MAY 2015
GЯЯЯL PЯETTY MAGAZINE
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PRETTY GRRRL MAGAZINE DEAR GRRRLS, Hey! First of all, I just want to say thank you to everyone who has supported me in this amazing journey so far. When I first came up with the idea for Pretty Grrrl, I honestly thought I would be in it alone. I would never have been able to do any of this without all of my writers. Now that we’ve got the soppy stuff out of the way, I’d like to thank YOU, the reader, for checking us out. Pretty Grrrl is going to make a statement to everyone who comes across it, and hey, while you’re at it, tell your friends about us! Happy May, and we’ll talk again come July.
founding editor in chief
MAY
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THE USUALS 07 ............................................................................playlist 08 ...............................................................................look 09 ..................................................................who to watch 10 ..............................................................................word
FEATURES 12...........6 steps towards self-love and body confidence 15 ..................................................................dancer’s diet 16 .................we were born to be more than this bullshit 18 ................................................................................keep 20 .................................................................................love 21..................................................................#askhermore 22 ..................how you kill a garden // how you kill a girl 23...................................................................define “love” 26......................................appreciate you and all you are 27 ......................................................................posi ladies 28 ...........................................................................artwork
CONTENTS
founder / editor in chief aly ransom cover photo aly ransom playlist maker harri denntin
issue one // may twenty fifteen
contributing writers madeline buckshaw, madeline damron, bethany elliot, kelsi fay, kylie gilligan, alessandra mcbroom, amelia modes, aly ransom, micaela rigley, carly swekel contributing artists emily fradette avery bzdyk description pretty grrrl magazine, an online publication based in michigan with a team of brilliant girls from all around. we aim to embrace the female gender as the powerhouse it is, and to simply find things that make us feel good while saying what we want. our goal is to share our thoughts unapologetically. connect http://prettygrrrl-mag.tumblr.com http://twitter.com/prettygrrrlmag inquiries prettygrrrlmag@gmail.com images: all images sourced via tumblr
coverage: harri denntin
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halsey lowkey makes us want to die. are you emo? because we’re super emo. but anyway.
cop the look: top: interlock bra in white by american apparel jacket: holo jacket by shop jeen skirt: tennis skirt in white by american apparel we don’t know where exactly she got the ice cream, but cop some of that, too. aly ransom
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who to watch at first glance, this latina beauty would probably be pinned by most people as 18 or 19. however, 16 year old sylvia is - no offense, ladies - dressing beyond her years. from her sharp eyebrows to her soaring eyeliner, this queen is
doing it right. her grunge, minimilastic sense of style screams “street la,� and honestly, she nails the look and then some. aly ransom
syLgarciviaa stay connected with sylvia twitter @sylviamichaelaa tumblr iteratively.tumblr.com instagram instagram.com/sylviamichaelaa
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6 steps towards self-love and body confidence Most of us know what it feels like to look in
the mirror and despise what we see. Most of us also know how it feels to hide our personality with a different one because we don’t feel like we deserve to like our true self. We all desire to change these habits, but how? Baby steps. Walk with me. For several years, I hated every inch of my skin, and I acted like someone who was not me at all, just to feel accepted. Other people accepted this masked version of myself, but I didn't. I couldn't accept a fake me, nor could I accept me for who I was. And that’s not okay. So, I changed it! It’s not easy. But if you are in the position described above, then I have some tips to push you towards a happier mind-set. 1. Every morning, find a mirror and pose. All different poses. Pose in a confident manner, a shy manner, a sexy manner. See that? You can move your body to portray how you feel (duh). Hang on. Find one you like. You like the confident pose? Great. You like that certain pout when you want to look shy? Even better. What about that eyebrow raise when you’re feeling sultry? Amazing. Love it. You see? No matter the mood, you own it. Now go and get ready, because whatever the day throws at you, whatever mood you're in, you are going to look beautiful. Huge ego boost, huh? Isn’t it great to know you look great?
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2. So you’re having a down moment. You are looking at your birth mark, thinking “Why there? Why so obvious? I hate it! It makes me feel so ugly.” Or you’re looking at your nose, thinking “Hello? Can you, like, even out? You’re so wonky.” Or, you’re looking at your legs wishing they were longer. The list goes on and on. It’s okay to have down days. Feel down- but only for a limited amount of time. Never more. Okay? Even if after five, ten, twenty minutes you don’t feel better, lie. I know we're all raised to always tell the truth, but listen. Just say to yourself, “Hey, no one else looks like me. No one else will ever have these legs, nor this fabulous nose, and this birthmark is definitely my own designer brand. I mean, it’s so chic. I feel great. Heck, I radiate beauty. See this glow? It’s all me. I’m a dreamboat.” And it’s true. No one will ever ever EVER look like you! You are one of a kind. Purely limited edition. 3. Decorate yourself. There is no way you can truly be you if you do not portray you. Who cares if long skirts are in fashion? If you wanna wear the smallest mini skirt you can find, great, wear it. Who cares if no one wants you to wear that necklace? WEAR IT. The colours clash? Not on you, they don't. They make you feel bright and beautiful. Great, wear all the colours! You don’t like showing skin? Everyone is telling you to stop being so prude? Tell them to stick it where the sun don’t shine. You can cover every piece of skin that you want to cover. You look good, who else cares? Black is your thing? That’s great. People calling you a Goth because you rock it? Darling, they are only jealous. You pull it off.
You stick out. Black is deffo your colour. People don’t like your tattoo(s)? TO HECK. Dude. You look awesome. That is art. We all have a canvas. It’s yours to decorate. No one else’s. 4. You’re having another down day and feeling like you can’t achieve anything. Whoa. Okay. Look here, you woke up today. That’s major. You got that certificate a few years back. You passed that test. You told someone they make you feel great. You smiled at someone. You opened the door for your pal. You liked a post. You said you liked someone’s eyes. You showered. You ate something. You called your friend. You told a family member you appreciate them. You gave someone constructive criticism. You laughed at something. You passed a huge milestone last month. You let someone in. You are going to be happy. You are going to be okay. Listen here. Every day you are improving. Every day you have done something you couldn’t do before. Every day you are making choices, you are making a path for yourself. Even lazy Sundays can determine a huge decision you didn’t even know you were making. A failure does not make you a failure. You are not your mistakes. You are making a difference to yourself and other people. You may have given that stranger you smiled at on the street exactly what they needed. That post you liked could have meant a lot to someone and you may have made their heart flutter. You achieve something every day. Just because you aren’t rewarded or it may go unsaid, does not mean you are not progressing. You are. And if you know this, nothing anyone can say to you can damage your self-knowledge.
5. Someone isn’t willing to accept who you are and they are making you feel bad about yourself. Excuse me? Do I even have to go into detail about this one? Bye!!! Cut them off. Hey, if they apologise and realise they were in the wrong and want to accept you and have you (the wonderful person you are) in their life, if you want to forgive them for making you feel a way in which you disliked and you know they will change their ways, then heck, do it. Your pals are blessed to have you in their life and if they don’t make you feel that way or they make you feel crappy, say goodbye and get rid of that contact. You don’t need that. There are people everywhere who could be a better pal to you than them. Don’t be afraid to cut ties. It’s refreshing. 6. Know your limits. Know your boundaries. You don’t have to do something if you don’t feel like it’s right. Don’t push yourself too far just because you think it may be rewarding in the short term. It may not be good for you. Wait a while, come back to it, and then decide if it's worth it. Understand how much you can take, and be able to limit yourself to that much. Hey, if you know you can achieve it and you are willing to take the risk, go for it! Everyone has different boundaries. It’s okay to have them. You don’t need to push them to show your worth. You don’t. You are okay within them. Know them, understand them, by heck test them! But don’t bite off more than you can chew. By following these steps, you are 6 steps closer than you were before to knowing that you are the best version of yourself. Don’t get me wrong, it takes time, but these five
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steps honestly helped me to know myself and be able to say, ‘Yeah, I do love myself.’ Ps. U look gr8 right now. Xx bethany h. elliiot
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Dancer’s Diet “She has croutons on her salad... Does she not know how many calories are in croutons?” “Oh! No thank you, I’ve already had my 500 calories today.” Since the age of 7, I’ve heard phrases like this. Walk into a competitive dance studio and all you’ll see are bones with muscles messily stacked on top. As dancers; we are trained from the beginning to suck our stomachs in and stick out our “derrieres”. We’re not people, we’re meat. We wear revealing costumes and dance in ways that are nowhere near appropriate for girls our age. Our makeup must be perfect. Lots of glitter, false eyelashes and blush. If your hair falls out during a performance, your score will go down. We put on a show. We must look immaculate. Nothing out of place. Being told for so long how important your appearance is can really affect you. You start to notice little things. The way your stomach rolls. The way your thighs spread out when you sit. You see all the things you must change. You start skipping meals. Hungry? Eat celery. You burn more calories chewing it then you get from eating it. After a while it becomes routine. You look in the mirror and look just as fat as you did before you starved yourself. Step on the scale. 30 pounds gone. But that’s not enough for you. No one’s all that concerned. Everyone does it. Go into the bathroom at any intensive ballet school and you’ll see 14 year olds, in leotards, their hair in a neat bun, vomiting up their breakfast. Little girls are very impressionable. Tell them they’re beautiful. Embrace them for the way they are. Don’t let them hurt themselves to conform to society’s version of beauty. k
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We Were Born To Be More Than This Bullshit “What do you want to be when you grow
were making fun of me because of the way I
up?”
looked. It sounds a bit fake, like some tacky
I remember being asked the hackneyed
chick flick, but I swear to you, boys and girls
question for the first time when I was five
whispered and giggled as I walked by. I
years old; as if what I was right then already
didn’t understand why they were so mean. I
was not good enough. I was asked to define
had done everything I had been told to do in
myself before I even knew what the word
order to be liked growing up. I treated
“define” meant. I know for a fact though,
others the way I wanted to be treated, I
among the millions of answers I gave to
followed the “golden rule.” Apparently, I was
that question, I never once said “I want to
the only one.
be skinny when I grow up.”
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I love food. I mean really love food. And I hate sports. I detest any form of physical activity. I see nothing wrong with that, as long as I’m healthy. I hardly even noticed appearances when I was in grade school. Every kid was nothing more than that - a kid. I never didn’t want to play with someone because they wore a large rather than a small. But, as I grew up, I began to notice things. Things like the fact that I didn’t look like some of the other girls at my school. I couldn’t share clothes with my friends. Those were just the facts, nothing that ever bothered me; they were just things I took note of. When I was in fifth grade, I went to a swim club and kids laughed at me when I came out in my swimsuit. I didn’t know why, but they did. I figured it out later on that they
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Where can I find the written standards, the chart, the magic mirror that will tell me if the universe, the higher power in the world, finds me ugly?
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From then on, I strived to alter myself to fit the expectations of the people around me, rather than alter the kind of people around me to fit my expectations. Over the years, I probably cried out 5 pounds in tears alone. I wasn’t born wanting to look like girls in magazines; society made me that way. It’s so odd how things got to be the way they are today. Who has any right to judge what is pretty and what is ugly? What even is ugly? Where can I find the written standards, the chart, the magic mirror that will tell me if the universe, the higher power in the world, finds me ugly? Truthfully, I
think the concepts of pretty and ugly are
generation’s idea of beauty isn’t even real
nothing but hoaxes. They’re Santa Claus for
anymore. We weren’t born with makeup
everyone above the age of ten. If you’re
lining our eyes. We weren’t born to be so
pretty you’ll be accepted, if you’re ugly you’ll
thin that the smallest gust of wind could
be rejected. The way parents used Santa to
carry us away. We weren’t meant to feel like
make their kids do as they’re told, society
our image is what defines us. How different
uses our lack of self confidence to make us
would I would be if I didn’t spend most of
do as we’re told.
my life trying to be accepted? How different
If from the beginning things were different,
would we all be? I bet we’d be happier,
and society worshipped girls who were overweight rather than skinny, I would
healthier, and feel a heck
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The way parents used Santa to make their kids do as they’re told, society uses our lack of self confidence.
have become a completely different person. I could have
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of a lot more like the people we were meant to be. A lot of days I don’t feel like I’m living; I just flow with this nasty current.
Eating and sleeping just enough to get by,
been making fun of a skinny girl at that
never having the time to do something for
swim club. I find myself wondering what a
the sole reason that it makes me happy.
lot of things would be like if society didn’t
I was born to be happy.
hold such a heavy weight in our lives. I wish
You were born to be happy.
everyone was blind to appearances. That
I was born to be loved.
way, if someone called me beautiful, I’d
You were born to be loved.
know that it was because of the person I
I was born to want to stay alive.
was, and not because of a number on a
You were born to want to stay alive.
scale. I want to be judged on the
I refuse to let society take that away from
permanent aspects of my existence, not the
me.
things that change from day to day, like
Don’t let society take that away from you.
ratty clothes, a bad hair day, or how much I
alessandra
weigh. None of us were born to be nothing more than a pretty face, so why do we value it so much? Especially since our
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Keep Keep your hair up. Keep your stomach in. Keep your eyes open. Keep your mouth closed. Keep your dress on. Keep your virtues. Keep your morals. Keep your hair long. Keep a house. Keep it spotless. Keep a husband. Keep him in constant want. Don’t keep him waiting. Keep the kids coming. Keep them fed. Keep them in school. Keep them out of trouble. Keep your boys out of girls’ pants. Keep girls in their pants. No. keep girls in their dresses. Keep a smiling face. Keep going. Keep at home. Keep out of the way. Keep your mind shut.
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Keep your nose out. Keep food on the table. Keep cleaning. Keep taking it. Keep hanging in there. Keep watching from afar. Keep your mouth shut. Keep letting it happen. Keep your distance. Keep calm. Keep the man. Keep the kids. Keep up. Keep up. Keep your virtues. Keep your morals. Keep up. Keep up. Keep your blessings. Keep your head. Keep up. Keep up. Keep off. randyl
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#AskHerMore Over sixty percent of the people who
watched the Oscars last year were women, according to Forbes.com. With eyes glued to the red carpet, they all watched as almost every actress was asked the same boring question, as they always have been; “Who are you wearing?” This has been a trademark of all red carpet walks since any woman can remember. However, lately it’s been quite clear that women everywhere have had enough. With the start of the #AskHerMore hashtag, people have been tweeting suggestions of better questions to ask actresses. Questions that take the focus off of the actresses’ dress, and focus on the actress herself, because women are more than what they wear. Suggestions like “Who inspires you?” and “What are you most proud of?” have women everywhere totally enamored. Some immediate changes are even being seen, with Ryan Seacrest making sure not to focus solely on fashion in the last Oscars. This issue is being recognized and changed is a giant stride that all women should be proud of. Good job, Twitter! layal carter
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How You Kill a Garden // How You Kill a Girl
No one talks about Somatoform disorders, so they can’t really be real, right? Limit the understanding to textbook definitions so no one will talk about the grassroots rebellions occurring inside of my body no one will talk about the holes in my head something was there but I don’t know what it was; it was taken from me before I knew it was there. It was taken from me before I could even claim it as my own. See, some days it’s that I can’t move my feet because I’m afraid you’ll pull the rug out from under me again and I cannot trust my own foundation Some days I cannotcannot move my mouth because you took that ability away from me when you forced your anxious spit into my mouth I can’t move my hands to pick up the pieces of my puzzle because the edges are frayed and the corners are bent over, and I can’t go buy a new one because you took everything from me when you made MY space, your own. The rooms in my body were never for rent, but you have branded my skin with the word vacancy It’s a glowing sign inside of me and despite my hardest attempts, I cannot ignore its existence so tell me, who taught you to destroy so well? who sat you next to a garden and handed you a blowtorch? who showed you how to use your masculinity like a crowbar, and are they proud of you for paralyzing my trust? See, sometimes I can’t move my lips to form a smile, because it is an invitation to the eyes that don’t really look. My vacancy sign glowing in cheap, neon colors. No one talks about Somatoform disorders, and no one talks about rape. To the snake who bore these holes in my head: next time you feel like opening something that isn’t yours, make it a psychology textbook, not my legs.
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define “love” L
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As a noun, it is defined as “an intense feeling of deep affection.” As a verb, “to feel a deep romantic or sexual attachment to (someone).” According to the dictionary, I am very, very good at love. In reality, however, I am very, very bad at love. When it comes to intense feelings of deep affection, I am a professional. Feeling a deep romantic or sexual attachment to someone? Even better. But here’s the catch: they don’t include the real meaning of love in the definition. They don’t list “death” as a synonym, or “pain,” or “agony.” And that is how you know, my friends, that the official definition of love is complete and utter bullshit. So what is love, really? It varies from person to person. For me, love is nothing but a watered-down word with a bunch of different watereddown meanings. Self-love: a beautiful thing. Friend love: a beautiful thing. Family love: a beautiful thing. Romantic love: a fucking mess. So here’s my question: How does one fall in love without dying? I don’t have the answer to this; maybe you do. Maybe everyone in the world knows the answer to this but me. If that’s the case, then for the love of Christ, someone fill me in, already.
I recently ended a relationship with a boy (we’ll call him Will) whom I thought I was desperately in love with. The enigma surrounding this boy is constant and unchanging: Was what we had ever even love at all? Will and I met in June, and by July, we were official. It was a never-ending honeymoon phase, filled with poems and kisses and love songs. We were in love with each other, and we didn’t need anyone else. Of course, all good things must come to an end. He cheated on me that August and we broke up. He fucked her three nights a week. I cried myself to sleep seven nights a week. I don’t know how it’s possible to fall so hard for someone so fast, but I did. He
“i loved him so much, that i forgot to love me.” was the one person I went to with everything, who would never judge me, who loved me unconditionally. And now he was gone. I lost myself- no, I abandoned myself. Not only had he left me, but I had left me, too. I still don’t know if I will ever find it in my heart to forgive myself for that. In that period of time, I died. I was dead for 2 months. I felt nothing for anyone, not even me. Physically, I was fine- I could eat, sleep, move. I looked fine. But inside, I had been reduced to absolutely nothing. The light in my eyes had gone out completely, leaving behind lifeless, empty spheres.
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Instead of circulating blood throughout my body, my heart turned black and pumped tar through my veins. My ears heard, but never listened. My mouth talked, but never spoke. My lips smiled, but I did not. Eventually, as expected, Will grew bored of his new toy. She was too easy to conquer, her resolve fell through too quickly. She wasn’t enough of a challenge. He missed me: the girl who was less of a toy and more of a puzzle. So he came back, and I let him. But it was under the table. He never apologized, not really- sure, he said sorry. But he didn’t apologize. Now I was the other woman, and it tasted like sugar and burned like acid on my tongue. Revenge was sweet, sure; but it hurt like hell. And I was still nothing. When he left, he had taken me with him, leaving behind nothing but the empty shell of a girl who used to have the galaxies flowing through her bloodstream. And he hadn't even bothered to bring me back when he returned. But, I loved him. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him. And then I realized: I loved him so much, that I forgot to love me. It was a reality check. I came to my senses and remembered that I was a bad bitch, a goddess, an undeniably amazing human being, an intelligent queen with a mind sharper than the blade of a knife. Will was dismissed and I was on top of the world.
I vowed to never, ever, ever let someone have that kind of power over me ever again. Then he came back. And just like that, we were back in July. We were in love, we breathed each other, we lived off of each other. I told him that I would never die for him again, and we never spoke of it after that. We were love, love, love, and nothing but. He was the first boy I ever had sex with. The night it happened, I felt the way I expected to: excited, alive, grown-up, and a little shocked that I had gone through with it. The most amazing moment, though, was when I woke up the next morning with a feeling in my chest that I will never forget: complete and utter euphoria. I didn’t feel dirty, or ashamed, or used; I felt loved and beautiful and confident and happy. And then, like déjà vu, there I was again. Faced with the sinking realization that the love of my life was, in fact, not the love of my life at all. He had never changed, not really- he was the same person he always had been. Even today, I’m still not sure if he was just better at hiding it or if I was just blind. He wasn’t in love with me. He didn’t love me at all. I was a pretty piece of jewelry to him, to be taken on and off as he pleased. I wasn’t a first priority- hell, I wasn’t even a priority at all. He had shelves of other girls that were falling for the same lace-trimmed words as me, and I was just another name on the list. But I refuse to believe he never felt a thing. I still think about that night- the night that
“when he left, he had taken me with him.”
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our bodies intertwined as one, when there was no way to discern where he ended and I began, when whispered "I love you's" floated in the air like music. And I still smile, because there was something there other than just lust. He cared for me, even if only for that night. I don’t regret him. He- albeit indirectly- helped me discover my own worth. I still don’t know what love is or how to do it. I don’t know if I ever will. But what I do know is this: 1. I am in love with me. 2. I am intelligent, and beautiful, and happy. And 3. I am mine before I am ever anyone else’s. So maybe, just maybe… I may owe him a thank you. harri denntin
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appreciate you and all you are I believe in following the air stewardess’ rules in life: attend to yourself before helping others. This will not make you selfish; self love is very vital to maintaining good health. Buddha once said, “You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.” Think about it: you are the only person you can rely on in your life. No one, excluding yourself, will be with you throughout your entire life, not even your family. When no one else is there for you, you need to be there for yourself. It’s not an easy task, and everyone has their bad days, but that’s also why we surround ourselves with other people we love. Loving yourself does not mean that you are unable to love others, but it allows you to know yourself better and realize that if all else fails, you always have yourself. Now, this whole “self appreciation” thing may seem impossible. Notice the word, “seem”. I purposely use that word because it is definitely not impossible. And, not only that, but you can even accomplish it! Many people suffer through mental illnesses that can cause skewed perceptions of themselves. If a medication is going to help you learn to love yourself, it is nothing to be ashamed of. Emotions and feelings are totally normal and what you’re going through happens to many people. If you need help, it’s okay. Everyone needs a boost sometimes; there is nothing to be embarrassed about, I assure you. You, just like anybody else, can learn to appreciate yourself. Think about one thing you dislike about yourself, and make it positive. Change “My stomach is gross,” into, “My stomach is cute.” Now, keep that in your head and write it down. Don’t type into the notes on your phone, physically write it down on a piece of paper. Now take that paper and place it somewhere you will see it at least once a day. Repeat it to yourself everyday. Say it so often that the sounds that reverberate in your chest remind you of safety, remind you of home. Repeat this phrase until you 26
believe it. Keep adding onto that piece of paper, keep reminding yourself. Remember that we are all human, and we all possess flaws, but they do not make us any less of a person. Everyone has days where they feel as if they are the most horrendous person to have ever existed and let me tell you: it is completely normal and it is all a part of the journey. You will not constantly believe you are wonderful, but that does not mean you don’t love yourself. When you feel down, just remind yourself of that list, remind yourself of you, whole and complete and human and living and learning. Additionally, surround yourself with positive and supporting people to pick you up when you’re down. And at the end of the day, fake it ‘til you make it. frances buckingham
Posi Ladies
Slut, whore, bitch, skank, ho. All of these
allow a more optimistic outlook on the
are words many females use to describe
human race is all it takes to stop cruel
other females. When boys overhear girls
treatments of women. It is time for us
calling each other these awful names, it
ladies everywhere to cut the name calling
makes them think it’s okay to call girls that
bullshit and team up together and fight the
and the sexism continuum lives on. We
demeaning name calling once and for all.
can’t allow men to think they have the right
mr
to address females using demeaning phrases, but the only way to stop the madness is to stop the negative name calling all around. Girl to girl positivity hardly seems to exist anymore. Us girls are fighting against the same ignorance and bigoted opinions, but we, as a whole, could have a greater impact on the fight for equality than if we stand alone. A united force of females could take down any opposing view on feminism, but we can’t do it if girls are still referring to each other with derogatory terms. A positive comment goes a long way. If you see a girl wearing a shirt you like, tell her. If you think the girl with the locker next to you looks nice today, let her know that her beauty is acknowledged and appreciated. Being nice doesn’t cost anything and doesn’t hurt anyone. Positivity makes all the difference, and changing perspective to
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