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The Magic of Vulnerability

Monday, May 22, 2017

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It's Monday. What a better way to start the week off by opening up, being vulnerable and talking about my feeeeeeelings. So mushy right? Right. It's Monday and I'm feelin' it. So, last night as I pretended to try to sleep (I was on my phone, so clearly not trying too hard) I read Indy Blue's post opening up about her social anxiety, and it inspired me to write about something similar: the insane STRESS I'm feeling right now. Sometimes I'll open up here on my blog, but it's rare, and if I do, it's just like "here's HOW to destress", "here's HOW to be more body positive", but never like "OKAY MY WORLD IS CRASHING DOWN AND I JUST REALLY NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT, OKAY?!?!" Soooo here's that. 

For starters, it's finals. If that isn't incentive enough to want to melt I don't know what is. All of my friends are home now, and they have been for almost a month, They're all having so much fun together, relaxing, enjoying themselves and each others company, and I don't think I've ever felt more lonely in my life. I'm not even kidding. I'm so incredibly busy, constantly working, constantly scheduling one thing after the other, it's nonstop. I don't have any money to go out with my friends here, I don't have time to go out with my friends here, thus isolating and overworking myself, feeling so so lonely and so tired. 

And if THAT'S not enough let's talk about social media. My god social media needs to be stopped. If we are being completely honest, my life that you see on Instagram obviously isn't what really happens every second of they day. I'm not always sparkles and sunshine over here people! In reality, I'm actually pretty boring, or at least what normal people would classify as boring, I don't go out on the weekends, I live for Tuesdays when PLL comes on, I procrastinate on all my work by doing nothing but sitting in bed for hours deciding what to do next, I FaceTime my boyfriend a lot and eat a lot of Italian food, and that's pretty much it. I don't go on any crazy adventures, not every day is picture perfect, I don't have a million friends, or really even like... 10, I'm a pretty chill and boring gal. And yet somehow I maintain this social media presence (and I know I'm not huge or anything) where my life is so colorful and fun and happy! But y'all the truth is, I'm not happy, not really, not at all. 

I look back on photos of just when Ally was here in Savannah and that was a time when I was genuinely happy, and I know it was only a week ago, but the second her train pulled up for her to head back to Richmond, I was in too many tears realizing that the second she left, I was back to lonely, sad, homesick Olivia, the Olivia who over stresses, over analyzes, over worries, and over sleeps when important things are happening because I can't really even get myself out of bed. I want to burst into tears a good bit of the time, and if not that I just want to hide under the covers and avoid everything. I keep thinking about Summer and how it's so close, but how it feels like it will just NEVER EVER EVER COME!! 

Basically, and I know this has been so rant-y, but I just needed to get off my chest and talk to you guys about what's REALLY happening in my world, beyond the cute outfits and fun little links I share. I'm human, I'm a real life real person with real feelings and major issues. No I may not be battling any fatal disease, and no I may not be struggling to get food on the table or have a roof over my head, I'm very lucky and grateful for all that I have in live, but before you call me conceited or anything like that, please know that for me, these struggles and problems are oh sooo real. I'm nervous and worried for something bad to happen everyday. What if my professor doesn't like my garment, what if I get called on and don't know the answer and embarrass myself in front of the whole class (this actually happened today, it was bad) What if I oversleep and miss my presentation (this almost happened today) What if my friends decide I'm a burden and secretly don't like me anymore so they just stop hanging out with me?!?! Real fears y'all. It's just easier to stay in bed. 

Sidebar story: Last week I was like, "ya knOW WHAT OLIVIA! You are in this FUNK and it's time to get OUT OF IT! Let's head to the GYM!!!!!!" SOOOOOO, I went thinking that I would feel rejuvenated, strong, a little sore but in the best way, and just overall more relaxed due to all those endorphins doin' what they do. But NO! Worst gym experience ever. I went to this class, Melt, see I've been to Melt before and it was tough but I enjoyed it. I guess you could say it was like aaaaa Cross Fit class? Sorta yeah. And okay yeah, so I'm NOT the strongest fish in the gym-sea, but that's okay, right?! I'm at the gym for a reason! Endorphins! BUT again, NO! I don't think I've ever felt more weak in my life. There was this new instructor who was so, so, so intense. Like I get it, gym motivation is different than other motivation, it's more all up in your face and what not. But this guy, he just made me feel like trash. With EVERY station he would come to me and be like, "Really? I thought you said you've been to this class before, come on! You do it like this, not this? Come on, do better next time! I wan't to see you sweat!" Keep in mind ya girl was SWEATY ENOUGH! Red as a lobster and shaking like a clam. (Diggin' the ocean gym vibes? Yeah, same) And it's humiliating when all the other girls around me had perfect form and still SOMEHOW looked good doing burpies in their LuLuLemon leggings and tank top and then there I was, getting yelled at. 

And that's not even the worst part. One station we had to leave the group room and go into the main gym to FLIP A HUGE TIRE down the main walkway, right in the middle of where everyone works out (it's a small gym, go SCAD!) I watched the girl before me do it and she made it look SO easy so of course I'm thinking, "oh okay I got this, it's probably not even that heavy" I get over there and I fail. Totally, compleleleleletely, and utterly fail. The girl working this station was yelling at me on how to do it, calling me weak and I just wanted to cry. I wanted someone to flip the tire over me, I felt like such a little squish, everyone was watching me, it was horrible. I held back my tears but I still felt so defeated. Keep in mind these stations were a rotation, so I had to go through that four times, as if the other stations with Mr. All-up-in-my-business weren't enough reason to be a little squish. 

Also of COURSE the two girls I befriended in the class decided to COMPARE MUSCLE during our 90 second break for crying out loud. I never really looked at my arms or anything so when I went to hold mine up to be like, "okay yeah but look at me" It was embarrassing to flex and have nothing change, zero muscle, weak as a shrimp. Like really, we only had 90 seconds, couldn't we just talk about something we can all relate on like, "boy, it's so humid out today, I'm going to be ready for a shower after that walk home am I right ladies...?" But of course not, let's compare our bodies. COMPARISON KILLS, and man did I feel like just disappearing after that class. SO, I cried on the phone to Nate during my walk home and vowed to never go to the gym again. I guess I really am more of a yoga gal...

This may sound dramatic, but that whole story, that's just the overall mood for how I've been feeling lately. I'm beyond ready to go home and just forget all of my stresses and fears of life here. Savannah and SCAD are great, don't get me wrong, but when you're up to your ears in unchecked boxes on your todo list and just want to hide in your wardrobe for a million-billion years, it makes Sunny Sav feel pretty dark... 

Okay, I think I'm going to end things on that note. I'm sorry this post hasn't been my usual sunflowers and daisies, but it's 100% me right now and I just really felt like I needed to be real with y'all. I'm drained, out of motivation, and have really, really hit a wall here. I've decided I'm going to take a break from Instagram until after finals just because I feel like it's a somewhat toxic environment for me at this time. 

Thank you for letting me open up to y'all, if you got bored after the first paragraph though, that's fine too. This honestly was sort of tough for me to write about just because I really don't like appearing weak. I'm super overly sensitive, but I can't stand for anyone to ever see me that way. I hate crying in front of people and for the longest time here I've felt like I have to be happy all the time. Like I have to put up this front and pretend like everything around me is so perfect and that nothing phases me even though it totally does. Anyway, I'm glad I could finally be vulnerable and open up about it all and hopefully not appear weak in anyones eyes. 

I'll talk to you tomorrow with my 10 links if I get the chance, but other than that I am just going to do my best to keep my head up over here, I really love blogging, I do, but finding the time to shoot, edit, and write is very hard for me right now. SO until then... I love y'all so much :) xo, O
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What is Natural Beauty?

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

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This post may contain some content some readers might not agree on, however this is my blog and this is where I express my feelings. So please, hold your comments. 
Also, this is my story and it wont apply to everyone.
Above you see a photo of me, surrounded by hurtful, confusing things that people not only say but feel. This post is going to by sort of hard for me to write, just because there is so much I need and want to say, but don't know how to put it into words. 

The past sixteen years of my life I have been hit with bouts of feeling too skinny, too fat, boyish, slutty, pressured to be wild and myself, pressure to be the best, yet not a try too hard. To be honest, I was my worst bully, I was always so concerned about what other people think and how I needed to be the best, the boldest, the strongest, when in reality, if I could, everyday I'd just hide. 

I grew up in a home where I was taught that being yourself is what matters. And, in the words of Taylor Swift, just shake it off... "It", being all the haters of course. I say "grew" up because, yeah I'm still of course growing up, and living at home but, I do feel very independent now... But back to what I was saying, these feelings often related back to my fashion/style. I've always been the girl who wore the wacky and wild clothes, but then as I got older, and more into fashion, I realized that what I was wearing was just a mess, it was okay for nine year old Olivia, but not sixteen year old Olivia. It felt like I couldn't wear something "normal" (more put together) with out people staring and saying things like, "Wow Olivia, why are you dressed so boring?" "Olivia, you look normal for a change." "Olivia, I didn't even notice you!" When I first started going to my school I go to now, I was ridiculed for the weird way I dressed. I dressed for myself, I didn't "fit in" and the girls who had been going there for years did not like the change. People began to accept it as they never one with my "Shake it Off" attitude. But then when I changed, I got called out, and those comments hurt. I spent so long forcing myself to "be myself" or who I used to be, but keep people thinking that I'm still this wild person. Telling myself that I wasn't good enough unless I made heads turn and was always better than everyone else. That beat me up, thinking that I had to be the best all the time. And when I wasn't? When I wasn't perfect? That was terrible. I just wanted to hide. But I faked it until I started really seriously doing things for myself, like, my haircut.

I have wanted to get my haircut for years but the thing that was always holding me back were all my potential haters. I thought, would if people don't like it? Would if all of a sudden everyone thinks I'm gay? Will guys still like me? Would if people think I look butch? Will I have to loose weight to look girly? Am I going to have to buy a whole new wardrobe of just fluttery dresses? Silly questions like this haunted me. Which was weird because so many absolutely beautiful women including extremely famous celebrities have pixie cuts, and no one makes nasty remarks about them. Something at camp this year changed me, not only that it was my last and best summer as a camper, but when it gave me an entirely new confidence that I don't even know where it came from. But after camp I knew that my previous accusations against the pixie were silly because it didn't matter what other people thought, I've wanted this hair cut for like ever and it was time I did something for myself and not the people around me. Call it selfish, but it's been pretty darn empowering. 

Like I said earlier, I was my worst bully. I could go into body confidence, but that is an entire other post and I just don't want to get into that now. However, I will touch on another topic, equality. 
Only eight letters and somehow it's the biggest word in the book. There is so much I wish I could do to rip all of the hate out of this world and live peacefully with everyone, but it's not that easy. I am a feminist. I don't know if you all are familiar with Emma Watson's speech at the UN but it is pretty amazing. A vast majority of people think that feminism is just women being better than men, after being beaten down and slut shamed, and things like that. The definition of feminism is, "the advocacy of women's rights on the grounds of political, social, and economic equality to men". Equality, not hate, not putting down men, or women being more powerful, but being equal. Human to Human, person to person. 

What I'm about to talk about I don't have all the facts on so don't come yelling at me if I get something wrong, but the other day, December 28th, Leelah Alcorn committed suicide due to the fact that she, a transgender teen was not accepted or treated with respect as the human being she was. In her suicide note that has gone absolutely viral on tumblr and many other networks, she pleads that we need to "fix society". I 100% agree with Leelah. I saw a tweet last night on Tumblr saying, "Christians, if you reject abortion but refuse to love your LGBTQ children then don't bother calling yourselves "pro-life" #LeelahAlcorn" tweeted by @writesnrights. 
My blog is a safe place for my to express my feelings and opinions, so please, do NOT get angry with me for what I believe in. I believe in a world where we could all live equally, accepting every single person, reaching out and loving ever single person. 

That may have sounded like a ramble, but now, to get to the point: 

The first step to equality is accepting yourself and learning to accept others. But how to you accept yourself? By finding your natural beauty. Find what makes you special, be selfish and do things for yourself, try to forget the haters and dig as deeeeeep as you can to find what makes you YOU and not the person others want you to be, be who you were born to be. Natural beauty is something they try to advertise and sell in magazines, but it can't be bought, you need to find it yourself. And you WILL, there WILL come a time where you will be powerful and rule your own world,  and love every moment of it. Once you love yourself, and find what makes you beautiful (in your OWN eyes) then it will be 100x easier to love those around you, and you're one step closer to equality. Being someone who views the world through the eyes of someone who loves them self and every aspect of who they are, loves those around them, and knows that that's what they need. 

Find your natural beauty, shake it off, and you're already one step closer to a brighter world of equality :) 
Above, you see a photo of me loving life, and conquering my natural, inner beauty, happier than ever.
Good Luck!

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