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.
Granted I’ve been meaning to make this post since, well, two weeks ago, I figured it’s better late than never, right? I’ve never made a goals post before, but I’m a huge fan of proactive living and after seeing a bunch of others… I felt inspired to finally make one myself.
Click the read more to see what my October goals are (it’s never too late to make them). Maybe they’ll inspire you to do the same!
We live in a man’s world, that much is true. The modern woman may be successful, intelligent, and poised…and still only make 80¢ to a man’s dollar. If that’s not a slap in the face, then the constant barrage of insults she encounters on a daily basis has to be the icing on the cake.
“Slut,” is what she hears when she won’t smile at the construction worker who catcalls her on the street, and,”Bitch,” is often muttered through the teeth of other women the patriarchy has taught to hate their own kind. She lives in a world where she is constantly told,”No, no, no,” and,”Women are expected to be x-y-and-z.”
Tack on any ambitions she may have the desire to chase and she’s labeled as “thirsty” or “fake” for trying to achieve them. God forbid she speak up for what she wants, demanding it without hesitation. An open palm ready for reward is translated by society as open legs, because there’s no way she could have climbed her way up from the bottom on just her brain alone.
Even more unfortunate, the moment she takes the time to criticize those who criticize her, she is simply labeled as an “Angry-lesbian-feminazi-bitch.” This is the world we live in.
But a real boss ass bitch knows her worth, and she knows how to get it.
What is the it?
Anything she wants it to be.
Below are the mottos HBIC’s live by… and yes, even Blair Waldorf would approve.