Why I Love You: a cheesy list of reasons that may not mean anything to anyone else but mean something to me.
- You make me write a stupid list like this. Well you didn’t make me, but I wanted to for you. I don’t know why.
- You make me cheesy. Because this is cheesy and we do cheesy stupid things and I don’t care about them being cheesy anymore. I don’t count them down as cheesy. They’re wonderful to me then.
- You make me laugh. You have a TERRIBLE sense of humor, but when I’m with you it’s astonishingly, stupidly funny.
- You make me want to get better. You know my problems and struggles and you’re by my side cheering me on through every battle and every stumble.
- You’ve seen me at my worst and you’re still here.
- You’ve seen me at my best and you’re still here.
- You know my insecurities and you love those parts all the more.
- You give me hope for a better, more stable future. Hopefully one with you in it.
- You challenge me and my spirit, always making me push to be a better me.
- You laugh with me AND at me.
- You keep me grounded. Which is a fairly sizable task when you think about how flighty and unrealistic I can be.
- You keep me silly. When I’m being too serious, you make me take a step back and relax with you and joke with you and play with you and it’s a wonderful thing.
- You reassure me that you’ll be here, because I need to be reminded a lot.
- You hold me tighter than anyone has ever held me.
- You don’t care when I don’t look my best. You still think I’m beautiful when I don’t.
- You make me cry happy tears sometimes when I’m just sitting and thinking about you and how much you love me.
- You’ll do anything for me.
- You won’t let me do anything for you (even though I’ll do it anyway, or at least try.)
- You have the best smile when you’re truly happy.
- You’re an amazing lover.
- You’re just the right size for me to slide into your arms when we cuddle.
- You have plans.
- You can’t dance, but you do anyway.
- Even though you didn’t like Doctor Who, you still gave it a shot for me when I tried to get you into it too.
- You have a solid foundation.
- You have better friends than I do.
- You get along with your family.
- You get along with my family.
- You still like me even though I’m a cat person and you’re a dog person.
- You don’t get scared off when I talk about marrying you. Which I tend to do because I’ve never been serious about that before.
- You love music. You love writing it, playing it, listening to it. And you’re great at it.
- You encourage my creativity.
- You encourage me in my skills.
- You encourage me to do well at things I’m not good at.
- You’re serious about things you want to get done.
- You’re passionate about what you feel called to.
- You do what you know you need to do, even though you’re reluctant to.
- You don’t give up.
- You won’t let me give up.
- You don’t give up on me.
- You support me.
- You let me support you.
- You let me act like a 5 year old.
- You have vibrantly red hair.
- Your beard is scratchy when we kiss.
- Your eyes are a beautiful amber hazel.
- You make stupid faces at me
- You make fun of me.
- I can wrap my arms entirely around you with room to squeeze tighter.
- You hold my hand all the time.
- You stop me when we’re walking and hug me from behind and start this awkward stomping waddle walk, which you and I both hate but love at the same time.
- You kiss me fiercely.
- You’re not tired of me.
- You love God.
- You encourage me to love God more.
- You don’t care that I didn’t love you at first.
- You love me.
This list is going to continue to grow, every day, and the things listed are going to grow deeper and wider and fuller. You are my other half. You are mine completely. I love you more than any lover I’ve ever loved. I love you and I can’t stop saying it to you. I love you perpetually. I love you constantly. I love you for everything you are and will be. I love you for every mistake, every hard time, every good time, every blessing, everything. I want to spend every day with you from here on to the end of our days. I’m committed to you. I want to sing to you but I can’t find the right words and melody. I want to paint for you but the strokes and colors don’t form the right way. I want to dance for you but I’m not graceful. And still you love me. I hope that you’ll continue to love me even if we fight and disagree and get into ruts. I hope that we last forever. I’ve decided in my mind that you are the one I am going to spend my life with, and I hope you’ll agree. It can be 100 years before we are married as long as you’ll promise to be there forever. I’m trusting you with my whole heart. Please keep my heart safe. Don’t drop it. Don’t shake it. It’s been repaired several times and glue is sticking out through the cracks. It’s going to be harder to repair if it’s broken again. Hold me forever. Keep me forever. I love you.
I just want you and want you and want you, unquenchably. I want you to be here, under these blankets with me. I want to feel the warmth of your breathing, the chill of your toes, your scratchy chin against my skin. I want you to sing to me, even if you don’t know all the words. I want you to be one hundred percent mine tonight, I want all of your heart to, just for a night, be as consumed with me as I am with you.
Okay this is honestly for reals something that I need to get out there and off my chest.
I am fat. And I hate it. And I can’t get rid of it. And I’m sick of people blaming it on media, because girls wanting to be skinny isn’t always from the media brainwashing our views of beauty. The desire to be thin has been around for ages. The unified view of beauty has changed through time, but one thing has stayed the same: the goal to be perfect.
The Beginnings of Beauty
Ancient Egyptian views of beauty weren’t all that different from ours. Just your basic skinny lady with elegance and style. The egyptians freaking invented make up, for goodness sake, and both men and women wore it. If you want to talk about ridiculous beauty standards, go talk to them, who had people wear dog masks and gold chest plates and underpants.
In China for centuries, baby girls had their feet folded back and tied to make them really really really small. They would be crippled for their whole lives because their parents wanted them to be desirable and have tiny feet. To this day, Asian cultures will go to great lengths for the sake of beauty, and most women undergo plastic surgery to look as western as they can.
In ancient Mediterranean areas, a woman with curves was what was most desired. It symbolized that she had a wealthy background and had more than enough food to eat. But they were OBSESSED with beauty. I mean, let’s think about how many famous marble statues and frescoes came from Greece and Italy. Most museums house more than enough examples of what they deemed desirable. Statues of men with LITERALLY rock hard abs, and ladies with waists you can’t miss. I mean, those ladies have curves. They had bodies that everyone on the planet would agree is sexy. But they still had a definable waistline, which would classify them as NOT overweight.
The Dark Ages to the Renaissance to the Boroque
After humanity had it’s nudist phase, the rest of Europe decided to put some clothes on. And by some, I mean a ridiculous over-cumbersome amount of of clothes. People wore, like, 6 layers of thick, wool, clothes. Women would wear underdresses, a primitive bra, plus their dress and petticoats, and cloaks and then a really uncomfortable headdress to top it off. (pun intended) This is pretty much how it went until the 1920’s when ladies started to get a little risque, but that’s for later. As centuries went on, the price of beauty would just get more absurd. Around the 13th century, it became beautiful to have a very high hairline, and many women would shave their head to about halfway up. They would also wear crazy pointy headdresses to cover the rest of their head too.
Around this time, women started taking small doses of arsenic to keep themselves pale. The paler the better. They didn’t care that it’s poison. They would actually poison themselves for the sake of looking good.
Then in the 16th century fashion threw another curveball and women started wearing sleeves over their already puffy sleeves. And then they’d add starchy, neck-brace-like collars to that too. They wore garish colors, over-the-top patterns, and bedazzled every outfit with gold and pearls. These stiff dresses would remain, even though in the 17th century the neckline on these gowns started drifting south and showing a bit more cleavage (yeah tittays) and then the corset was brought in.
Starting in Europe, women began to tighten their waist to an unhealthily small size. Their ribcages would collapse, their organs would shift, breathing could often be an unsurmountable task. Because of this fashion trend, a new kind of couch was invented. A FAD THAT INVENTED FURNITURE. Fainting couches, and in some homes fainting ROOMS, would be mecca for women who pushed too hard to be too thin. But still, images depict women wearing corsets taking part in physically demanding activities like tennis and horseback riding.
And don’t get me STARTED on bustles. As if being hippy wasn’t enough for these women, in the 17th century, they started wearing giant cages under their dresses, which stuck with fashion for another few centuries. Just like Sir Mix-a-Lot said, someone in fashion likes big butts and they cannot lie. So they made women wear double-wide butt-bumps. And someone invented this cruel torture device called a cartwheel farthingale which made it impossible to walk through doors without turning sideways and hermit-crabbing it through hallways. Somewhere around this time, women started wearing heels. You can thank the french for that aching arch from wearing 6 inch stilettos, ladies. They started it.
Somewhere around this time, people starting wearing powdered wigs. The taller the wig, the more fashionable. Women started having wigs crafted with birds in them and stuff like that. WIGS. WITH. BIRDS. WHAT THE ACTUAL F*CK.
By the time the 1800’s rolled around, things started toning down a bit. Sort of. Ladies starting going old school and picking up trends from Ancient Greece and Rome. High waistlines that were meant to be natural, loose fitting dresses, and pinned up curls were the fashion of the age. If any time was the simplest to dress, it would be the Empire fashion. Other than the need to dress to impress, there weren’t really many pressing body types of the age. This bliss did not last long. Soon after, bustles and corsets and overly decorated and accessorized dresses jumped right back in. As it got later and later in the 19th century and into the 20th, waists continued to get smaller and smaller and dresses became puffier and puffier. It was best to be conservative and naturally beautiful, so no makeup. Like at all.
Then almost overnight, in just a couple of decades girls were chopping their hair short to fit with their chopped short skirts. The clubbing scene started hopping, girls started caking their face with makeup, and it all looked best when you were stick thin. Ladies wanted to be flat chested and have boy-like features. They wore loose fitting dresses, ditching the curvy corsets that the world had worn for centuries. Every ladies’ posture was the same: A hand on the hip, a dipped in shoulder, and a lowered chin. This was the way to look.
Then through the 30’s, women started wanting waists again, and through 1940-Early 60’s, waists, mascara, rouge, and lipstick were necessary for beauty. Every woman was thin, and had a waist to prove it. They needed to stay thin to keep their husbands so long. They had strict beauty regimins that everyone kept. No one saw you if you weren’t completely done up. It just simply wasn’t done.
Then in the late 60’s to the late 70’s, everyone either kept it au-natural or totally mod. Blue eyeshadow with heavy eyeliner and thick mascara were the trend, and if you weren’t wearing a square frock, you weren’t hip. It was all hairspray and rock and roll, until the beatniks turned into hippies and the world stopped giving into the man and started wearing rags on purpose.
Until the 80’s when it went back to the philosophy that you didn’t go out if you weren’t done up. And done up meant the whole 9-yards. Full make up and hair and denim jacket.
This has been the philosophy through the 80’s to the present. And only until recently have people been saying that it’s socially acceptable to be fat, and then blaming media for saying it isn’t.
Getting to my point
The thing about all of this is, everyone says that the view of beauty of our generation is unattainable and impossible. But I would go as far to say that they’re no more impossible than the views of beauty from the past. We all know the beauty trends and what people think is necessary to be considered pretty these days. If you don’t just go to pinterest. Girls want to be tall, tan and skinny. Girls have always wanted to be skinny. This isn’t news. It’s only since the uprising of obesity in the world that it’s become taboo. It’s only become unattainable because people don’t want to change their lifestyles to fit the “norm.” I’m not saying I’m advocating eating disorders or crash diets or going to such extremes for the sake of beauty. I’m saying to stop complaining about it, and do something if you feel self conscious. Everyone has a different view of beauty. Stop trying to convince everyone that what you think is pretty is perfection. I’m not an advocator of seeking perfection. I’m an advocator of feeling beautiful. If you don’t feel it, do something about it.
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