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If you want, I will heal your wounds.

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Everything is worth it.

I worked my ass off the last six days to finish a dress for a contest from a museum and I got selected for second time in a row! Oh, and also the illustration I made for the dress is going to be the exhibition’s poster!

I guess it’s true that “good things some to those who work their asses off and never give up”

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Caring about someone to whom you are just a acquaintance hurts. And it hurts more when that person is perfect in your eyes and you feel like you’re just a disappointment in every single thing. It’s so easy to feel useless when love is involved.  

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Two great opportunities at the same time. One is a study trip at Madrid in June and the other one a Leadership exchange to Praga in July. The problem?

I HAVE NO MONEY. 

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I’m getting a new wig for my collection this Thursday ♥

I’m so happy (‘: it’s been a while since I bought my last wig. 

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Problemas Existenciales: Sentirte la hermana fea en físico y personalidad.

Ya ha pasado bastante rato desde que escribo sobre uno de mis problemas existenciales. (La mala calidad de los problemas es grande, otras cosas deberían preocuparme. Pero en fin.)

Siempre se ha dicho que ser ‘el sándwich  en los hermanos es una mierda, y es cierto. Curiosamente el hermano mayor y el menor se van a llevar muy bien y probablemente te sientas un poco solo. Lo que no dicen, es que puede conllevar a la inseguridad y la baja autoestima.

En la sesión pasada con mi psicólogo por alguna razón me preguntaron sobre mi infancia, sobre mi recuerdo mas joven; y por mas patético que sea lo mas inmediato en mi memoria es mi hermana menor aventandome una tortuga de plástico en la cabeza (eso y el dolor que me dio). Consecuentemente mis recuerdos eran todos sobre estar sola, ya fuera dibujando, leyendo, viendo la tele. Mi conclusión es que toda esta antisocialidad, y distancia con mis hermanas me limitaron en el desarrollo de mis capacidades de convivencia y conforme fui creciendo mis problemas para socializar fueron haciendo un hoyo mas y mas grande que es la baja auto estima.

Mi hermana menor es muy bonita, es alta y delgada, por eso es modelo, y ademas de ser tan social y popular como yo jamas lo fui. Mi hermana mayor también es muy bonita, de piel con aspecto de porcelana y para resumir las cosas todo el que la conoce la quiere, por que simplemente es así de carismática. Se que es mi culpa el haberme permitido crecer el la sombra de ambas, desde que era niña me sentí inferior pues hasta mis primos tenían una clara preferencia por mis hermanas, y pasaba las vacaciones llorando por las noches por que a pesar de mis esfuerzos nunca iba a lograr que me quisieran como a ellas.

Casi dos décadas sintiendo que ambas son mejores que yo, que son mas bonitas y mas agradables. O mejor dicho, dos décadas de creerme la hermana fea. “En cualquier lugar al que voy con ambas al final del día la gente no recuerda mi nombre, aunque me arregle se van a ver mejor que yo, si las conocen después que a mi las van a preferir…” etc etc  Tengo que dejar de tenerme lastima. Y este momento de razonamiento es irónico, pues hace un par de horas criticas de su parte me hicieron llorar como si existir fuera mi error, y no debe de ser así. No necesito que la gente me quiera por que me ria de todo o por ser bonita. Creo que quienes me quieren aun, luego de todo lo que he pasado con la depresión valen mucho mas que ser querida por todos. 

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Those moments when you feel everyone hates you

mostly happen to me at home.

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Classic fashion student rant: “I thought about studying fashion design but I don’t need it to work as a designer”

WHAT!? How many times have I heard that the last two weeks!? Like seven or ten times!? WELL FUCK YOU PEOPLE. “I love your career, but I chose psycology instead; studying the career is not necesary anyway” WHAT!? If they want to work in the fashion industry so bad why did they chose medicine, psychology, economy, or whatever thing the chose over fashion design? Is it because they’re scared of failing? Because medicine is more conventional? Because that make their parent’s happy? If that’s the case then it’s not because they don’t need to have fashion studies, it’s because they were too scared to follow what they want. They don’t have to underestimate us, fashion students, to feel better about their desicions. Every time I hear “I can finish my career and work in fashion stuff later anyway.” I want to kill them. If you plan to work in the fashion world… why did you chose other career?

I know it’s their god damn problem but it really annoys me how they talk about my career as if I was wasting my time, as if I was studying for nothing, as if my eforts were worthless. I hate people sometimes.

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Taking advice from @insomniacpoet
  • Me:I hate the classroom's stupid sewing machines, but what sucks more is that I am the actual problem! I start sewing and something breaks! I haven't been able to do anything properly in two weeks! (In that moment I was crying of frustration)
  • Him:Calm down a little, take a break and then try again.
  • Me:BUT I'VE BEEN TRYING ALL WEEK AND KEEP FAILING! It's like I almost want to ask god "didn't you said that if I tried and tried eventually I would be able to do it? IT'S NOT HAPPENING!"
  • Him:It's because you're too angry that things doesn't work.
  • Me:You don't understand because things always work out fine for you. Everytime I ask you are procrastinating and still get good results.
  • Him:It's because I don't get stressed out, so when I do what I've got to do I enjoy it. If you do things with ease they will eventually work out. Try again.
  • The great thing is that he was right; I came back to the sewing room, put a smile in my face and tried again. It worked. He's a genius, I didn't expected such advice from him since he can be very negative sometimes (:
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I got a haircut (:

I’m bald again!

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stophatingyourbody:

Sometime ago (months actually) I posted here about wanting to love myself more, loving my inner self mostly and about my depression problems. I remember I promised you guys to learn to love myself and to get better with my illness. Today I post again just to tell you I’m better and that I made it trough the worst days. 
My life is better now, not perfect but beautiful; I managed to finish high school safely (when I was scared I wouldn’t), I started my career studying what I love. About two months ago my dad suggested me leave school and get admitted in a psychiatric hospital so I could get better, and I almost agreed, but luckily it wasn’t necessary and I managed to get the strength to stand in my own feet. I stopped hurting myself long time ago, because I realized I’m beautiful, and even an illness can’t tell me how to feel about me. I love me now, with my good or bad points. I don’t hate me anymore, wanting to die is now past, and I can see a great future for me. I can dream again, I recovered that strength and now I can see my true beauty. I made it trough and I’m so happy.
Thank you guys for the support you gave me months ago (:
BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!
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The design contest.

Today at class all the new fashion students got invited to a contest which takes place in one of the most important art museums in my city. We have to see the museum’s exhibition and take inspiration from it to design a skirt. The best projects will be exhibited in the museum’s lobby.

I’m so excited an nervous at the same time. I started making sketches already to have some basic ideas, and I’m seeing the exhibition the day after tomorrow… I hope to win a spot at the exhibition! (:

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stophatingyourbody:

Hi, my name is Claudia and I am 17 years old. For a long time I have struggled with how I look and who I am. When I was younger I used to be overweight and have never been really talkative. Both things were reason why I was bullied during middle school and became a person with low self-esteem. People that get to know me say I’m a strong person, or ‘badass’, but they don’t really know who I am or how I feel inside. In the last year things got complicated. A problem came after another, and I was very hard on myself. My low self-esteem got lower. Not only I wished my face and body were different, that my life was different, or that my personality was different; what I wanted the most was to die. Suicide became a constant thought, and although I knew it was something to worry about I just let it pass. Until one day I found me trying to cut myself with a knife and that was when I realized I needed help. So I went to ask for help in the Psychology the area of my high school and the therapists called my parents. They took me to a specialist and I was diagnosed with depression.
When I read The Body Peace Revolution Oath there were three promises that made me think a lot:
I promise to stop insulting myself, to stop assuming I am not good enough or pretty enough.
I promise to look up, think positively, know that no matter what, I deserve happiness.
I promise to remember: I am a human being and no matter what I look like, as long as I have a beautiful soul, I AM a beautiful person.
When I read them I started crying because I realized that I spend too much time insulting myself and assuming I’m a horrible person; and I’m not only talking about looks. I tend to think that God is wasting time in me, because I do not deserve life or to be happy. I realized that my depression causes were not external, but internal because I have not learned to love myself.
I need to love myself, because I am a beautiful person, because I have a heart, because I am intelligent, because I’m not a useless person and because suicide will never lead me to happiness.
That’s why today, through this post I swear to fulfill my promise of learning to love myself.

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

I remember posting this so long ago with my old blog. I can’t believe how much I’ve changed and how happy I am now. I’m crying because I’m just too happy. posted: August 20th • 23:02
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My grandma passed away today but I still can’t cry enough to feel my heart less heavy. I’m not completely depressed because I know she’s not suffering anymore. She was 93 years old and had a very beautiful life. She was an amazing independent woman who raised more than 15 kids (some of them weren’t even her’s) because she had a huge heart. I hope to grow up to be as strong as she was until her last day. Rest in peace.

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I got new shoes from BCBG!  posted: July 31st • 1:54
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Some of my drawings.

Not fashion related I guess. They’re not amazing drawings, but I wanted to share them (:

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