  Trust me, I know.  Never change yourself to please others.  Make yourself happy and someone will come and find you.  And if you aren't searching for someone than so be it.  Do not alter your appearances because society tells you to.  Do what you want and screw everyone and everything else.  

Words of a poet.

I am an avid reader.  Whether it be my juvenile delinquency and justice text book or a my favorite sonnet by William Shakespeare, I love to read.  Every time I go to my Nana's house I "borrow" more books from her.  I use quotes because she thinks I steal them while I think I borrow them.  I mean, hey, I return them.  Sure it takes me about a year but at least I give them back.  That's got to count for something right?  Well any who, the point is that I read.  My favorite thing to read is romance with poetry a close second.  I could read sonnets, haikus, etc. forever.  I thought I would share some poems with you.

All poems were found on Pinterest.

I'm back :)

Yeah, yeah. I know it's been a while since I've last written a post, but hey, I'm a busy person.  So much has happened to me since my last post way back in April.  Then again it has been 6 months.  Some things were bound to happen within that time.  So here, let me give you the low down.

May: Finished up a semester of school and started talking to this guy.  
June: Went to Vegas with said guy.  
July: Moved to Arizona with my Aunt for a month and started dating said guy.
August: Moved into my first apartment and started my junior year of college.
September: Started tutoring inmates at the local jail for their GED.
October: Saw my boyfriend for the first time in 3 months and MY SISTER GOT MARRIED!!!

Oh and did I mention I was the Maid of Honor?!?  For those of you who have yet to experience the Maid of Honor title, let me fill you in on a few things.  First, prepare to eat, sleep, breathe wedding.  You're going to start to wonder if you're actually the one getting married.  You will hear colors that you never knew existed, such as peek-a-boo pink and mellow yellow.  I'm still not sure what those colors even look like.  Second, be prepared to eat a lot.  Seriously though, you will consume ungodly amounts of food.  The worst part is that you cannot say no.  You must do it "for the sake of the wedding".  Yeah try telling my favorite pair of jeans that.  Third, you must make sure your phone is with you at all times.  It is an unspoken law.  If you leave your phone alone for five minutes you WILL receive 30 text messages, 12 picture messages, 8 missed phone calls, and 6 voice mails.  I'm not kidding.  We both know how annoying that little voice mail icons are at the top of the phone.  Fourth, you cannot eat.  I know, I know, I just said you will eat ungodly amounts of food.  Yeah it sucks.  You have to eat but not eat at the same time.  There is this thing called a bridesmaids dress and if you don't fit into it, bridezilla will unleash scary things onto you.  Speaking of bridezilla, AVOID HER AT ALL COSTS.  The groom will say it is your responsibility to control her.  Wrong.  So, so wrong.  It is his job.  If he wants to marry her then he can deal with that.

But when the day comes, you forget everything that has led up to the day and you just accept that what's done is done and what's not been accomplished will not happen.  As long as the bride and groom are happy, you have done your job.

But yeah, that is why I have been busy and unable to write.  But have no fear, I will be blogging constantly.  Maybe not everyday, maybe more than once in a day.  Who knows, because I sure don't.

Photo courtesy of Jane Hasty.

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http://www.janehastyphotography.com/