In this scene with Hamlet and Ophelia, it is important that Hamlet is half naked and uncomfortably exposing a lot of skin in front of Ophelia who at this point would have already tried to give Hamlet his things back.
i still see the sand between my toes. / the wet pavement leading to the diner. / i hear the crinkle of dead leaves under my shoes. / i remember when you said, “i fell in love with you that first day we met at the beach.” / and when you asked, “what’s your story?” / and, “do you wear makeup?” / how you said, “but you’re not like other girls.” / i want / someone like you. / like you, like you, like you. / i want / to make / someone. / like you, like you, like you. / i don’t want / someone. / like you, like you, like you. / anymore.
"Girls get tattooed better,” / because if we winced or if we whined, / you’d tell us to not be such a girl, / as if that was the worst thing to be. / I am a brick wall, southern exposure, / all stacked and standing. I am // not in the same room as you, / dig the ink into my bone over and / over. I am all four walls, motionless and / taking it, not like a man, taking it / like a girl, southern facing, better than you.
I’m still carrying a little hope that maybe things could be different now Is that so wrong? Is that so wrong? Is that so wrong? I wanna see you tonight at a place we’ve gone (going through the motions leads to real emotions) I wanna make things right before time runs out (It was like you said the taste don’t taste like it should) Roll down the windows let the cold air come in yeah Slap my face just to feel Just to feel you somehow again
If I could I would build you a house in my chest; I’d contort my rib cage and turn this prison into a home. When my bones grow, I’d hope they would curve just so, to carve out a space you could call your own.
You asked: I’m torn between wanting to lose weight to look better in more clothes and also knowing I’m already fierce as hell and that I don’t need to… What do?!
I answer: Baby girl, you can have your cake, eat it, and even work it off if you want to. It isn’t a cardinal sin in the book of #flawless to want to improve your body BUT:
1. You already look great. Seriously. It’s all relative and if you want to be fierce in short shorts, just be fierce in short shorts, whatever size you are. Love your self and as cheesy and poster-of-a-cat-hanging-on-a-branch-as it is, confidence looks great on everybody. It makes your ass look slammin.
2. Refuse to deprive yourself. Deprivation is what’s bringing you down. But you don’t have to deprive yourself to want to hit the gym or start using coconut oil or get toned/fitter. Just refuse to think of life in “fat bad” and “skinny good.” And don’t deprive. Refuse to deprive yourself of feeling happy with some cheese. Refuse to deprive yourself of enjoying raw veggies and that delicious weird green juice. Refuse to deprive yourself of becoming stronger. Refuse to deprive yourself of testing your limits and shaping your own body. Refuse to deprive yourself of feeling happy about your own body, no matter what it’s weight is. Refuse to deprive yourself from feeling energetic from a run. Refuse to deprive yourself of a healthier lifestyle. Refuse to deprive yourself of sitting on your ass and eating chips all day, sometimes. Eat what makes you happy. Work on making yourself strong and happy. Push yourself a little if you feel that will help you. Gaining or losing weight isn’t the evil devil or ultimate accomplishment we make it out to be: the ultimate accomplishment is feeling great and being happy.
So lose the “lose the weight” stance. Gain.
Gain power. Gain confidence. And work out/eat healthier if you want to. Just don’t tie it to how much you can love yourself now (not the stupid effing BEFORE shot) or the scale. Cuz you always look good in whatever booty shorts you’re wearing.
“It is not a secret that other women terrify me.
We are ways competing in a contest I don’t understand.
I don’t know how to beautiful. I don’t know how to gentle.
There is a right way to be this gender. It has been
taught to me since birth. I have failed every class.”—Clementine von Radics
What is the difference when you’re a woman working in the music industry, but not as an artist?
Not being in the limelight has some advantages (hopefully, this article won’t change that): luckily, we aren’t expected to flash our breasts countless times in a video for people to remember our song or listen to what we have to say. We don’t have the press naming and shaming us on the world stage when we’ve had a bad hair day or gone for a swim in the sea with an imperfect yet real body. We are also spared the flood of vicious, hateful, deeply violent comments online that female artists get every single day (cf. Chvrches) because we aren’t in the limelight. Last but not least, we still have the right to our privacy meaning who we date, marry or parent with is not widely covered by… anyone at all. And thank bloody goodness for that.
No, as women ‘behind the scenes’, we face other issues. Our problem is how we battle daily to stay apparent in this business, to not be dismissed as irrelevant in comparison with our male counterparts on the basis of fallacious beliefs which all stem from widespread prejudice about what women are intellectually and physically capable of doing. More often than not, the arguments justifying these preconceptions are based on hazardous biological notions so rampant they have become ‘knowledge’. As a result, we women are judged on the basis of our gender and our bodies before we utter a word or thought. How comforting.
Their Question: What do you do when everything gets to be too much?
My Answer: You fight like hell to get out of bed and wash your face. You shout for help. You push forward even when your legs are like jelly. At the tip of it all, you sit in the darkness and you scratch your way towards the light.
Reasonably: You hold onto what you need, you put anything you can on hold, and you hold out for a time when breathing doesn’t feel overwhelming.
You wait and you will see that better come. The light is brighter after you wait for it.