Hola mis amores, hoy os vengo a recomendar este perfume de la marca @syrmacosmetics
, este en concreto es el Ara y huele a frutas, a mi me huele como a melocoton, es una pasada el olor, hay otros dos perfumes mas y lo mejor de estos perfumes es que contienen Oro de 22 quilates y cuando lo aplicas sale purpurina, que lo veo ideal para estas fiestas, porque además de oler genial vas a ir brillando!! Al que Le guste brillar le va a gustar seguro, estos perfumes los podéis comprar en @elcorteingles
y tenéis más tamaños disponibles, este contiene 106 ml y creo que no cuesta más de 20€, la verdad que lo veo genial para regalar, o para darte un capricho a ti misma y usarlo en estas fechas o cuando te de la gana! ❤️ 😘
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How should a woman feel when she enters her 30s?
If someone had asked me this question 5 years ago I would have given a different answer. But today I am not that woman. Today I am free.
My 20s were full of self doubts, emotional dilemmas and body dysmorphia.
Growing up in Pakistan where girls are supposed to be petite and gharelu. I was always the weird child. Either I was too tall, too broad, too boyish or too loud.
But it’s not just me who has experienced these judgements. Everyday women around the world are told by the media, their families, their partners, their friends that they are not good enough.
Either we are too big or too small, too fair or too dark, too girly or too masculine or just too stupid.
Who is she? Why isn’t she improving herself? She should try harder or no one will like her.
I tried I failed, I tried I failed and I wasted my 20s trying to be skinny, trying to change my personality, trying to be accepted. Not only it ruined my health but also gave me years of emotional baggage to handle.
But it didn’t happen because I was born to hate myself. It happened because I was constantly judged by a lot of people who expressed they loved me. But did they really?
Living alone, working and paying my bills not only has given me independence but it has taught me to admire myself aswell.
I have learned to start liking my jiggly bits, my stretch marks, my weird body parts, my nazely voice, my messy hair and my big broad shoulders.
These are the things that makes me, me and it sucks that I learned to like myself after so many years.
On this birthday I pray to God that all the girls who are looking in the mirror right now thinking they are not pretty, who are changing themselves to be accepted, who are suffering from body dysmorphia or any type of self doubt would stop and be themselves.
I wish they give the world a fantastic big F Off and try to be kind instead of plastic, loving instead of being confused, caring and fabulous instead of fearful and ashamed.
The whole universe got together to give you life, to create you just the way you are. Why change it? Why not change the minds instead?
I am hopeful are you?