Super Girls

I'm supposing some of you have seen the latest Teen Vogue. I'm supposing some of you have not, so let me fill you in. February's issue was the Power Girls: New Faces of Feminism. Oh my goodness. It makes me incredibly happy that all these girls are awakening, much in the way I have been, to who they are and figuring out that they want to do something about it to help others. Artists, performers, writers, religious girls, social media ladies, makeup queens, and a plethora of other women just coming together and collectively making something really cool. Something to be heard and noticed. Something to really make a difference.
 
I was sitting on my bed, drooling over pictures of Amandla Stenberg, Rowan Blanchard, and Tennessee Thomas (the way you do) and I was thinking about how I wished that my friends and I could share a message in the way they could. These girls are famous, me and my squad are not ( at least as far as I know, what secrets could they be hiding from me?) But then I remembered: no one has always been famous. These women have earned their recognition because they got off their butts and did something (something I could learn to do better) They didn't do it with fame in mind, that just sort of happened. Celebrity is a side effect of cool deeds. In some cases. Not everyone needs to see what you do to justify it being great. I run my little blog thing here to share my opinion on clothes, life, and to speak up about things I'm often too shy to say aloud. Not many people read this, but I've realized two things about that: the people that do read this are smart and kind people who when they reach out to me come across as super ladies and gentlemen already. Second, I'm not writing it for the world. This is me trying to live up to, even if in a small fraction, to that beautiful generation of super ladies I have to look to for inspiration. Tavi Gevinson, Emma Watson, and women in my community like my church leaders, grandmas, and my mom- all are real life superheroes trying to help you be your best you. I  want to inspire girls to like themselves and help others the way they did for me. I want all of my readers to get out there, support your local girl gangs (or start your own), understand how you being you is, and can put your own message into the world. Regardless of how many magazines you have been featured or not featured in, I know you have the best voice for your cause.
Hope you have a SUPER week, readers.
didja see what I did there...
with the title...
heheh

Reasons to share your opinion

Remember how we all learned to grow an opinion yesterday? Here are some reasons to share that new little thought of yours.
1. Debates are fun
2.It can help others along in growing their own opinion.
3. You might find people with similar opinions (or different) to be pals with
4. Decision people might see your opinions and do something about it
5. Respect, my friend. Opinions help respect
6. Promote a new way of thinking.
7.No one else does things like you do. We want to hear about it
Have fun debating, readers.

I don't know why. Flowers. I took this picture in August or so- How I miss summer

January 12

Rue 21 black shirt, homemade short sleeve, Aeropostale jeans

I saw a girl at a gas station today wearing purple lipstick and was intensely inspired. She was also wearing flannel, patches on her jeans, and doodled on converse. I respect. So much respect.
I'm kind of trying to bring back the layering shirt trend everyone rocked in elementary school. It was warm, cool looking, and lends a note of immaturity to a grown up girl makeup look. That's my shirt from my research project in seventh grade. I did it on (you guessed it) Japan. I made that t-shirt with my bare hands and I will never let it go.
I have also been experimenting with the flash on my camera. I usually don't use it because it can cast a really harsh unflattering shadow on  pictures, but with the help of Pinterest, and photo-editing stuff you can make it look more like a blown out Polaroid picture! Photography and it's magic will never cease to amaze.
Hope you have a magical week, readers.

Girls Clique

Girls Clique by bookworm623 featuring mid rise boyfriend jeans

Monki pattern t shirt
$6.54 - monki.com

WithChic cropped faux fur coat
$44 - withchic.com

Denham mid rise boyfriend jeans
$175 - thehut.com

Fjällräven fjallraven rucksack
nordstrom.com

Reasons to grow an opinion

1. It makes talking to you more interesting
2. It's fun to do- Who is your favorite doctor in Doctor Who? Better research it
3. It's a sign of maturity- figuring things out for yourself
4. It develops your personality
5. It's a good thing to have in a discussion (not an ARGUMENT, a DISCUSSION however heated it may get.)
6. No one likes that one kid who doesn't know what their favorite color is.
7. Despite all this, it's okay to be confused...
8. ...But you should still know you're favorite color.

Are we Fallers or Pine nuts?

This Saturday there was going to be a stake dance, but it was canceled due to bad weather. I still had a couple friends over to play with hair and makeup, and watch Gravity Falls with. The enduring question we debated: are Gravity Falls fans called Fallers or Pine Nuts? Personally I prefer Pine nuts, but Emma (the blonde one, also nick named Satan Pig) prefers Fallers. Oh well.

Satan Pig, the vegetarian

Beautiful Sarah, the Whovian

I make a face at them, they make a face at me

I wear my hair in this little radish like style around the house to keep it off my face.

Cutie pie

The Loot

While talking about our clumsiness

I gave Sarah deep navy lips

Trying the flash. I'm not that short, I'm just on my knees to stay out of Emma's way.

Look at that purdy lady

My mug shot- the flash didn't work so well

SO tUMBLR SO HIPSTER OH MY GOSH INSTAGRAM I'M DYING

She's the one that got away

Oh my goodness no

She will change the world

"What are your thoughts on Pinecest?" "Kill it"

 

January 11

Vanity Shirt, the Loft cardigan, second hand beanie

Is there ever a moment I'm not making weird face? (answer; no) I was talking when this picture was taken- probably talking about how cold it was. I'm a bit of a whiner when it comes to being outside. "No one likes a whiner" is what my seminary teachers always say but...this is Michigan people (replace Michigan with the word apocalypse and the idea is the same) there is no time for consideration at times. I am just sorry for the people who give me a ride to school and have to endure my weird noises and odd shiverings that occur the entire trip to the high school.
Stay warm this week, readers