Well, I write a post on my love/hate relationship with aesthetics. And I delete it. Further proof that I should never ever pretend to be a blogger. I know, I know: "write it elsewhere then post it later" I KNOW. But I don't listen to anybody's advice ever because I'm a pig headed pig head.
ANYWAY, there were words and pictures and AGH THIS IS HORRIBLE but I'm going to write some stuff again.
I like things that I think look nice, and due to the gap between my brain and my tongue being much shorter than your average person's, this has been known to get me into the odd mess. For example, did you know, it's wrong to comment on someone's complete lack of wrinkles when they've just been for Botox? Even if you had no idea they'd been and just assumed they'd finally just had a good nights sleep??? Well it apparently is.
But I like to give praise where I feel it's due. This earnt me the nickname "Lurpack" by a previous colleague who didn't feel my "buttering up" was altogether genuine, but I tell you now, IT IS. I love looking at things, all different things. I love stationary, soft furnishings, new haircuts, ugly dogs, bare skin, big butts (and I cannot lie), wonky smiles, chipped nail varnish and many other things that the masses do not appreciate.
|A thing I find pleasing to the eye.|
I don't know why this is, I just can't see the bad in things. I even adore those big white wind turbines at the side of the motorway (so sleek and SO pleasing to the eye). However, the one thing I'm not entirely in love at, is the aesthetics of me.
Don't get me wrong, there's no self-loathing going on down here. When I look in the mirror, I like the girl I see. She's always let me go to bed when I want (as soon as my head drops below a 70° angle) and she's very good at carrying heavy things.
I was "blessed" with my Dad's strong jawline (dashing on him, not so much on me...) My mum's incredible skin and the quick growing moustache of somebody else entirely. I carry my weight equally but everywhere, I have wobbly arms, powerful thighs and a stomach with its own agenda altogether.
This means that I am the queen of picture untagging, posting a picture of me at one of my most unflattering angles next to a friend who does not possess an unflattering angle simply isn't cricket in my eyes. Don't get me wrong, if there's a shiny surface, I will check my bad self in it, normally to make sure I haven't got cheese on my chin or that my fringe is behaving itself and not making a bid for freedom.
|An unacceptable picture|
But then, do you know what, my eyes are in MY face so I don't have to look at me. I can look at all your gorgeous faces. So actually it's all alright! I may even do some OOTD posts on here (I hope this means Outfit of the day and not something more sleazy/sinister/ tiring) Just don't expect anything incredible, my clothes have fallen out with me for stretching their seams every couple of months...