This has nothing to do with the song mentioned in the title by The Foundations, but it IS stuck in my head now. And probably yours too. Hehe.
This whole “one word” thing is different, y’all. I like it though. It makes me focus and seriously dig into it.
So I did my first project/my first attempt towards a beautiful 2013 this weekend. I did this on a whim, instead of doing physics homework and my Psych paper. And I must say, it was quite a success. 🙂
In the last post, I mentioned I had an Oscar Wilde quote up on my door that I looked at everyday. Well, it’s still there.
It was just joined by some friends in a mad fury of covering my floor-length mirror up on the door. (disclaimer to any RAs that read this, they all come off the door smoothly, it’s tape! 😉 )
People that know me well know how much words inspire me. Â I love quotes. It’s why I read so much and love to write-words just engage me and help me get through everything.
I read one particular quote and thought about how much I need to read it every day, in a place I can see it. Â And that’s where the idea began. I just heard a voice in my head say, “do it”.
So I did.
It helps me block the hate-hate relationship I have with the mirror. Â I still have a mirror and do find it important to use to make sure I look relatively decent. Looks are something needed, but it’s not the only thing, especially for me.
 But the big mirror on the back of the door haunts me. I’ve looked at myself in it for 5 seconds and ended up changing my whole outfit for the day because I didn’t look right. It has to do with those whole self-esteem thing, y’all. I don’t see myself in a good light. EVER. (Also why I HATE having my picture taken, but that’s a different story for a different blog). When I see how I look in the mirror, I point out every mark, blemish. I continually say words that make me hate myself, instead of seeing what I need to see, which is the fact that I am BETTER than what that mirror has to say.
In the ever-wise words of Barlow Girl:
“I’m finding it’s not easy to be perfect.
Sorry you don’t own me.
Who are you? Who are you?”
