Cheer Yo'Self

Uniqlo Oversized Blouse (similar), Vintage Cheer Skirt (similar), K-Swiss Classic's, Givenchy 'Antigona' Small Bag

Let's start with - Yes - this is a cheerleading skirt. No - it is not my cheerleading skirt from High School. I got it from a vintage shop on Melrose. Yes. I actually was a cheerleader in High School. Cool. Now that that's over, in light of this outfit (which I think is super fun and nostalgic and youthful and at the same time sophisticated, but that's not the point) let's talk about being your own cheerleader. Yes, I'm in this lord-knows-how-long search for happiness and self acceptance. Which, is what we're all doing yea (don't lie to yourself, I wont judge you)? So being the sarcastic asshole that I am - I tend to be pretty self deprecating at times. In my defense, I must say when you're a naturally funny person and able to notice your flaws, but make that shit funny to where you actually laugh - is hard to resist. I legit make myself laugh at the jokes I make about my body. However, on the very real tip self deprecation can get dark and ugly really quick. Let's not EVEN talk about how real it gets around that time of month. So, I've really tried to become my own cheerleader lately. Like say positive shit about myself to myself - wow. Yes, I feel super stupid and dorky when I say things like "You are beautiful" or "I love myself and all my flaws", I literally feel like a dumb ass. However, as silly as one may feel doing these exercises, it's very necessary for self-esteem. Which, to me needs to be instilled into you from birth until 13 or you're fucked on that uphill battle for the rest of your life (that's a theory of mine, I'll save it for for another time). Anywho, I'm working on the little cheerleader inside. Ya know, positive affirmation vids on Youtube, writing "I AM" statements in a journal in the morning, Being Mary Jane style post it notes on my mirror - the entire "you must love yourself before you can truly love" bit. I must admit, it's hard letting go of old ways. I'm sort of going through separation anxiety. My self-deprecation has comforted me in my worse moments. The jokes I tell about myself? Um, THEE best. What am I gonna do with all that material? This goes to show pain truly can  be comfort to humans - wild. Nobody got time for that though. I have no sure fire results right now, but that's not how life works, does it? It takes time and commitment... -_-. I'm here for it though, because what's the harm in being you own cheerleader?

With Love,

Sunny

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