Beauty Standards // To B(BL) or Not to B(BL)

 

 

Unless you’ve been hiding in the deepest depths of the internet away from everybody else, minding your business buying human bones and watching decapitation videos, you’re aware that BBLs, lip-fillers and everything in-between have crept their way into the lives of normal folk. Normal women-folk, should I say, because it seems that men aren’t subject to the same pressure with regards to their physical appearance. Sure, there are men getting beard and hairline transplants… but that’s as far as common, invasive treatments for men go. I also don’t think there’s a desire for ‘mum-bods’ as there is for dad-bods, but alas.

Once upon a time, most of us could only sigh in amazement as we saw celebrities with chiselled faces and voluptuous bodies. Now, it’s within reach for a lot of us who are willing to make some sacrifices to the quality of our lives. It’s scarily accessible; women can now opt to purchase a body modification for less than the price of a car, depending on how reputable she wants to go and whether or not she wants to actually live to enjoy the fruits of a dodgy doctor’s labour – and I’m sure there are a lot of women who will happily ride a bike for a couple of years if it meant they had two brand new bum cheeks to show off. I remember a time where these new bodies were mocked; her lips look swollen! She looks like she needs her nappy changed! Why does she look like a man who can’t smile? Does this not firstly highlight how ever-changing these standards are? Only now it’s not about new makeup techniques – you’re changing your features and sometimes putting your life at risk.

On the other hand though, I notice I mentioned “sacrifices to the quality of our lives’, when the truth is a lot of women are doing it to improve the quality of their lives. Beauty standards are so ingrained into the minds of some people, to the detriment of their mental health, placing them into a perpetual state of anguish because they’re not as attractive as the girls whose pictures their man-who’s-not-their-man is liking on Instagram. “Improving” the quality of your life based on a fickle beauty standard that will change within a few years, when your implants have sagged, your lips deflated, your nose bridge collapsed is… risky. I’m all for improving your appearance if you want to and you have the means – but never if you don’t fully understand what you’re getting yourself into. I’m especially against anybody undergoing a procedure but claiming to be natural, particularly if you’re in a position of influence. Read more

Falling for you somehow, Autumn

I think the daddy longlegs have finally disappeared, but I don’t wanna speak too soon so hopefully they can’t read.
I hate to be another lifestyle blogger talking about Autumn, but I can’t help it. I wait the entire year just for this season.
There are just some things about Autumn that make you feel calm, comfortable, and less angry about life. Everything desaturates, the air is clearer, the leaves fall orange on patchy grass, the sun is less intense so you can actually see the road ahead. It’s the season of chilling the heck out, slowing everything right down and re-evaluating your life. Autumn is comfort. Autumn is me having Blossom on repeat because it’s the best album of 2017 and I have a newfound love for it this season.
But I digress. I have a bad habit of getting deep and philosophical about things the way I just did. Time to get right into the good stuff, and what I believe are the best things about Autumn.
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Who's your daddy

Me, I’m your daddy.
Guys, I’m here to save your lives. It’s time to get psyched.
I mean, this is about helping you save your skin and your wallet at the same time. It’s about a face mask. A homemade face mask.
I’m not just raving about this because it’s cheap, even though it is in fact dirt cheap. I’ve gone through countless Lush masks (the fresh-faced ones), L’Oreal masks and Dr Organic masks. But none of them really work for me like this one, made entirely of things you should have in your kitchen already (if you’re brown, you will definitely have all these things).
Buckle up and sit tight, because I’m about to blow your mind. Here’s what you’ll need:

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10 Beauty friends

This post was bound to happen. I have a bunch of things that I love, things that I never go without and things that I despise. These are 10 things that I SWEAR BY. I guess my holy grail products.
Yes it’s unfair since you can’t actually see my face and decide whether you should listen to me or if I’m talking a crock of shit. Guess you’ll just have to trust my word, shut up, let’s go!!
Estee Lauder Double Wear
Let’s make one thing clear: this foundation will cover a crime scene. It is full, full, FULL coverage but not cakey at all [unless you slather it on, obviously]. It can make you look like you woke up with nice skin or it can make you look fully plastic. It is liquid gold (beige). I’m not ready to give it up yet, and I’m pretty sure that when this runs out and I buy a different brand because I get bored easily, I’m still going to buy another bottle. The problem is, this foundation lasts forever. I mean forever. I’ve had it forever and I still have over half a bottle left. WHY WON’T YOU RUN OUT DAMN IT.
Benefit Porefessional  
I don’t even know how. I don’t know what it does, and I don’t care. It LITERALLY blurs your pores. Literally. Pores on your nose? Pores on your cheeks? Pores anywhere else you might get pores? Trypophobia? Big black void where your heart should be? NOT ANYMORE! I know. It’s a miracle product.
They’re Real tinted lash primer
I adore this. I use it on it’s own and it actually lives up to the name ‘they’re real’, unlike the horrific mascara that I will discuss in another post. Used under a mascara I haven’t noticed that much difference to be honest, however used alone it makes you look like you have lash extensions. Or like you were just born with really nice eyelashes. Like a guy.
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Social media – part two.

People are trying to perfect a perfect version of themselves on the internet, someone who looks happy, well travelled, beautiful. Social media will have you believing that a hoe is actually a respectable girl, that a dickhead knows how to treat a woman. It’ll have you believing that a straight little nerd is taking drugs they don’t even know about, and that the guy with a yacht and 5 cars is happy and living the dream.
I touched on the minor aspects of social media in the last post, but I’m about to get into the better part of it. In a nutshell, an addiction to social media makes people miserable or narcissistic. Probably both.
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