carafunk:

Starting last week, I have made a pact to laugh at things more often. I thought it was going to be effortless that even a shot of coffee would seem such a tedious business. But I forgot how demeaning people are.

A few days ago, over lunch at the office, I stood to reach a cup from the pantry. This one colleague who I haven’t seen in a few weeks looked me over and said, “You’re growing fat. Not as good-looking as the first time we saw you back in Buttercake (censoring where he was from).” I stretched my lips to a ten-inch smile, fell silent and went back to my table. Then, I started to cry.

 If he knew where I was coming from and how much rubbish I had to go through for the past twenty years about esteem and self-worth, he probably would have shut up. Or, perhaps, not. I know, many would have easily brushed it off, let it roll of their backs. But, not me because, before dieting and this lifestyle change, I had a bruised make-shift self-image out of other people’s opinion of me.

Like, back in college. I was walking to school and a car slowed down as it neared me. An old man rolled down his window and handed me over a flyer that said, “Do you want to lose weight now?” What a blockhead.

Also from the past week, somebody I dearly love was threatened to lose an opportunity if he did not change his personality.  

What on Buttercake island would make people want to change others’ beauty, personality and uniqueness?

I believe—and I am very passionate about this—that every single one of you is a beautiful color in a spectrum of light, contributing to the beauty of nature and the universe. If I changed just a singular miniscule element of you, you will no longer shine as bright as you do now. So, please, do not dare to change—or tweak even just a bit—the spark in your eyes, in your voice, in your moves or in your thoughts.

You fit perfectly like the clouds and steam in the belly of the mountains, or the tree silhouettes against the morning sky {morning views I woke up to in Leyte}, or a Rose macaron de paris in this vintage floral saucer {a coming home present from my mother} :)

I have known my best friend, this lovely being, for literally all of my life; we have been through everything, everything together and I know for a fact that she did not— scratch that, does not— deserve any form of tactlessness thrown at her. In fact, no one deserves to be on the receiving end of crude opinions dictated by society. People keep saying how they want a beautiful, happy world to live in and yet they thrive in trivial, asinine notions and remarks, somehow always finding something amiss in others, but quite surprisingly, never in themselves.

I’m reblogging her post because it has to be known that carafunk is (and I say this without bias) one of the very few women I actually know who is genuinely just as beautiful inside as she is outside, no matter what her size. One who always manages to see the beauty in everything and creates such pretty, pretty things, whether with her hands, her mouth, her brain, her soul. I pity any heartless creature who deems otherwise.