My husband and I lost our baby girl in May 2014 at 22 weeks 6 days gestation, and as part of the grief process we decided we needed to get tattoos to commemorate her. I was set on wanting a watercolor tattoo, and began my insane research to find someone amazing who also didn’t have a year-long waiting list, difficult as I am very picky. Luckily I found Britta Christiansen from Living Art Gallery Tattoo in San Clemente, CA. She is phenomenal! These are our tattoos right after getting them done. Mine is on the left, his is on the right. He will be getting some black splatters like I have and the color a bit darker at the touch up appointment, but otherwise, they are perfect.
I remember seeing this short film a long time ago. Basically, this little machine sees a television with a pretty doll face. She wants to be just like what she sees on t.v, and changes her appearance. The standards get higher and higher (literally), but she tries earnestly.
You can see what happens in the end.This video leaves a powerful message about how our standards of beauty are too high and soon it becomes out of reach.
As one of the comments of the video says
"She was original but she died a copy."
I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.
It seems that when you want to make a woman into a hero, you hurt her first. When you want to make a man into a hero, you hurt… also a woman first.
"My brother was killed when I was 13. There had been a fight at a nightclub, and my brother was not involved, but he was shot in the head as he tried to run away. He was very popular in my town, so there were many reporters and friends outside the hospital when I got there. When I walked in my mother was sitting in a chair, crying. She wouldn’t even look at me. She wouldn’t speak to me. Not only did I lose my brother that day, but I lost my mother too. Life from then on was about her suffering. She stayed home all day, she cried, she didn’t pay much attention to us. Nothing was allowed to be more important than her suffering. Nobody else was allowed to have important problems. Her pain had to be worse than everyone else’s. She preferred it that way."
You’ll be fine. You’re 25. Feeling [unsure] and lost is part of your path. Don’t avoid it. See what those feelings are showing you and use it. take a breath. You’ll be okay. Even if you don’t feel okay all the time.
Heresy is the side that loses.
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