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The Worst Kinds of Pain

The Worst Kinds of Pain These are some of the worst emotional pains I have ever felt. It took me a pretty long time to type this article (thank you Lower Six for the crazy number of holiday assignments you come with) and I really hope you enjoy it) 1. 1. When we find ourselves rejected by that one guy we...

Thursday, August 18, 2016
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"You are Beautiful"

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“You are beautiful!” “You are beautiful!” “You are beautiful!” “You are beautiful!” I hear this probably every single day from my girlfriends at the cafeteria at school, at the gym as we work out together to get this perfect bodies but I am lost, world!! I tell them how beautiful they are too knowing how compliments are very necessary in the life we live in now. You want to always know you are beautiful or at least ‘trying to look beautiful’. This is what I have learned from the society through my naïve ears and eyes. I have learned that if you do not fit a certain standard, you’re synonymous with the lesser. I have been caught up with the nonsense of it all. I am walking through a road of unreachable expectations. “God! I wish I looked like Gabrielle Union.” Statements like this have made me believe that I can never actually be good enough. I want to be like someone I will never be. These unreachable expectations break every individual striving to be like somebody. Body’s not good enough? ‘Don’t eat, you’d rather starve, you need that flat tummy.’ I look around, plastered photos on billboards, commercials, music video scenes, barbie dolls. The typical beauty queens. Oh Beauty! I have realized that beauty is having hair that falls perfectly straight. Cascading like waterfalls. Eyes so beautiful. Diamonds faltered in comparison. Skin that’s not too dark. They say “light skin is the right skin”. And a body that belongs on the cover of Cosmopolitan. Beauty. I put on that make up they tell me to, to look for perfection. Concealer, foundation, mascara. I fill in these lines till I’ve colored myself “pretty”. As if it hides my emotional scars. I am screaming to the world. “Is this what you want? What about what I want?” And then, there’s this thing called a mirror. If I look in I see my reflection. The picture so clear. I can’t help but make an assessment. I still see every flaw, every imperfection, every insecurity, every heartbreak, every time I wish I were that person on TV. But what is this beauty?

I have been racking my mind trying to find the perfect definition on what beauty really is but I just don’t seem to find a clear one. I have been trying to look for beauty by trying to fit in. My idea of beauty has been tainted and poisoned. Never do I remember my mother’s words any longer. I cling to what I have been made to believe by the boys at school and by the men with eyes that never seem to get off what they call beauty. I hold on to the societal demands of beauty and I forget that, beauty, was never meant to have a definition. Beauty was meant to be looked at with fascination. If you think beauty is more than the surface of your skin. Then you have started at a good place to begin. Beauty is not on the outside. It is not something that you can see. Beauty is something within you. Something you just have to be. Beauty is always giving, and asking for nothing in return. Beauty is that thing deep inside you. It is not something you can learn. Beauty lingers in everyone, it sleeps within the soul. But only some of us find it, and that is what makes you whole. Beauty is being a friend, a friend that is always there. Beauty is believing in someone, and letting them know you care. Never feel disheartened, a lack of beauty is never near. Beauty isn’t I love you, but giving love that’s true. Beauty isn’t sweet words, but words that inspires lives. Beauty isn’t what you say, but the way it’s said. Beauty can lighten eyes, but true beauty lives, very deep inside. Its grace can bring joy to Hundreds of hearts. It is easy to find beauty, just gaze into the mirror. And remember that the only thing that matters, really matters, is that you can meet your eyes in that mirror each day and know that you have been true to yourself and that you know that beauty is more than the skin you are covered in. Make those scars beautiful. “You are beautiful”. “You are beautiful.” And I don’t mean to sound cliché, but yes you are beautiful no matter what they say. His body was broken His blood spilled so one day you’d realize what you are in His eyes. Unexplainably Indescribably Unequivocally Beautiful In Him. You would be wondrous and made whole. Sweetheart, one day you’ll believe that beauty is more than the physical. One by one, the pieces will align until you can look at yourself, head held high, smile and say I am beautiful.

Thursday, August 11, 2016
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A Sisterhood Dynasty

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“blame the internet “ It took me so long to write this ....trying to appeal to my generation, ‘who shall even pay attention’ i pondered ....these days its harder than it was when we didn’t have smart phones; such simple times where the sentiments were real and the love was not limited to ‘heart eyes’ and attention spans weren’t on limited. A generation...

Thursday, August 04, 2016
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Self-Enlightenment and Tales of Other Journeys

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One of the many aspects that factor into a child’s happiness is the fact that the world seems to be pre-historically flat It doesn’t have that roundness of different perspectives and views, it has the essence of completeness The illusion that Mama and Papa are perfect; that playing in the mud for four hours is the epitome of fun; that the only thing...

Saturday, July 16, 2016
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The Food Scientist: Why Food is your Friend not your Foe!

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I would tell you a joke about pizza, but it would be way too cheesy. Ciao to all you lovely people out there who are reading this! My name is Andrea Makamba, and I am the sole author of a blog at www.thefscientist.wordpress.com. I am a food blogger in the pear-suit of making simple yet delicious food that I can share with all...

Thursday, July 07, 2016
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Meet the Gambura Sisters

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Hi! My name is Tapiwa Gambura, and I'm an artist. I'm 14 years old, well turning 15 on the 9th of October, and I learn at the Dominican Convent High School in Harare. I'm a writer, I'm an actress, I'm an aspiring photographer, I'm a musician, and I'm African. I love all things artsy, writing, drawing, painting, astrology, playing my violin, and acting....

Tuesday, July 05, 2016
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Brand New Season Of Think Like A Girl!

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We started off a brand new season of think like a girl with sisters Tanatsei and Tapiwa Gambura. We're excited to continue to bring you more stories of girls who are changing their cities one thought at a time! Watch the video here :) ...

Purple Lipstick

The Worst Kinds of Pain

"You are Beautiful"

A Sisterhood Dynasty

Self-Enlightenment and Tales of Other Journeys

The Food Scientist: Why Food is your Friend not your Foe!

Meet the Gambura Sisters

Brand New Season Of Think Like A Girl!

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