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
And here are everyday beauties.
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!
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 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.
I was born some hundred years ago in a...I don't really know where I was headed with that. Let me start over. I happen to be from the wonderful continent that is North America. Stick around and maybe you'll learn more. Mysterious, huh?
