Do women judge their standard of beauty by Society's views?
" How could she think this!?" You ask. "I dress for myself" you say. "The women in magazines ARE beautiful!" you may tell me. Well darlings, here are my reasons.
1. ... I know you're all super confident about your bodies and all, but seriously. Society teaches that clothes = bad. Sex = good.
2. Who do we see in magazines? Who are we taught to see as beautiful. "Perfect" women. You know the type. Skinny, large chests, tall, superstar smiles, lots of smokey makeup. Right, beautiful women and role models right there.
3. Okay so. Makeup? yea. We like it heavy on the eyes. Because thats "hot". We tell each other that. We tell ourselves that. Guess who else we hear it from? Oh right.
Alright. Three ideas. ANYWAY. We don't consider ourselves beautiful because society has taught us that we aren't. People who are irregular, big noses, large foreheads, athletic shapes, a little healthy pudge, eyes that are a different shape, an interesting skin color, all of these things are taught to be "undesirable". In reality though, if we were to think for ourselves, we might come to see these things as the most beautiful things about a person, because they make them who they are.
We're taught to ignore personality and see people for their looks alone. You see a woman with small eyes and a big nose and see her as ugly. You talk to her, and you find an intelligent mind and a sweet personality. If you get to know her, you'd find out she sings and its breathtaking. Or draws and it's beautiful. But, because of society's views of beauty, you might not ever take the time to get to know her, because she becomes less of a person because of her lack of "perfection" and you'd miss out on meeting an amazing person.
Okay. What do you think is beautiful? Leave a comment describing please :]
Love from hanhan :]
P.S. YOU are beautiful.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Angry ranty post.
So. I'd like to say something about a certain issue, and a thought of mine, which IS what I usually do, so this post isn't really any different than the usual posts. It's just a different begining than you guys usually read. Okay. Lets go for it then.
I totally thought friendship was this great and awesome thing that included loyalty and a deep abiding trust in the other person. If that person was to tell you something, you would guard it, and not tell their other friends your secret opinions of them. They tell you when they have a problem with something you said. They know your past, but don't bring it up. They're always there to talk and listen. Thats how things work...right?
I guess I was mistaken. I'm so silly, seriously. Boys can make ALL the difference. You say something to be protective, and suddenly everyone hates you and its crazy and ridiculous and you're all fighting.
So, keep the opinion to yourself and let people get hurt. Thats what they want anyway.
I totally thought friendship was this great and awesome thing that included loyalty and a deep abiding trust in the other person. If that person was to tell you something, you would guard it, and not tell their other friends your secret opinions of them. They tell you when they have a problem with something you said. They know your past, but don't bring it up. They're always there to talk and listen. Thats how things work...right?
I guess I was mistaken. I'm so silly, seriously. Boys can make ALL the difference. You say something to be protective, and suddenly everyone hates you and its crazy and ridiculous and you're all fighting.
So, keep the opinion to yourself and let people get hurt. Thats what they want anyway.
Friday, August 20, 2010
living by it.
As a constantly screwing up, immature, ridiculous, and strange teenager, I can't quite presume to tell anyone how to live their lives, or really even give them advice on it. I can, however (because this blog that you're reading, it's mine. so deal with it ;]), mention some things that I feel have been a good thing in my life, and, if you so choose to also adopt them then...POWER TO YOU!
Smile.
I cannot stress this enough. it's beautiful and wonderful, and it'll improve everything.
Find the humor in things.
This ones a tough one, but at the end of the day, find a way to laugh about things. Or smile.
Everything happens for a reason, and it works out for the best.
I tell myself this pretty much everyday. Sometimes I forget it, but it does make things better to remember it.
Embrace imperfection, but strive to be your best.
Nobody is perfect. There's beauty in all things imperfect, if you look hard enough. No matter how you feel about yourself, you're amazing. This is not to say there's never space for improvement. We have to all try to be our best, but don't ever hate yourself, or anyone.
If you have an enemy, good for you.
Someone is jealous enough of you to try to make you look bad.
If you have an enemy, be even nicer to everyone, including them.
I don't care how bad it sounds, but everyone ends up liking you and they end up feeling stupid.
Be somebody you can admire.
Be unafraid, be beautiful, be fabulous, be shocking, be smart, be silly, be deep, be ridiculous, be argumentative, be magnificent, be better than you thought you could be. Be someone that can be looked up to. Remember, little kids, adults, peers, they can be touched by just a little bit aof your passion and be changed forever. Be a good change.
To thine own self be true.
To quote Polonius, Scene 3, Act 1, Hamlet by Shakespeare. Seriously. Be who you are. Don't let people tell you that you have to be and act a certain way. Individuality is not being afraid to act stupid sometimes. (By the way, if you feel the inexplicable urge to do terrible things and call that being true to yourself, I'd suggest you go to therapy because you are SERIOUSLY confused.)
Anyways, thanks for listening to me talk. Don't hate me if this doesn't work for you.
iloveyouguys,
hanhan :]
Smile.
I cannot stress this enough. it's beautiful and wonderful, and it'll improve everything.
Find the humor in things.
This ones a tough one, but at the end of the day, find a way to laugh about things. Or smile.
Everything happens for a reason, and it works out for the best.
I tell myself this pretty much everyday. Sometimes I forget it, but it does make things better to remember it.
Embrace imperfection, but strive to be your best.
Nobody is perfect. There's beauty in all things imperfect, if you look hard enough. No matter how you feel about yourself, you're amazing. This is not to say there's never space for improvement. We have to all try to be our best, but don't ever hate yourself, or anyone.
If you have an enemy, good for you.
Someone is jealous enough of you to try to make you look bad.
If you have an enemy, be even nicer to everyone, including them.
I don't care how bad it sounds, but everyone ends up liking you and they end up feeling stupid.
Be somebody you can admire.
Be unafraid, be beautiful, be fabulous, be shocking, be smart, be silly, be deep, be ridiculous, be argumentative, be magnificent, be better than you thought you could be. Be someone that can be looked up to. Remember, little kids, adults, peers, they can be touched by just a little bit aof your passion and be changed forever. Be a good change.
To thine own self be true.
To quote Polonius, Scene 3, Act 1, Hamlet by Shakespeare. Seriously. Be who you are. Don't let people tell you that you have to be and act a certain way. Individuality is not being afraid to act stupid sometimes. (By the way, if you feel the inexplicable urge to do terrible things and call that being true to yourself, I'd suggest you go to therapy because you are SERIOUSLY confused.)
Anyways, thanks for listening to me talk. Don't hate me if this doesn't work for you.
iloveyouguys,
hanhan :]
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
The moral of the story is...
Be kind to yourself.
It makes it easier to be kind to others.
BECAUSE I decided to try an experiement today, I went shopping and was as nice as I could be.
BECAUSE I went shopping, I was in a good mood.
Because I was in a good mood, and I was smiling and happy, I had a great conversation with the lady in the line behind me, who actually paid for one of my shirts because she though I was sweet. Without me asking, or even looking at her.
BECAUSE that cheered me up, I went home smiling, and got to take the little girl I baby sit to the park.
BECAUSE I went to the park, some guy started talking to me and I may have the opportunity to make more money and baby sit his adorable kid.
BECAUSE of that I was a little more comfortable paying for my dinner when I went out with people.
BECAUSE of that, I had way more fun.
BECAUSE of all the fun I have, I met someone who could actually cut my hair in a pixie, like I wanted really badly.
BECAUSE of that, I'm a happy camper.
The end.
The moral of my day is: Be nice to others, and they'll be nice to you. Be nice to yourself, and others will be encouraged to be that nice too.
It makes it easier to be kind to others.
BECAUSE I decided to try an experiement today, I went shopping and was as nice as I could be.
BECAUSE I went shopping, I was in a good mood.
Because I was in a good mood, and I was smiling and happy, I had a great conversation with the lady in the line behind me, who actually paid for one of my shirts because she though I was sweet. Without me asking, or even looking at her.
BECAUSE that cheered me up, I went home smiling, and got to take the little girl I baby sit to the park.
BECAUSE I went to the park, some guy started talking to me and I may have the opportunity to make more money and baby sit his adorable kid.
BECAUSE of that I was a little more comfortable paying for my dinner when I went out with people.
BECAUSE of that, I had way more fun.
BECAUSE of all the fun I have, I met someone who could actually cut my hair in a pixie, like I wanted really badly.
BECAUSE of that, I'm a happy camper.
The end.
The moral of my day is: Be nice to others, and they'll be nice to you. Be nice to yourself, and others will be encouraged to be that nice too.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Being there.
Everyone should be strong sometimes. But other times, it's okay to give into to being sad. It's okay to cry. It's okay to rant and let it all out. You're even allowed to fall apart if you need too. You might wonder how anyone can do that, when the people surrounding them are not to be trusted. I mean, you ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO BE STRONG ALL THE TIME IN FRONT OF PEOPLE WHO CARE SO MUCH ABOUT YOU. Right?
Wrong. Believe it or not darlings, people who care about you are there so you can fall apart. Its their job to help put you back together. Thats what friends are for. It seems like a hard thing to do, to trust someone enough to let go and cry, to let go and let them be there for you. And it is. I think I've done it...once. Maybe.
The point is, let people be there for you. They might surprise you.
Love from hanhan (If you need me, I promise, I'll ALWAYS be there.)
Wrong. Believe it or not darlings, people who care about you are there so you can fall apart. Its their job to help put you back together. Thats what friends are for. It seems like a hard thing to do, to trust someone enough to let go and cry, to let go and let them be there for you. And it is. I think I've done it...once. Maybe.
The point is, let people be there for you. They might surprise you.
Love from hanhan (If you need me, I promise, I'll ALWAYS be there.)
Fleeting.
Fleeting
Laughing
Dancing
Smiling
Loving
Leaving
Hurting
Crying
Gone.
Life is fleeting. Loves are fleeting.
They comes, you laugh at their jokes, because everything they do makes you giddy and you giggle. You dance around each other, teasing and twirling until smiling, you fall into their arms, loving them, and they loves you. Suddenly, one of you has to leave. It hurts, and you cry, trying to release the pain. Then they're gone, and you realize how you would have done anything to get that time back.
Laughing
Dancing
Smiling
Loving
Leaving
Hurting
Crying
Gone.
Life is fleeting. Loves are fleeting.
They comes, you laugh at their jokes, because everything they do makes you giddy and you giggle. You dance around each other, teasing and twirling until smiling, you fall into their arms, loving them, and they loves you. Suddenly, one of you has to leave. It hurts, and you cry, trying to release the pain. Then they're gone, and you realize how you would have done anything to get that time back.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Hello all! I'm so excited I get to say all, because more than one person saw my last blog post :] I see that, because you hit the little boxes. Now we need to teach you guys to comment. but that'll come, that'll come. ANYWHO. Thanks for putting up with that little rant thing. Let's just say, some people can be very very irritating, and runs without music make you think way to much. I hope you enjoyed the last post though, and it wasn't too angry or boring or uninteresting...
THIS IS WHY YOU NEED TO COMMENT. I never know what to write about. Give me topics people! Just, do hanhan a favor? if you read this, write in a comment an idea for a topic on another post, or a question, anything! I'm opening up the next post for you guys, because there's more than one of you. So go ahead, and comment it up!
Love form hanhan :]
THIS IS WHY YOU NEED TO COMMENT. I never know what to write about. Give me topics people! Just, do hanhan a favor? if you read this, write in a comment an idea for a topic on another post, or a question, anything! I'm opening up the next post for you guys, because there's more than one of you. So go ahead, and comment it up!
Love form hanhan :]
Monday, July 26, 2010
I'll remember you you ignorant pig.
You think I'll forget you? You who shaped who I am now, and affected my life so much? Fat chance.
I remember more people and things than you've ever even guessed. I remember my first day of preschool in Virginia, when I was afraid, but I thought it'd be okay because my best friend was in the class. I remember not being able to draw in the lines ever. I remember having a crush on this boy Kevin, and getting jealous when my friend Victoria talked to him. I remember my friend Emily getting saddle shoes, and then I got them too, because they were so cool. I remember when my teacher made me sit out of ballet because I missed my mom and wasn't behaving. I remember my brother's best friend's older sisters dressing me up like a doll, and I remember that I wasn't supposed to complain when they pulled my hair.
I remember my friend Amelia, who not only have the coolest name, but also always got the yummiest berries from the Shwan man, which her mom always gave us. I remember my friends all crying a week before we left for Hawaii. I didn't know why they were crying, because I still had a week left, which was like an eternity. I remember receiving an apology letter from my friend Brendan when I wasn't speaking to him because he wouldn't marry me. I remember when we left for Hawaii, we drove to California and went to Lego land, and I got a princess wand and my brother got a foam sword.
I remember our first house in Hawaii, and thinking the bamboo was so cool, and playing hide and seek in it. I remember 9/11, coming out of my room and seeing my mother crying even though it was her birthday. I remember seeing the TV show those planes crash over and over. I remember my best friend Grace, who was way older than me. She collected beanie babies, and we were going to write a book. She had the most beautiful green velvet dress she wanted to wear for prom one day. I remember having a big sleepover at my house with all my friends, and mom making us pancakes.
I remember The plays we were in. I remember being in the Julius Caesar skit, and not being able to keep from giggling because I was in love with the guy who was Caesar. I remembeer the girl who put geckos on her ears as earrings, and threw them in the pool when they were bad. I remember how excited I was to play Juliet, dance around the maypole, AND be a fairy in the big kids play. I remember a girl, I think her name was Erin, who was older, tell me how she though this guy Kazdan was cute, and then she made me promise not to tell. I remember the big metal things I used to climb on, and how hurt I was when this girl Brittany was mean to me. I remember meeting all these new girls, and the family with 12 kids in 2 hotel rooms for a year. I remember getting rollerblades and a scooter because everyone had them. I remember my first communion dress being my mother's, and being really short when everyone else's was long.
I remember NJ, living in the house on 34, my Shakespeare club, helping dad build the treehouse, my best friend Allison. I remember starting cheer, and how nervous I was and how I had no friends. I remember how proud I was when my Shakespeare club put on our play after I had arranged for the building and everything. I remember singing Ave Maria in Church, and shaking the whole time. I remember piano lessons. I remember Altar Serving. I remember our Pinecone wars. I remember So much more than that.
I'll remember you. I'll never forget how you affected my life. If I remember all this from before I was 12, I'll remember you, and everything you put me through. So don't tell me what I will and won't remember.
I remember more people and things than you've ever even guessed. I remember my first day of preschool in Virginia, when I was afraid, but I thought it'd be okay because my best friend was in the class. I remember not being able to draw in the lines ever. I remember having a crush on this boy Kevin, and getting jealous when my friend Victoria talked to him. I remember my friend Emily getting saddle shoes, and then I got them too, because they were so cool. I remember when my teacher made me sit out of ballet because I missed my mom and wasn't behaving. I remember my brother's best friend's older sisters dressing me up like a doll, and I remember that I wasn't supposed to complain when they pulled my hair.
I remember my friend Amelia, who not only have the coolest name, but also always got the yummiest berries from the Shwan man, which her mom always gave us. I remember my friends all crying a week before we left for Hawaii. I didn't know why they were crying, because I still had a week left, which was like an eternity. I remember receiving an apology letter from my friend Brendan when I wasn't speaking to him because he wouldn't marry me. I remember when we left for Hawaii, we drove to California and went to Lego land, and I got a princess wand and my brother got a foam sword.
I remember our first house in Hawaii, and thinking the bamboo was so cool, and playing hide and seek in it. I remember 9/11, coming out of my room and seeing my mother crying even though it was her birthday. I remember seeing the TV show those planes crash over and over. I remember my best friend Grace, who was way older than me. She collected beanie babies, and we were going to write a book. She had the most beautiful green velvet dress she wanted to wear for prom one day. I remember having a big sleepover at my house with all my friends, and mom making us pancakes.
I remember The plays we were in. I remember being in the Julius Caesar skit, and not being able to keep from giggling because I was in love with the guy who was Caesar. I remembeer the girl who put geckos on her ears as earrings, and threw them in the pool when they were bad. I remember how excited I was to play Juliet, dance around the maypole, AND be a fairy in the big kids play. I remember a girl, I think her name was Erin, who was older, tell me how she though this guy Kazdan was cute, and then she made me promise not to tell. I remember the big metal things I used to climb on, and how hurt I was when this girl Brittany was mean to me. I remember meeting all these new girls, and the family with 12 kids in 2 hotel rooms for a year. I remember getting rollerblades and a scooter because everyone had them. I remember my first communion dress being my mother's, and being really short when everyone else's was long.
I remember NJ, living in the house on 34, my Shakespeare club, helping dad build the treehouse, my best friend Allison. I remember starting cheer, and how nervous I was and how I had no friends. I remember how proud I was when my Shakespeare club put on our play after I had arranged for the building and everything. I remember singing Ave Maria in Church, and shaking the whole time. I remember piano lessons. I remember Altar Serving. I remember our Pinecone wars. I remember So much more than that.
I'll remember you. I'll never forget how you affected my life. If I remember all this from before I was 12, I'll remember you, and everything you put me through. So don't tell me what I will and won't remember.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
please.
I tend to think about the past a lot. Things that happened, good and bad, mostly bad. I try to figure out what I could have done better or different. I imagine what my life would be like now if I had said this, or not said that, if I had done this differently, or not even considered doing that. In case anyone is curious, this is an awful game to play with your memories, manipulating them into something that you would have wanted now.
I've been playing this game a lot lately, and being really anti-social and locking myself in my room all alone for the past few days. My mom is getting worried, but I don't care because I'm still trying to play this game with myself. When I hide, I have the most perfect life imaginable. I've done everything right, everyone still likes me, I'm loved by all these people, I'm beautiful, I'm really smart, I get good grades, and I'm thinking about expensive colleges that would take me on a full scholarship. I realize that this is crazy.
Dreaming, day-dreaming, re-imagining your life can make everything else seem to suck. The reality of my life lately is not the perfect one I laid out in the above paragraph. The reality is that I'm waiting, holding onto the hope that someone will pull me up and out of this. I've lain in my bed for the past few days, and just stared at my phone, waiting for someone to care enough about me to want to say hi, and drag me out of my house.
I don't like to be dependant on other people. But I need to be. I need to be loved, I need to be cared about, I need to be payed attention to. I'm sorry I'm so needy, but it happens sometimes. Anyway, this counts as a blog update. Enjoy. =.=
Love from hanhan.
I've been playing this game a lot lately, and being really anti-social and locking myself in my room all alone for the past few days. My mom is getting worried, but I don't care because I'm still trying to play this game with myself. When I hide, I have the most perfect life imaginable. I've done everything right, everyone still likes me, I'm loved by all these people, I'm beautiful, I'm really smart, I get good grades, and I'm thinking about expensive colleges that would take me on a full scholarship. I realize that this is crazy.
Dreaming, day-dreaming, re-imagining your life can make everything else seem to suck. The reality of my life lately is not the perfect one I laid out in the above paragraph. The reality is that I'm waiting, holding onto the hope that someone will pull me up and out of this. I've lain in my bed for the past few days, and just stared at my phone, waiting for someone to care enough about me to want to say hi, and drag me out of my house.
I don't like to be dependant on other people. But I need to be. I need to be loved, I need to be cared about, I need to be payed attention to. I'm sorry I'm so needy, but it happens sometimes. Anyway, this counts as a blog update. Enjoy. =.=
Love from hanhan.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
YOUTH2000
So this weekend was amazing. like seriously, I loved it. AND. I got a little story/analogy/thought process for you all! YAY!
Youth 2000 NY retreat, Saturday night. We did a Eucharistic procession around Kellenberg, with candles and music and everything. It was so beautiful. EXCEPT for the fact that the candles kept blowing out and melting on us, and you had to keep re-lighting the candles off of each other, or from the big candles guiding us on the path. While I re-lit my candle for the 22 time, I started thinking. The candles that we were all holding, could represent us, could represent our faith. The wind that either put them out, or almost did, was like the things of the world, our own personal struggles with sin. When our candles went out, and we relit them from other candles, its like going to confession. We go to the priest, confess our sins and are truly sorry for them, and they are removed, and we are given many graces and new light.
In the end of the walk, we all knelt with our lighted candles around the monstrance with Jesus in it. Around that, there were mirrors and our light reflected off them to the rest of the empty field, where it was dark. We are called to be that light. The light that we have, Jesus' love, is meant to be sent out to the world. We are meant to let our light praise him, like we did with our candles, lighting up the monstrance.
So go out and spread your light. Have a great week!
Love from hanhan :]
Youth 2000 NY retreat, Saturday night. We did a Eucharistic procession around Kellenberg, with candles and music and everything. It was so beautiful. EXCEPT for the fact that the candles kept blowing out and melting on us, and you had to keep re-lighting the candles off of each other, or from the big candles guiding us on the path. While I re-lit my candle for the 22 time, I started thinking. The candles that we were all holding, could represent us, could represent our faith. The wind that either put them out, or almost did, was like the things of the world, our own personal struggles with sin. When our candles went out, and we relit them from other candles, its like going to confession. We go to the priest, confess our sins and are truly sorry for them, and they are removed, and we are given many graces and new light.
In the end of the walk, we all knelt with our lighted candles around the monstrance with Jesus in it. Around that, there were mirrors and our light reflected off them to the rest of the empty field, where it was dark. We are called to be that light. The light that we have, Jesus' love, is meant to be sent out to the world. We are meant to let our light praise him, like we did with our candles, lighting up the monstrance.
So go out and spread your light. Have a great week!
Love from hanhan :]
Thursday, July 15, 2010
You can barely call this a blog anymore!
DOUBLE BLOGGING TODAY! *GASP*
I know. I'm utterly lazy and never ever post enough. But I got yelled at, so now I'll be more diligent about this lovely blog that like 2 people read. I'm starting to think that the low quality of my writing may somewhat be affecting the low amount of people who read this :3 Ya think? Nah. Anyways, GUESS WHAT Y'ALL! ...What? oh. I said Y'all. thats scary enough for you. Its like the worst horror movie ever.Not that I've ever watched one. I feel like horror movies are movies that are only watched by guys with some girl they like to get the girl to jump into their lap. Ya know? yikes.
Okay. So, I just read that paragraph and I realized how completely and utterly off topic I get. Please feel free to be amused by the randomness. Another random side note, DAUGHTRY + TEXTING + FACEBOOKCREEPING + COFFEE<3 + GEOMETRY + NOT PACKING + LACK OF SLEEP = a very funny random hyper hanhan!
love from hanhan=]
I know. I'm utterly lazy and never ever post enough. But I got yelled at, so now I'll be more diligent about this lovely blog that like 2 people read. I'm starting to think that the low quality of my writing may somewhat be affecting the low amount of people who read this :3 Ya think? Nah. Anyways, GUESS WHAT Y'ALL! ...What? oh. I said Y'all. thats scary enough for you. Its like the worst horror movie ever.Not that I've ever watched one. I feel like horror movies are movies that are only watched by guys with some girl they like to get the girl to jump into their lap. Ya know? yikes.
Okay. So, I just read that paragraph and I realized how completely and utterly off topic I get. Please feel free to be amused by the randomness. Another random side note, DAUGHTRY + TEXTING + FACEBOOKCREEPING + COFFEE<3 + GEOMETRY + NOT PACKING + LACK OF SLEEP = a very funny random hyper hanhan!
love from hanhan=]
Smile please :]
SMILE.
You know whats so irritating? Of course you do! The answer to this is...**drumrollplease**
PEOPLE WHO NEVER EVER SMILE EVER. Yes. It's annoying and ridiculous. Why would you not smile? Tragic beauty never lasts. Happy Beauty, thats a stunner for sure. You want people to like you? SMILE! It shows you're confident, happy, and that you like being with whoever you're with. Smiling releases chemicals in your brain that make you happy, that cheer you up. HERE. I googled reasons to smile. Here's the top ones!
Smiling Makes Us Attractive
We are drawn to people who smile. There is an attraction factor. We want to know a smiling person and figure out what is so good. Frowns, scowls and grimaces all push people away -- but a smile draws them in
Smiling Changes Our Mood
Next time you are feeling down, try putting on a smile. There's a good chance you mood will change for the better. Smiling can trick the body into helping you change your mood.
Smiling Is Contagious
When someone is smiling they lighten up the room, change the moods of others, and make things happier. A smiling person brings happiness with them. Smile lots and you will draw people to you.
Smiling Relieves Stress
Stress can really show up in our faces. Smiling helps to prevent us from looking tired, worn down, and overwhelmed. When you are stressed, take time to put on a smile. The stress should be reduced and you'll be better able to take action.
Smiling Boosts Your Immune System
Smiling helps the immune system to work better. When you smile, immune function improves possibly because you are more relaxed. Prevent the flu and colds by smiling.
Smiling Lowers Your Blood Pressure
When you smile, there is a measurable reduction in your blood pressure. Give it a try if you have a blood pressure monitor at home. Sit for a few minutes, take a reading. Then smile for a minute and take another reading while still smiling. Do you notice a difference?
Smiling Releases Endorphins, Natural Pain Killers and Serotonin
Studies have shown that smiling releases endorphins, natural pain killers, and serotonin. Together these three make us feel good. Smiling is a natural drug.
Smiling Lifts the Face and Makes You Look Younger
The muscles we use to smile lift the face, making a person appear younger. Don't go for a face lift, just try smiling your way through the day -- you'll look younger and feel better.
Smiling Helps You Stay Positive
Try this test: Smile. Now try to think of something negative without losing the smile. It's hard. When we smile our body is sending the rest of us a message that "Life is Good!" Stay away from depression, stress and worry by smiling.
Okay. well thats me and the internet's two cents. NOW GO SPREAD YOUR SMILES! You'll thank me later!
Love from hanhan :]
You know whats so irritating? Of course you do! The answer to this is...**drumrollplease**
PEOPLE WHO NEVER EVER SMILE EVER. Yes. It's annoying and ridiculous. Why would you not smile? Tragic beauty never lasts. Happy Beauty, thats a stunner for sure. You want people to like you? SMILE! It shows you're confident, happy, and that you like being with whoever you're with. Smiling releases chemicals in your brain that make you happy, that cheer you up. HERE. I googled reasons to smile. Here's the top ones!
Smiling Makes Us Attractive
We are drawn to people who smile. There is an attraction factor. We want to know a smiling person and figure out what is so good. Frowns, scowls and grimaces all push people away -- but a smile draws them in
Smiling Changes Our Mood
Next time you are feeling down, try putting on a smile. There's a good chance you mood will change for the better. Smiling can trick the body into helping you change your mood.
Smiling Is Contagious
When someone is smiling they lighten up the room, change the moods of others, and make things happier. A smiling person brings happiness with them. Smile lots and you will draw people to you.
Smiling Relieves Stress
Stress can really show up in our faces. Smiling helps to prevent us from looking tired, worn down, and overwhelmed. When you are stressed, take time to put on a smile. The stress should be reduced and you'll be better able to take action.
Smiling Boosts Your Immune System
Smiling helps the immune system to work better. When you smile, immune function improves possibly because you are more relaxed. Prevent the flu and colds by smiling.
Smiling Lowers Your Blood Pressure
When you smile, there is a measurable reduction in your blood pressure. Give it a try if you have a blood pressure monitor at home. Sit for a few minutes, take a reading. Then smile for a minute and take another reading while still smiling. Do you notice a difference?
Smiling Releases Endorphins, Natural Pain Killers and Serotonin
Studies have shown that smiling releases endorphins, natural pain killers, and serotonin. Together these three make us feel good. Smiling is a natural drug.
Smiling Lifts the Face and Makes You Look Younger
The muscles we use to smile lift the face, making a person appear younger. Don't go for a face lift, just try smiling your way through the day -- you'll look younger and feel better.
Smiling Helps You Stay Positive
Try this test: Smile. Now try to think of something negative without losing the smile. It's hard. When we smile our body is sending the rest of us a message that "Life is Good!" Stay away from depression, stress and worry by smiling.
Okay. well thats me and the internet's two cents. NOW GO SPREAD YOUR SMILES! You'll thank me later!
Love from hanhan :]
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Gr.
Hey there.
So, not to start off this by complaining, but I'm going to anyway. I'm having a reallly bad day. Why, you might ask, would I, hanhan, be having a bad day? good question. I'll answer it.
FIRSTLY. I got up at 5 AM and went to a three hour long workout, and have been running this entire day on less than six hours of sleep. Its very bad. When I don't sleep, my head hurts, I feel lethargic and sick. I get nasty to everyone, and everything is magnified x 349675. Yup.
SECOND. Ow. sunburn. nuff said.
THIRD. My brother is incapable of doing anything himself. Seriously, no joke. My mother made me call the pool for him, and we couldn't find the number for half an hour. But, instead of making him take care of finding out what time him class is, she made me do it. Cool.
LAST. But not least...well, maybe least. This one is the cherry of the figurative top of this lovely little narrative sundae. A person who left my life recently popped back in briefly. Their reason for this? To tell me all how amazing all their time was with me, and how much they loved everything about it, and how happy they were then. They told me all of this and then basically popped away again, just to be on the outskirts of my little world, floating there, popping around leaving me with little messages that make me want it all back. This is bad. This makes hanhan want to cry many salty tears.
K. done.
So, not to start off this by complaining, but I'm going to anyway. I'm having a reallly bad day. Why, you might ask, would I, hanhan, be having a bad day? good question. I'll answer it.
FIRSTLY. I got up at 5 AM and went to a three hour long workout, and have been running this entire day on less than six hours of sleep. Its very bad. When I don't sleep, my head hurts, I feel lethargic and sick. I get nasty to everyone, and everything is magnified x 349675. Yup.
SECOND. Ow. sunburn. nuff said.
THIRD. My brother is incapable of doing anything himself. Seriously, no joke. My mother made me call the pool for him, and we couldn't find the number for half an hour. But, instead of making him take care of finding out what time him class is, she made me do it. Cool.
LAST. But not least...well, maybe least. This one is the cherry of the figurative top of this lovely little narrative sundae. A person who left my life recently popped back in briefly. Their reason for this? To tell me all how amazing all their time was with me, and how much they loved everything about it, and how happy they were then. They told me all of this and then basically popped away again, just to be on the outskirts of my little world, floating there, popping around leaving me with little messages that make me want it all back. This is bad. This makes hanhan want to cry many salty tears.
K. done.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
badthings and goodthings
You really have to think about all the good things in life. And be grateful for them. You also have to think about the bad things, and see how little they are compared to the great things! If you look at my list that I made in fifteen-ish minutes, The bad things aren't that bad, and the good things are a much longer list.
Good things I love
Beautiful friends
Family
Chocolate
God
Youth group
Buffy the Vampire Slayer Marathons
Hot dogs for dinner
Coffee
Air Conditioner
Swimming
Smiles
Laughing
Babies
Dresses
No plans
Cats
Bad things
Having friends that are much too pretty
Doubting yourself
Not having exciting plans
Lack of coffee headaches
Babies crying
Being in a bad mood
Being sleepy
Love from hanhan =]
Good things I love
Beautiful friends
Family
Chocolate
God
Youth group
Buffy the Vampire Slayer Marathons
Hot dogs for dinner
Coffee
Air Conditioner
Swimming
Smiles
Laughing
Babies
Dresses
No plans
Cats
Bad things
Having friends that are much too pretty
Doubting yourself
Not having exciting plans
Lack of coffee headaches
Babies crying
Being in a bad mood
Being sleepy
Love from hanhan =]
Monday, June 28, 2010
ahhh feelingss.
Friendships are weird. Feelings are weird. You can be so close with someone. You let them in, really let them in, trust them not to leave, everything. And then suddenly, everything changes, and they leave. When they're gone, suddenly, it feels like your heart is ripped a little, a little broken almost, and then you have to fix it.
SO you repair the little hole in your heart where they used to live. It gets better really really slowly, really painfully. You fill it up over time, so its basically okay, and you can go on with life as it was, almost. Its still there, but its patched up, and you're okay again.
Well, they come back. Once, twice, and leave, and come back, and leave. You keep trying to go back to them, but it doesn't feel the same. They don't fill the hole they made when they left any more. After awhile, you start to realize how you've stopped missing them, because they're different and so are you. There's no more going back to them. There's just...whatever. Then everything is okay. The End.
Love from hanhan =]
SO you repair the little hole in your heart where they used to live. It gets better really really slowly, really painfully. You fill it up over time, so its basically okay, and you can go on with life as it was, almost. Its still there, but its patched up, and you're okay again.
Well, they come back. Once, twice, and leave, and come back, and leave. You keep trying to go back to them, but it doesn't feel the same. They don't fill the hole they made when they left any more. After awhile, you start to realize how you've stopped missing them, because they're different and so are you. There's no more going back to them. There's just...whatever. Then everything is okay. The End.
Love from hanhan =]
Saturday, June 26, 2010
I want...
I want more from this world
than a boy who is "hot"
I want more from this world
than the stuff which is not.
I want too much to hold
And then too much to touch.
All I want in the end is
To feel real love.
And the sun won't set for me.
And the moon won't rise.
And the sky won't change colors
just to match my eyes.
I want more than a smile
Way more than a frown.
I want a middle between
Standing up and lying down.
I want power and painlessness
Happiness, no sadness.
Control over everything
that I can't even touch.
And the sun won't set for me.
And the moon won't rise.
And the sky won't change colors
just to match my eyes.
than a boy who is "hot"
I want more from this world
than the stuff which is not.
I want too much to hold
And then too much to touch.
All I want in the end is
To feel real love.
And the sun won't set for me.
And the moon won't rise.
And the sky won't change colors
just to match my eyes.
I want more than a smile
Way more than a frown.
I want a middle between
Standing up and lying down.
I want power and painlessness
Happiness, no sadness.
Control over everything
that I can't even touch.
And the sun won't set for me.
And the moon won't rise.
And the sky won't change colors
just to match my eyes.
PAIN
Ow. Pain. Agony. Sadness. Hurt. Ow. Ow. Ow. Somehow, I managed to burn the back of my legs. And that hurts. How do you burn the BACKS OF YOUR LEGS? Not the fronts, nothing else burned that badly, except for the BACKS OF MY LEGS.
So you spend the day at the beach. You even put sunscreen on. You're like, YEA! Let's FIX those tan lines! We're gonna be amazingly tan looking beautiful beach people! YEA! And your huge excitement eats you alive because you are gonna be amazingly tan with no more horrible tanlines.
Unfortunately things do not EVER go how you want them too. I'm nasty and red like a lobster. Everything hurts. a lot. But its okay, I got a new phone. BYE.
Love from hanhan =3
So you spend the day at the beach. You even put sunscreen on. You're like, YEA! Let's FIX those tan lines! We're gonna be amazingly tan looking beautiful beach people! YEA! And your huge excitement eats you alive because you are gonna be amazingly tan with no more horrible tanlines.
Unfortunately things do not EVER go how you want them too. I'm nasty and red like a lobster. Everything hurts. a lot. But its okay, I got a new phone. BYE.
Love from hanhan =3
Friday, June 11, 2010
Guilt.
Mistakes happen to everyone. Big ones, little ones, inconsequential ones, huge ones. Most people, when they make their mistake with someone else, feel a little bit of guilt. or concern. Some people are eaten alive with guilt, some are barely bothered with it. It usually depends on the situation, and the people involved.
Almost a year ago, I made a mistake with a person. I led them on to believe something that wasn't true, then pulled away from them when they needed me most. Everyday I think about this, and the guilt still pulls at some strings in my stomach. Other people found out what I had done, they also heaped guilt on me, in little ways. Reminding me of it, pulling away from me, not trusting me, getting upset with me, ignoring me even. I felt I deserved this, because I had made a mistake, and I hurt someone I cared about, and respected.
This went on for some time, the guilt trips everywhere, the disapproving glances, the self-hate. I was completely miserable and everyone knew it, and I didn't think I deserved to ever feel happy again after the betrayal I had made. Wallowing in guilt and being unable to help the person, I felt that I was meant to go on like this for a long time.
That was not the case. There comes a point where you need to see things clearer. You messed up, you do what you can to fix it, and you try to move on. You don't hate yourself forever because you, being human, have erred and caused pain. You cannot let the guilt trips people push on you consume your life, the glares you get cannot be the only way you're seen. As a person, you deserve so much better than to cause yourself pain over something that is unchangeable.
When the people give me the looks a disapproval now, even a year later, You have to learn to look past it, to smile at them, and to show them that you aren't the mistake that was made. to show you've learned from it. That how you grow, and learn to deal.
love from hanhan =]
Almost a year ago, I made a mistake with a person. I led them on to believe something that wasn't true, then pulled away from them when they needed me most. Everyday I think about this, and the guilt still pulls at some strings in my stomach. Other people found out what I had done, they also heaped guilt on me, in little ways. Reminding me of it, pulling away from me, not trusting me, getting upset with me, ignoring me even. I felt I deserved this, because I had made a mistake, and I hurt someone I cared about, and respected.
This went on for some time, the guilt trips everywhere, the disapproving glances, the self-hate. I was completely miserable and everyone knew it, and I didn't think I deserved to ever feel happy again after the betrayal I had made. Wallowing in guilt and being unable to help the person, I felt that I was meant to go on like this for a long time.
That was not the case. There comes a point where you need to see things clearer. You messed up, you do what you can to fix it, and you try to move on. You don't hate yourself forever because you, being human, have erred and caused pain. You cannot let the guilt trips people push on you consume your life, the glares you get cannot be the only way you're seen. As a person, you deserve so much better than to cause yourself pain over something that is unchangeable.
When the people give me the looks a disapproval now, even a year later, You have to learn to look past it, to smile at them, and to show them that you aren't the mistake that was made. to show you've learned from it. That how you grow, and learn to deal.
love from hanhan =]
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Needs/wants/loves/and all that crazy stuff.
In life, we all have those things that pull us back towards them, no matter how bad for us they are. People, things, places, they become an addiction, and need, a want so strong you feel like you can't deny it. These things, being bad, being WRONG, being everything we try to avoid give us two options: The first one is to let the need take over, let it/them consume you, and follow things things/people/places down down down and lose yourself in them/it. This is usually the path people take. Its easier, they say, than trying to break the addiction. And no matter how much they get hurt, or hurt others, they let it/them be their one and only focus.
The other option, the one less commonly used, is this: You break the addiction yourself. When that person pulls away, instead of crying your life away, you get over it. Instead of ruining your chances at life, love, and future happiness by doing things that aren't necessarily good for you, just STOP. Why would you hold onto something that doesn't want you/isn't any good?
It isn't easy, either choice. the second choice, as simple as it may seem, is difficult, and sometimes you fall off the wagon. Even I've messed up on that, going back to people who do nothing but hurt you. In time, with practice, you learn to be happy without them, without your crutch. You see other people you could be seeing, other things you could be doing. You even see yourself differently. You're strong now, because you don't depend on that crutch, that addiction to be happy.
Congratulations, you've taken a step towards maturity.
The other option, the one less commonly used, is this: You break the addiction yourself. When that person pulls away, instead of crying your life away, you get over it. Instead of ruining your chances at life, love, and future happiness by doing things that aren't necessarily good for you, just STOP. Why would you hold onto something that doesn't want you/isn't any good?
It isn't easy, either choice. the second choice, as simple as it may seem, is difficult, and sometimes you fall off the wagon. Even I've messed up on that, going back to people who do nothing but hurt you. In time, with practice, you learn to be happy without them, without your crutch. You see other people you could be seeing, other things you could be doing. You even see yourself differently. You're strong now, because you don't depend on that crutch, that addiction to be happy.
Congratulations, you've taken a step towards maturity.
Sometimes things seem right. Everything is going perfectly, except for that one little thing that's not. You do everything within your power to change it, but you can't change it. So you continually have that one imperfect thing ruin your perfection. You teach yourself to ignore it. That only works for a little while, a few weeks, a few days, you're almost happy. You've almost achieved your happy place.
That nagging feeling always comes back though, bringing with it other things that aren't right, that you've buried inside for your happiness. Suddenly, the world seems much less rosy. Things start to go wrong. Your version of perfect falls apart and you can barely see because, in your teary eyes, everything is wrong.
Slowly, things get better. Slowly, you recover. Slowly, you begin the process again. This is life as we know it. Its not always perfect, but its not always bad. You can't always float on clouds. You can't always wallow in your grief though. You have to keep moving forward, and repeating the process. Because that's how it works.
Love Hanhan =]
That nagging feeling always comes back though, bringing with it other things that aren't right, that you've buried inside for your happiness. Suddenly, the world seems much less rosy. Things start to go wrong. Your version of perfect falls apart and you can barely see because, in your teary eyes, everything is wrong.
Slowly, things get better. Slowly, you recover. Slowly, you begin the process again. This is life as we know it. Its not always perfect, but its not always bad. You can't always float on clouds. You can't always wallow in your grief though. You have to keep moving forward, and repeating the process. Because that's how it works.
Love Hanhan =]
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