Being able to adjust to a situation and to people around you is a great quality! In fact, Darwin’s theory of “the survival of the fittest” has been revised to “survival of the most adjustable.” However, don’t adjust so much to situations and people that you lose who you are and eventually end up being dominated by forces taking advantage of your accommodative nature.
Our weaknesses are our strengths and our strengths are our weaknesses. Impatient people are often very efficient, efficiency often also indicates impatience. Lazy people are often very patient, but patient people can be lazy. Sensitive people have a lot of empathy, but people with a lot of empathy sometimes need comfort more than the people they are having empathy for. And so it goes on an on…
And of course this goes for our physical appearance too. Imagine if nobody felt the need to sweat away hours in a gym to obtain the perfect swimwear body. Imagine if we all just came to the beach like we were. Wouldn’t we all breathe a sigh of relief? The truth is, people who actually have the guts to do that, to admit their “imperfection” and just shrug their shoulders at it are often the ones who are perceived as being “perfect”. We love such people because they make us feel good about ourselves, they give us courage to shrug our own shoulders and meet the world as we are.
Don’t try to hide your “flaws”, make them your strengths instead. A weakness is just a strength in disguise. Be like the Lotus flower in the photo, let your “imperfections” become the trademark of your individuality, what makes you uniquely you. 😊😊
A rose is certainly beautiful, no one can deny that, but is it interesting ?
I say, give me a Snowdrop any day, forcing its little head up right through the frost, singlehandedly defeating King Winter himself. Or a Dandelion, shooting up through a crack in the black concrete, bedazzling the face of a rather colorless piece of earth, winning over gray-suited commuters and lighthearted children alike.
Trends and Body ideal should be outdated by now. The trend should rather be for each and everyone of us to dress according to our natural body type, coloring and most importantly: our personal taste. Your clothes is the skin you choose to put on and why in the world would you want to wear someone else’s skin?
The Body ideal should be for each and everyone of us to be our best optimal self according to the body we were born with. Uniqueness and individuality are modern concepts that we should be celebrating not undermining. Why would you want to look, behave and dress like everyone else? This should be a backwards way of thinking belonging to a time we couldn’t afford to be individuals.
Freedom of expression is something most of us enjoy today. What about the freedom to be yourself? To be unique, to be an individual and to look and dress the way you want in order to best express who you are? Are we really enjoying these freedoms? Are we really putting the freedom of expression into action in our everyday lives?
Be bold, be brave, be you! Let that be the trend we all aspire to follow in this new decade. The world is ready for it, the cultural climate is ready for it, are you?
When you are a child you are a garden filled with wildflowers, weeds and roses, and you are too busy playing in that garden to really notice the difference. When you are a teenager you start to pay attention to individual flowers and weeds, not being able to pick a favorite you admire a different flower every day, some times a delicate rose, other times a thorny weed. When you are an adult you have picked your favorites and you start to weed the garden, shaping it into something so individualisticly beautiful it is beyond comparison to anything else. You have become a unique garden filled with wildflowers, weeds and exotic blooms alike, making up your beautiful one-of-a-kind self.
I paced those same lanes, believing
they would make me feel as though
I belonged to them, but all they did
was lead my away, like they always
used to do.
Even back then, they were overgrown
with weeds, hiding me and
burning me at the same time,
but, oh how I wanted to lay down
in that beautiful meadow
of purple thistles.
I didn’t even feel the pain,
I just wanted the green of the ground
to reach my heart.
There was always that one path
that I didn’t dare take,
thinking back; perhaps
it was for the better.
I bloomed anyway, didn’t I?
Like a snow flower, I pierced
right up through that ice,
glowing untainted white,
even in all that sunless poverty.