beautiful angel, pulled apart at birth

Since spring is slowly but surely making its way northward, I have been thinking back on last spring's outfits. The nice thing about blogging is that it's creates a visual archive of seasons past. I haven't really changed much since last spring. I mean I've changed, but my style has pretty much remained consistent. I'm enjoying more tights and pants than I did last year, so that's going to be a fun new direction that I haven't gone in yet. And, of course, my hair is red for the time being. I don't know what I'm going to do with it next. Part of me wants to go jet black again, but then again, I've never had my hair this light, so it might be fun to do things I wouldn't be able to do with it when it was dark. I'm not sure what any of those fun things will be, but I have had my hair dyed rainbow colors before... haha.

I remember back when I was in high school, and probably for a bit in college, I always had this idea that altering one's body was taking away from what God made, or perhaps insinuating that what he made wasn't right or good enough. I didn't wear make up for this reason, and because I felt like, if I wore make up and someone fell in love with me, they would be thinking my made-up face was beautiful and not my God-given one. To a certain degree I still have these thoughts, but I don't necessarily believe that "customizing" one's appearance is a slap in the face to God. I mean, you can't really be any more unique than you already are. Just genetically, it's amazing how unique we all are. I think that God gave us these one bodies and these one lives, and we shouldn't be afraid to embrace what we are and who we are and chase after who we want to be. If I want to cover my body in tattoos and bleach my hair blonde because that's how I express myself, then why not? I think it's great that we live in a time when we are able to express ourselves so freely, especially visually. I think the huge boom of fashion blogging has really been a testament to that celebration of individuality.
That being said, I also think there's a difference between celebrating and embracing one's individuality and hating one's body so much that one alters its structure drastically. While plastic surgery has it's place, it still is kind of heartbreaking that some people dislike their bodies so much that they surgically alter them. I realize that not all plastic surgery is due to self-loathing, but the amount of people who do it is kind of astounding.
I think this is why I love blogging so much, you guys are all so real. All different shapes and sizes. Different faces, different eyes and noses, different hair, different hips and knees, different waists and busts, it's really quite beautiful. There are thousand and thousands of us out there blogging, but we are all totally different and beautiful in such a unique way. I think that's really cause for celebration.

//listening to: Radiohead