Like most girls, my daughter hears, “That’s a pretty dress, did you pick it yourself?” or “What lovely hair you have,” or “You have the most amazing eyelashes,” or “I like the bows on your shoes,” or “You are so cute” almost every time somebody engages in conversation with her.
If family, friends, shop assistants, complete strangers, and even Santa only remark on how girls look, rather than what they think and do, how can we expect girls to believe that they have anything more to offer the world than their beauty?
Fan:What's a secret about you that no one else knows?
Ed Sheeran:I had a really, really, really bad stutter when I was little. I had a birthmark on my eye and they had to laser it off and they didn't use anesthetics so it like messed up with my nervous system and stuff. I had a really heavy stutter so I'd be talking like this- and I've still got like hints of it but- erm I'd be talking like this and literally not be able to get words out. PLUS I had quite bad eye sight so I had big, blue NHS specs. PLUS I was ginger. PLUS I didn't have a growth spurt until quite late on so I was very small. So from the age of 6 to about 11- OH and I erm had a perforated eardrum so I had to wear this weird kinda hat.
Radio Station Interviewer:How did you become a musician?!
Ed Sheeran:Well this is the thing, this is what I wondered. From the age of 6 to 11 no one would want to hang with that kind of kid.. that was weird.
Ed Sheeran:So I think God looked down and said I think you need some help getting laid. Here's a guitar.
“Because I used to really hate Taylor Swift, then when I found out that the title of her album “Red” was a reference to Joni Mitchell’s “Blue,” I was like, “Well, that’s pretty smart.” I listened to the album seriously, and I was completely blown away. Then I looked at the credits on the album, and [saw that] she basically wrote everything herself. I feel like people don’t respect her as much as they should, because they see a blonde girl and they dismiss [the music].”—And this is why I love Grimes! In the latest issue of Bust. (via miburbank)
Give lots of compliments, even if you’re shy. Everyone else is too.
Change. Get a haircut, try new perfume, get new sheets. Become better than you were before.
Eat healthier. Learn to cook something fancy.
Get up earlier and watch the sun come up.
Wear soft clothes, take a bath, drink something warm.
Meet someone new, even just a friend.
Become closer with your friends and your family. Call your mother. Cry with your best friend. Tell everyone how much you appreciate them.
Keep your room clean. Buy some candles. Let the natural light in.
Make a list of reasons why you’ll be better off without them. Believe they are true, because they are.
Listen to new music.
Write everything you’re thinking and feeling. Write letters. Write happy letters, sad letters, and angry letters, even if you’re never going to send them.
It’s okay to be sad, but not forever. Sadness is not as beautiful as music makes it seem. Lack of sleep makes your eyes droopy, not deep. Wake up every morning and tell yourself you’re going to have a good day.
Go to the library. Don’t forget to look in the music section.
Remove them from your life. Get rid of the things they gave you if they make you sad. They’re not worth it. You will never be happy if you continue to hold on to the things that make you sad.
Make new memories.
Try to find something to appreciate in everything you do or experience.
Being alone is okay, you don’t have to surround yourself with people.
Become your own best friend. Buy yourself coffee and drink it alone in a cafe. Take your time.
White privilege is being the #1 consumers of welfare, food stamps, general government aid, and illegal drugs, but STILL blaming POC for all of those things as well as incarcerating them at an exponentially higher rate.