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What up everyone? I'm still here.
I feel like I'm stuck in a rut. In every way possible. I hate routines but I can't seem to kick them to the curb.
I woke up today feeling great. I wasn't thinking about all the tiny things I'd like to change. Aren't the imperfections what make us...us? There are some people who can't stand these imperfections and go the plastic surgery route. If it ain't broke, don't fix it, as I always say (I never say that). I'm not really sure about Islam's stance on plastic surgery, but I hear cosmetic surgery is haram. I would personally never do it, but I do know a sister that has. She was getting a lot of crap for it. She wasn't all of a sudden flaunting her stuff, she was still the same modest person. I don't think anyone should judge because only the person and Allah(swt) know their true intentions.
Every place has their own standards of beauty, but everyone's beautiful in their own way.
Here are some well known beauties.
L to R: Marilyn Monroe, Angelina Jolie, Aishwarya Rai, Ziyi Zhang, Halle Berry
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And here are everyday beauties.
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note to self: learn how to put pictures in a layout that isn't hideous.
I think that's about as insightful as it gets from my end, so have a BEAUTIFUL day!
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Why am I listening to "Ana Haifa"? No, I'm not tied up and as a form of torture being forced to listen to this. I question my taste sometimes. I'm jealous that I would never be able to record a song titled "I am Janny!" and pass it off as music.
side note: Gosh, she's gorgeous. Plastic surgery and all, but I'll save that topic for another day.
...I caught myself today having a conversation with this blog. In my head, of course. *I'm not crazy, I swear*
Blog: Where have you been?
Janny: Out...
Blog: You're lying! You've been writing other blogs, haven't you?
Janny: No, You don't understand. I've just been busy. (runs off crying)
I need to get out.
In other non-news, I found my diary from high school. After I read it, I proceeded to shred it up. If anyone ever read it, I might have been the first person to die from embarrassment. It was absolutely ridiculous.
I'm off to an old acquaintance of mine's baby shower. I actually haven't spoke to her in a few years. Maybe she just wants the gifts.
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Dear creepy old man,
I don't know you very well (or at all) and I don't want to just flatter myself, but I think you might be stalking me. Now, before you get defensive, I see the way you happen to walk out your door the second I walk out of mine. The way you're always the person behind me in the grocery line. The fact that you mutter incoherently isn't really helping your case. I just want to let you know, don't ever try anything more than stalking. I've been working out and I can whoop your butt any day (except Sunday, I do laundry). Although, I hope we won't ever have to come to that point.
sincerely,
Janny.
Do you ever see those hijabis that are business up top, party on the bottom? You know, they wear hijab but also wear skinny jeans and tight tops? And you ask yourself, "what's the point of wearing hijab if they're gonna be dressed like that?"
Confession time: I'm that hijabi.
My name is Janny and I'm a skinny-jean-aholic. (Doesn't it just roll off the tongue?) Realizing you have a problem is the first step, right?
After high school, I never really let the tight clothes go. The thing is, I don't even want to be dressed like that anymore. I never really had a problem with what I wore. I thought it was acceptable. I realized it wasn't when a friend of mine asked if I would go to the mosque with her. I said no because I couldn't go dressed like that. Then I sat myself down and questioned myself. If I can't go to the mosque dressed like that, should I even be dressed like that?
I feel naked. Aside from covering my skin, I am naked. I also see the side-eyed looks I get from other woman, secretly shaking their heads. I just give them my best "Woman, please. You don't even know me!" look and try to scare them into looking away.
I do, on rare occasions, wear abayas. And I feel beautiful. I also feel kinda awkward. I don't want to go full on abaya, though.
How 'bout I start wearing looser clothing and work my way up to full time abaya? Deal.
After hours of trying to figure out this whole blogger thing, I have a layout that doesn't make me want gouge my eyes out. Mad respect to all you bloggers, 'cause I think I lost a few brain cells trying to figure it all out. "Why did I even try this blog thing out?" I caught myself thinking. Well, lemme start from the beginning. I once googled "abaya styles" and I happened to land across a ton of blogs. One thing led to another (this is starting to sound like a dirty affair), and I found myself following some blogs. Now, occasionally, there would be no new posts and I would have too much time on my hands. Me + a lot of time = trouble. I would find myself on a Wikipedia page about mice. I wouldn't even remember how I got there. It was like I internet blacked-out. Anywho, I'll write whenever I have time ('cause, you know, I'm sooo busy).
L8r y'all.
And yes, I speak like I'm out of a terrible 90s movie.