❝ un om, nu o papusica ❞

Va ofer, aici pe tava, insecuritatile si nesigurantele mele. De la fata mea nemachiata, spre bratele mele umflate de la insulina pana la picioarele mele paroase. Desi aici sunt nesigurantele mele sau ale societatii?

I offer you, right here, my insecurities. Starting from my face without make-up, going to my swollen arms from insulin all the way to my hairy legs. But are these my insecurities or society’s?

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Da, nu prea imi place fata mea. Dar pana la urma nu o pot schimba si daca stau sa ma gandesc mai bine, nici nu vreau sa o schimb. E a mea, asa cum e ea. Nici bratele mele nu imi plac, s-au cam marit din cauza insulinei. Dar totusi bratele mele ma ajuta in fiecare zi, le-am si decorat cu tatuaje. Ma simt bine cu picioarele mele, desi din momentul in care le expun lumii ma ia anxietatea deoarece in societate picioarele femeii trebuie sa fie fine..sau ceva de genul asta am auzit. Desi acum va prezint nesigurantele mele, va prezint totusi si increderea mea de sine. Deoarece chiar daca sunt parti din mine care nu imi plac, exista si parti cu care ma mandresc. In primul rand, aceasta incredere dubioasa pe care o am, de m-a facut sa va arat aceste poze.

Fotografiile au fost facute de Cristi, care avea impresia ca noi testam obiectivul nou si ca facem niste poze artistice. Chiar sunt poze artistice, dar el nu stia ca eu de fapt imi expuneam insecuritatile pentru a face acest articol. Dar mersi Cristi pentru ajutor, chiar a fost distractiv ce pot spune, mersi ca m-ai ajutat si la vopsit.

Revenind la subiectul articolului.. De ce avem atatea reguli? Fiind femei trebuie sa fim epilate, cu manichiura facuta, cu un anumit numar de kilograme, machiate..si lista poate continua. M-am cam saturat sa ne dicteze barbatii astia vietile asa ca uitati-ma in toata splendoarea mea, dupa o saptamana epuizanta de munca, dupa cateva zile fara dus (multumim RADET), obosita si fara chef. Mi-am permis sa nu fiu machiata, epilata, cu unghiile facute, supla, sau cu zambetul pe buze (vor exista oare comentarii de tipul ”you should smile more.” ?).

Mi-am permis sa fiu eu asa cum sunt si cum va recomand si voua sa fiti, fara sa va pese de regulile societatii.

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Yeah, I don’t really like my face. But after all, I cannot change it and if I think about it, I don’t want to. It’s mine, just as it is. I also don’t like my arms, they got bigger because of insulin. But still, my arms help me everyday, I even decorated them with tattoos. I feel good with my legs, although when I expose them to the world my anxiety grows because in society, women’s legs are supposed to be soft..or that’s what I heard. Although I’m presenting you my insecurities, I also show you some confidence. Because even if there are parts of me I don’t like, there are some parts that I’m proud of. Starting with this weird confidence that made me show you these pictures.

The photographs were taken by Cristi, who thought we were just testing the new camera and that we are taking some artistic pictures. Although the pictures really are artistic, he didn’t know that I was actually exposing my insecurities in order to write this article. But thanks Cristi for all your help, it was actually fun and thank you for helping me dye my hair.

Back to our subject..Why do we have so many rules? Being women, we have to be shaved all the time, to paint our nails, to have a specific number of kilograms, we have to put make up and the list goes on. I kinda got tired of these men telling us how to live our lives so check me out, after a tiring week, after some days without shower, tired and moody. I dared to not wear make-up, to not shave, to not paint my nails, to not be fit, or with a big smile on my face (would I recieve comments like ”you should smile more”?)

I dared to be myself exactly as I am, like I also recommend you to be, without caring about the rules.

 

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