Fat Girl,

Makeup of the Day, February 7th Edition

February 8, 2019 0 Comments
Photo is a selfie. I have dark brown curly hair, cut in a grown-out asymmetrical pixie. My roots are dark brown, but the rest is faded fuchsia. I am wearing black-rimmed large glasses and an orange sweater. I have a full face of makeup on, though it is hard to see the dark smokey eyeshadow. My lips are a berry color. I have a crystal nose stud in my left nostril.

I decid­ed to wear a full face of make­up yes­ter­day, and I was large­ly pleased with the result. I did run into some prob­lems with a few things, and I’d like to keep track of my expe­ri­ences with each for­ay into Full Face Make­up I make for a while. That’ll help me nar­row down what…

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Haikus With Dani: overwhelmed; overwhelming.

February 28, 2017 0 Comments

Brought to you by intense intro­spec­tion dur­ing a sea­son of trau­mat­ic anniver­saries. I’ve been think­ing a lot about how to describe my men­tal health strug­gles, and I think I touched on a cou­ple of things pret­ty well here.

i do not mean to
over­whelm you. i sim­ply
over­whelm myself.

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Updated Skincare Routine for Early Spring 2016

March 7, 2016 0 Comments

It’s been a while since I’ve writ­ten any­thing about the skin­care and beau­ty aspect of my self-care rou­tines! After answer­ing a friend’s ques­tion about skin­care and lit­er­al­ly writ­ing enough for a blog post…I decid­ed to mod­i­fy it and turn it into a post, since I’ve got­ten to know my skin and what it needs a lit­tle bit bet­ter than I did the last time I talked about my rou­tine.

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You matter.

September 7, 2015 1 Comment

No mat­ter who you are. No mat­ter who you’ve been. No mat­ter what you believe. You mat­ter. Just as you are, you are wor­thy of love, respect, and com­pas­sion. You intrin­si­cal­ly — by sheer virtue of exist­ing as a human being — have a dig­ni­ty that no one can take from you. Your life mat­ters. Your voice mat­ters. Your phys­i­cal,…

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Celebrate the little victories.

July 3, 2015 2 Comments

These are such small things. Such lit­tle vic­to­ries. What right have I to cel­e­brate them?

The same right I have to cel­e­brate the vic­to­ries of all of my friends and fam­i­ly who deal with chron­ic ill­ness­es, phys­i­cal and men­tal. Small vic­to­ries are vic­to­ries. Med­ica­tion that allows me to escape the nev­er-end­ing cycle of pan­ic is use­ful. Wrap­ping myself in soft, warm cloth is calm­ing and sooth­ing. Touch­ing my skin and putting make­up on with gen­tle, lov­ing hands is cru­cial on days where I strug­gle to love myself. Such a short amount of time of my day, and yet now I am calm. I can think. I am okay.

Cel­e­brate the lit­tle vic­to­ries. Always, cel­e­brate the lit­tle vic­to­ries.

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