Friday, November 16, 2018

Flawed Women Can Be Beautiful Too


In my Photography class we discussed how to make a portfolio better. One thing that came up where portraits of people and my professor said one thing that rubbed me the wrong way. He mentioned that the secret to having better photos is to take pictures of beautiful people. The industry stranded of what’s beautiful skinny, young, perky, flawless, people. This class has a majority of women in it, so this was a heated debate. The topic slowly transformed into woman in photography. I was disappointed in the teacher for advocating beautiful woman to enhance a portfolio. He is a white male who has had years of experience in the industry, so I can see why he is stuck in this sense of what’s beautiful portraiture.

However, as a flawed woman I must disagree…

I grew up hating myself because of what I thought was beautiful in media. I have always had issues with my weight, skin, eyes, and overall appearance. Its why I was so shy when I was younger, its why I always looked at the floor instead of at the sky, its why I never felt good enough. Over the years I have learned to have more self-love and confidence in who I am. Which makes me better at realizing that this standard is wrong because there have been times I do love myself and see the beauty in other flawed women. There are still times I feel like that little girl who doesn’t feel good enough. So, when this topic came up I was silent because I did not know how to contribute to the topic without bringing up those emotions I have. Now I have the opportunity to express this in my final portfolio that will be shown to my class and in a gallery someday.

I want to take photos of; curvy women, colored women, trans women, old women, non-binary women, disabled women, flawed women. I want to bring media out into the world that will make the little girl I was feel love for herself for being different and one of a kind. I believe everyone has beauty in them and that truth is radiant.

Monday, March 17, 2014

A Family of Sinners (Poem)

Thoughts keep running through my head of right and wrong, good and bad, pure and evil. Growing up I thought I was one or the other. I was shown right and wrong, but I was raised in a family of robbers, addicts, abusers, criminals, and sinners. I cannot say I was raised proper, but I grew up with a view from the other side. Its hard to see an addict as a waste to society when she is your mother or to see a robber as a bad guy when he is your brother.

Is it a sin to love a bad person?

I can account that my family did not raise me the right way. However they made me strong to the blows that life will bring, but soft enough to sway with the gifts life offers. Sensitive enough to love someone who is rotten and independent enough to pick myself up when they push me down. I saw the cruelty of life at a young age and I have seen great acts of kindness, forgiveness, love, and selflessness. That is what makes life worth living. There are people out there who would not give these robbers, addicts, abusers, criminals, and sinners a glance. I would trust them with my life.

They may be sinners but they are my family. They have shown me love in odd ways. I will never condemn someone for their crimes against the law. What really condemns a person is their acts against themselves.
There is no such thing as a good person nor a bad one. We are all human. We are all the gray between white and black. The sunrise and sunset between the day and night. We are all ugly and beautiful, and that is what makes us human.

My family is the most human of all. I am not ashamed to call them mine. I am not embarrassed of their crimes. I am not afraid to put my trust into them. I am not disappointed if they fail me because I have faith they will make me happy. I will unconditionally love my family of  robbers, addicts, abusers, criminals, and sinners until the day I die.

Monday, March 3, 2014

Bone Broke

You know that saying "you don't appreciate what you have until you lose it" well that's basally what happened to me last month. I'm only talking about it now to get it out of my system. I had a lot of money a while back from a settlement that I got from an insurance company. And then I lost it. Or someone stole it. I'm still not quite sure but a bunch of my money is gone now and at the time I was freaking out.

It was like the signs of grief: I was in denial then I was angry, after that I hit depression, then I finally accepted it. It sucks being on a budget and not being able to do the things I want to do now. For example going to concerts or getting my hair done. However in a way it has brought me back to whats really important. I mean money is really important but it made me think about things that I need to work on that will last longer then the amount of Benjamin's in my purse. Like relationships with my friends and family. At that point I was glad I was bone broke because I was becoming a little stuck up. Yeah I do miss having money to blow on whatever I wanted, but its made me realize what things money cant buy. Money cant buy me time I have wasted, it cant buy me talent, and it sure cant buy me a different perspective.

Well I guess money can buy you talent and bribes usually work in changing someones perspective so there are a lot of things money can buy. But the thing is I should have not let money buy me. It should not matter how much money I have, or what I have. What should matter is how I perceive what I have, because I could lose it in any moment. I have taken time to realize even though all the money is gone and someone is probably having a lot of fun spending it right now, I should feel lucky that money was the only thing I did lose, and that even though I have no money right now that wont last forever.

Things come and go. Its up to us whether we flaunt on our past misfortunes or just move on with our life. I guess that's the difference between successful people and not so successful people. Some move on and learn from their mistakes and misfortunes.Others dwell on the past and will only live in the past.

I could go on a rant about how the universe never works in my favor and life is just fucking me over. I have had my fair share of shit happen to me, and I don't expect it to be my last. But i'm so done with dwelling on this damp subject of my misfortunes.

"Shit happens, people are cruel, welcome to life. Get yourself together and get over it."

I think that is the best advice I can give myself right now.