As a woman, you can’t look at that face without seeing the façade, but as a girl, it would be easy to convince yourself that such perfection exists.
Food is our first experience of love and comfort—quite literally, as we immediately bond with our mothers via breastfeeding or the like. I was once fully capable of feeding myself in a ‘normal’ manner, but then somewhere along the way I started to see myself as less deserving of that nourishment—which is to say, less deserving of love.
Women rethink the narrative they’re born into, laughing at Mean Girls rather than recreating their own version. They aim to bake a great, gooey pie, rather than merely perfecting one rigid, self-absorbed slice.
In case you, too, are fed up with the fashion sphere’s selective cheering for a small subset of the blogger population, I’ve rounded up some of my favorite sites to revisit, coupled with my reasoning for why that is–namely, an absolute pride and confidence in their femininity (and not femininity as defined by the upper echelons of society).