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Applying A Full Face Of Makeup Only To Take it Off Again: Glitter Edition.

Face masks may tighten and brighten, but glitter promotes immortality.

As a kid I was a jack of all hobbies. I spent hours pulling tacky necklaces apart and stringing them back together, giving my dolls undercuts (10 years too early) and hot gluing anything to anything, all while sporting the worst bangs of all time. The craft store was my second home. In between the stick-on gemstones and the sequins you could always find me in a trance, gazing at the glitter in awe. So many different colours and shapes, I could never pick just one!

I still have a magpie eye for all things bright and shiny, yet unfortunately, no time to glue tiny mirrors to every shirt I own! When I do have some spare time in the evenings though, there is one thing I love to do as a definitely-not-yet-almost-grown adult. Welcome to Applying A Full Face Of Makeup Only To Take If Off Again: Glitter Edition.

Step one: apply a base of pink eyeshadow to the entire perimeter of your eye. the messier, the better!

Step two: apply a layer of dark purple eyeshadow on your eyelid and lower lash line. this will make the glitter pop!

Step three: add glitter! I used colourpop's super shock shadows in the shades dare and frog because they are so cheap and easy to apply.

Step four: add finishing touches of mascara, contour (I used pink eyeshadow) and highlight.

Step five: apply a liberal coating of glittery lip gloss to anywhere and everywhere you think needs it.

and you are done! david bowie would be proud! there are no wrong or right ways to wear glitter, but the main goal is to be seen from space. <3

May 27th, 2018 My Highschool Library 2nd Floor

To the multiverse me who’s still in high school,

Hey it’s Frida. I never really liked my name. I always wanted it to be something easier to pronounce, something easier on the eyes, like Jessica. I thought Jessica was such a perfect name growing up. In my head, Jessica was a white girl who oozed beauty and who could easily capture you under her trance at a café or at a bus stop.

On the other hand, Frida was a strange name.

It was weird and lonely, because no one else shared it in Toronto, Land of the Multicultural. My name sounds like a small foreign girl who feeds pigeons by herself during recess. Well, at least the all-girls Catholic high school you’re in doesn’t have recess so you can’t feed the pigeons by yourself anymore. Maybe that’s a good thing, because now your new friends feed you from their lunches in the school library. A little bit of spaghetti here, a little bit of spring rolls there, and your self-made sandwiches mixed into your own taste palette. Your new friends call your name when they wanna gush over boys with eyeliner and to warn you when the librarian is coming by so you can hide your food.

My parents decided to name me after one of the most talented Mexican artists, Frida Kahlo, when I was born. Despite this great honor, I’ve still had such an awkward relationship with my name. Frida Kahlo painted beautiful self-portraits after her tragic bus accident, and she was a badass bisexual who wore suits and smoked and wrote poetry for her lover, Diego Riviera.

In my multiverse here, I was none of these things in high school. I didn’t drink nor smoke nor explore my sexuality in the small bubble of my all-girls Catholic high school. I didn’t like having my name called out for attendance.

And it’s taken me a such a long time to grow into my name, to begin liking how it rolls off the tongues of my friends. Occasionally, my name sounds so weird to me and I can’t picture anyone saying it without cringing. Frida Frida Frida.

Why do you have such a Mexican name when you don’t even “look” Mexican?

Why do you tell new people that they can just call you by Friday instead because it’s easier to pronounce? Why has that been your nickname and Gmail for so long?

By now, I’ve stopped telling people to call me by everyone’s favourite weekday. I think it’s part of growing up and becoming more serious about yourself as a result. I’ve always liked my two last names though, “Cerna Neri”. It made me feel different from the other kids with their single last names. Like I was special in some ridiculous way, you know.

Listen, Frida is a good name for you because there’s always a light note to it, a hopeful piece of gossamer attached to the tail of the last letter “a”. Rejoice in your name kid, because it’s as optimistic about the future as you and it continues the legacy of the coolest Mexican artist.

You are Mexican enough for your name.

I’m reaching the death of my teenagehood as I write you this letter. I’m already swimming to the isle of adulthood, which is going to be whole new universe for me to explore. Imagine all the tastes, all the people, all the experiences I’ll get to live through.

In two weeks, I’ll turn twenty. I know, I can’t believe someone let me live this long. But I’m really glad I’m here, still making a mess of things, still loving with all of my big heart, still writing and reading. My friends, the same ones who shared their food with you in high school, tell me that adulthood doesn’t hurt and that I won’t feel any different. Personally, I’m ready to move on from the melodrama of my teen years. By the time you read this lil Frida, I’ll be singing my head off to Lorde at my karaoke party. I’ll be in the company of the friends I adore, and I’ll be happily buzzed from cider.

If there’s one thing you must know before I go then it’s this: that I love you and your name forever, to the moon that you worship and back. Love your name, it’s beautiful and no one else you know has it so keep it safe in your heart.

I await you on the other side,

Frida Cerna Neri

p.s there’s wifi here and the password is: welcome

Learning to be ok with taking up space.

By Jessica Ng.

Happy Tuesday pals! If you haven’t listened to the poem ‘Shrinking Women’ by Lily Myers then I highly recommend you do. A lot of what I’m about to say stems off the ideas presented through the strong words from that piece –  with that being said, let’s explore the notion that women have been conditioned to feel guilty for taking up space (and why it is not ok).

When we argue we are bitches.

When we say no we are prudes.

When we are loud we are attention seeking.

When we are sad we are hormonal.

On trains we cross our legs, neatly fold ourselves in alignment to ensure we are not taking up more room than we need to. The word sorry slips out before the start of sentences that we do not need to feel apologetic for. It has become a natural reaction for me to roll my shoulders inwards, look down at my feet and apologize as I side step past a group of men standing in the middle of a walkway. As mentioned in ‘Shrinking Women’, we have been taught to accommodate.  The ‘ideal’ woman as portrayed by mainstream media is a size 6 – and don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with being a size 6. But the message put forth by the blatant exclusion of women in media who wear sizes that aren’t single digits teaches girls that women are not seen to be desirable unless they emulate the slim figures they see plastered across every media outlet. Women are urged to shrink whilst men are encouraged to grow and expand – a damaging mentality for both parties with issues arising with self-image and esteem.

The idea that the innocent expression of human emotion can be taken as an invitation to reduce the validity of it is at best idiotic and at worst, disrespectful. The nonchalant roll of the eyes accompanied with the classic “are you on your period?” line is just one of the many situations women face on a daily basis that reaffirms the idea that women have been taught to hold back because the wrath of a woman’s vast range of emotion is something that men are not able to comprehend. Perhaps it comes from the harmful generalization that women are pure and innocent beings. No scars on her porcelain skin, no ability to spit fire from her delicate lips.

This is call for all women to stop feeling guilty for taking up space. You do not need to be bubble wrapped and boxed for protection. You do not need to keep listening to society’s orders for you to shrink down. You do not need to spend your life accommodating.

Love always,

Holy Ghost Dance – Princess Diane Amaize

Prolific US-based Nigerian gospel music minister and recording artiste, Princess Diane Amaize drops her latest brand new single titled “Holy Ghost Dance”. Click the link below to Download Holy Ghost Dance – Princess Diane Amaize: http://okaywaves.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/Holy-Ghost-Dance-Princess-Diane-Amaize.-okaywaves.com_.mp3 [easy_media_download…

I used the blue version of Prince Harry’s outfit for my wedding – Media personality Amaize

Media Personalty, Ohimai Godwin Amaize also known as Mr Fix Nigeria has taken to Twitter to reveal that he was shocked to see that the outfit of Prince Harry for his royal wedding gave him goose bumps His reason behind the funny surprise is not far fetched as his wife of 4 years had designed […]

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