So you’ve got it! You just booked the vacation of your dreams… or maybe you didn’t, maybe you’re just looking for a place to rest your head at night. Maybe you have a long layover and don’t feel like sleeping on an airport bench. Maybe you just want to venture somewhere new, and get to know the locals like a local would. And you got an AirBnB… and it looks perfect. The photos are legit, the interior seems… nice-ish for the budget, and there’s nothing else you want or need. It’s even advertised as “luxury”.
And then you show up.
And it’s actually a traphouse.
Welcome to Day 1 of our travel (mis)adventures.
(feat.) An Open Dialogue About Western Beauty Standards
Let me just start out by saying this: I never thought I was pretty growing up. From the ages of 8-16, I have zero photos of myself. Zero. My mom would beg me to smile, to pose for this or that picture… and I will admit, there were some I did, but those photographs never saw the light of day again.
While I realize that the word pretty is subjective, the general consensus in the Western world seems to be an unspoken standard of long blonde or chestnut brown hair, ski-slope nose, legs like Giselle, with light green or blue almond-shaped eyes, a flat stomach, and a honeyed complexion (not too light and not too dark) to boot.
You may be sitting there rolling your eyes, chalking it all up to just being a figment of my imagination– but is it really? Just a quick look at current idolized mainstream celebrities proves otherwise. Need I note that Megan Fox, Alexis Ren, Kylie Jenner, the Hadids, Adriana Lima, Angelina Jolie, Cara Delevingne, Jennifer Lawrence, and Hailey Baldwin are all worshipped and hashtagged as #goals almost daily?
I bet I’m not the first to notice the commonalities running between nearly every popular social media influencer and celebrity of our day and age. Same as above– blonde or brunette, with legs that stretch on for miles, light eyes, and a flat stomach.
Let that sink in.
(photo credit: Roger Yu)
As you all have probably noticed, my blog has been about as silent as a grave for the past couple of months. Though I’m not sure who would actually sit and ask themselves,”Where in the world did Heather go? I hope she’s okay…” I’m here to inform you that y-e-s! The Republicans and Trumpers alike have not claimed me yet! I am, indeed, not dead!
What I can say is that 2017 has been an amazing year so far. Leaving 2016 behind was quite literally a weight lifted from my shoulders. I feel like a new person, a better person, with more drive than I ever knew previously existed. I wake up each morning ready for the next day, and in a way, you could say I’m ready for the rest of my life (not to be dramatic, but totally being dramatic). As I look back on my “New Year, New Blog Designs, Same Me“, I realize that now, four months later, I don’t really feel like the same “me” at all. So much has happened in my life, both good and bad, in those span of four months, I’m not even sure where and how to begin.
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Ever wondered what it’s like for the unassuming, non-politically minded citizens of the District of Columbia during inauguration? Yes? No? Well I’m going to inform you anyway… because if you’re one of those going berserk over the inauguration, it’s only right that you know a little about the people whose city you are temporarily inhabiting. Seeing as this is now (most unfortunately) Trump’s America, I will be referencing his awful supporters and exercising my right to the First Amendment (yes trolls, come attack me, I dare you).
!!! W-A-R-N-I-N-G !!!
Extreme doses of sarcasm and anti-Trump rhetoric lie below the read more. This post will likely trigger either laughs or an instinct to throttle the author (i.e. me), and lastly, offend any and all Trump supporters (a.k.a Trumpers) spanning anywhere from California to the East Coast.
So without further ado, click the read more if you would like to collect ammo to attack me with, or are simply curious about the day-to-day for a Washingtonian who has little involvement with politics. Below are some common occurrences for DC residents during the inaugural period. View Post
Maine— just being here stirs up some things. I guess there are qualities about a place that never really go away. You love parts of it, people in it, m e m o r i e s associated with it… but you can’t really bring yourself to admit you love all of it for all the heartaches, drawbacks, and things it lacks. But you ignore those faults anyway and surround yourself with people you love and good energy. That’s what being home is. I think that’s what contentment is. It’s not just a love for, but it is also forgiveness of, a past you cannot change.
–December 19th, 2016
This post is something entirely new for me– a concept, a photojournalistic experience of a place many of you will likely never get the chance to see in December (I wouldn’t blame you, it’s absolutely frigid… and Maine sort of sucks in the winter). Despite all those things, it is a place I still fondly refer to as ‘home’ located in a little town called Camden, smack dab in the middle of the coast of Maine.
After going home for a solid month, I thought I’d give a little glimpse through my own figurative and literal lens to the Maine experience. This post sort of details all of the little things I found so beautiful where I once saw nothing as a teenager and a kid. It’s so odd to realize how times can change. I won’t lie– I think about my life and the life that could have been there, all the time.
I hope you are able to feel the way I felt being home– a dreamlike state of being neither here nor there. I also hope that same part of you falls in love with the very people, places, and things that I did.