#30.11.2017

However, once I started dating I realized that even though, I am 20 years old, I don’t always feel comfortable to be kissed, and I am absolutely petrified at the thought of having sex.

So, I figured out, things take time for some people. Just because everyone around you does something, does not mean you have to do it. It does not automatically mean you should be ready to do something, just because it’s usual for people to do it at a certain age.

Я, кажется, уже не раз говорила, что Мысли Материальны. С Людьми случается то, во что Они верят.

К сожалению, Большинство Людей не может преврашать Свои Мечты в Цели. A ведь, как известно, Цели Всегда в итоге становится Результатом /это важная Ремарка!/.

Ну да, нужно приложить определенные Усилия и потратить определенное количество Времени, Ничего не даётся Даром. Но всё это Обязательно окупится исполнением Твоей Мечты.

И тогда это будет уже не Мечта, а Реальность. И это, наверное, Самое Прекрасное в Жизни. Умение претворять Мечту в Жизнь. Осознание того, что Твоя Мечта осуществилась.

Today one of my little sisters told me, that the other girls in her class don't like to play with her, because she has hair on her arms and her legs. We dark-skinned girls have dark hair, which is more visible on us than those white girls in her class with their blond hair.

She is 10.

She's in elementary school. 4th grade.

What is wrong with society?

Because the fault isn't on those other girls, or not entirely, but rather their parents, cause when I was 10, I didn't give a shit about hair on my friends arm. I cared about wether or not we would get to play first on the swings or other childish stuff. So where did those other girls learn that body hair was "bad"?

I honestly want to cry for her, and other little girls like her. I want to cry for my past-self.

I remember when I started to feel ashamed for my body hair, it was in 7th grade. I remember the relief when all of the hair was gone, and the panic every 2 days, because I needed to shave or else everybody would laugh at me.

She is 10 and cries.

I am 24 and want to rage.

Let children be children. Let little girls be little girls. They shouldn't care about this toxic beauty expectations of our society.

I can rant and rave, and scream and cry, but at the end of the day, I will either show her how to shave or buy her more long sleeved clothes, because her self esteem is only so heigh and she is 10.

I tell her she is beautiful just the way she is, she doesn't need to shave or needs make-up to shine.

But she just hears all the other girls in her mind.

She is 10,

I also had a dream where mom, sis and I moved to high terraced house. The area wasn’t nice since there wasn’t nature around there and the area looked kind of ‘dead’ despite the fact there were many other terraced houses and people living in them. Tho I kind of loved my room. It was HIGH with huge castle like windows with big black bed (you could pull curtain around it). As much as I loved it because it was very castle like room, there was weird and a bit nasty feeling in there which made me feel very uneasy in there.