SO MUCH RESPECT FOR THIS LADY! . DARINA i 6 or known as manyofus on word press, lives with an illness called dissociative identity disorder. Even more respect for her because she digs rap and hip hop.
hihi everybudy it me darina and i am six i maked this video and i introduced myself and i want share it to you all here it is i hope you all like it❤ darina i six
My beliefs haven’t changed. I do believe in the content of my posts. I just want to say that I also have shit days when I don’t feel so accepting of my looks and body and the rest of all that is me. I also want validation through superficial social media websites. The last two days have been pretty fucking miserable. Usually exercise, blogging, interacting with blogs, volunteering, working on new projects and finding ways to be positive with one or two of ‘mothers little helpers; help shift the doom and gloom.
Got to give me a break.
Talk and write the truth. This usually works. Write -freestyle it and post. Don’t check if someone may or may not like what I have to say. Minimum editing. None if possible. Small spell check. Hit the publish button, making sure I have attached all files titled ‘vacuous negative energy’ to it, blast it into the blogosphere -somewhere- all the words unravel and collide with an Infinitum of other unread words.
They may or may not get read. Usually, people who enjoy jigsaw puzzles get these kinds of posts. Guess what? I hate jigsaws!
Bit blunt? Sure?
I guess the whole aim of this post is to free myself -Let it all hang out.
So, yeah. I’ not happy and self-accepting all the time. I work at it and I don’t give up. I’m not one dimensional.
I try to give Happiness and Self-acceptance a secure bosom to lie their heads against. I don’t want doubt, negativity and self hate to nestle it’s way onto my bosom and go
“Oh look tits! We are gonna suck every last drop of Happiness and Self-acceptance out of them until they a flaccid, wrinkled and bruised.”
Villainous laughter like “mwahwhwhahahaha” or some other shit. Then they take my head full of shit and slam dunk it. Yes, those three.
They will make me think that me accepting myself and being happy can’t happen outside my mind. They will try and repress the independence of my native tongue. They will find a way to make my rediscovered language seem like a myth– folklore…
It never happened.
There were never words such as Happiness and Self-acceptance. There was never a language that was not approved by them.
This is why I won’t stop writing empowering posts. Like ‘body image awareness’. Yes, I agree when I try and speak this language, sometimes, I feel like an idiot, a foreigner. I quickly lose my confidence when I pronounce it wrong. Use it in the ‘wrong’ context. Oh, how quick my enthusiasm to live freely is so quickly caught up in a net -stenched in mockery and jibes. HOW DARE I?
DARE OR TRUTH? I DO BOTH.
I fight to be happy -truly happy- no superficial bullshit
I fight to love my body and me- no superficial bullshit
Always keeping it real
Okay, so I’ve pretty much turned away from celeb culture media etc… I don’t read magazines , watch T.V -look at what is in. I go with my own style. In these last 5 years where I don’t know/ care to know who I should be following looks/music/lifestyle wise – what is the best shade of hair colour to have, shoes to wear. I have come to terms with me and my reflection.
When I see a picture of me or me ready to go out . These days I’m impressed with the person smiling back. I go out looking good and feeling good and laughing and connecting with people in a true, authentic way. I’m truly happier these days. A recent post I published Perfectly flawed where I put a pic up of me and my new found acceptance of my flawed teeth. Basically, I took a pic of myself with my new phone to check out how good the camera is and the pic I most liked was the one I was showing my true self. I see that is what makes me me and I am beautiful.
I see girls trying to cover up their freckles and skin colour. Their eyebrows! Girls have walking caterpillars plastered on too their faces these days. What the hell? What did I miss? and thank fuck for it. Their beautiful complexions. Hiding what truly makes them tick and the self hatred is clear and furious and I feel pity. I feel anger that my sisters don’t seem to be waking up quickly enough to the Western disease of ‘ you are not right – never will be.. unless you look… wear …. do…. ‘
I feel free that I am not caught up too much in that whole superficial world any more and when I start to doubt that I may be deluding myself .I receive the most incredible feedback from Eve Messenger who introduces me to a new philosophy.
I am not deluded. I am enlightened. This concept of embracing my flaws is one that is alive and already out there. I put myself out there, stayed with it and found my flow spin out in a new positive direction. The more I challenge societies expectations of what it is to be a happy me living in my world, the more I have become open to how wonderful and amazing I truly am.
Embrace wabi sabi – no, not that green stuff you eat with sushi but just as soul cleansing and refreshing.
Join me in the wabi sabi revolution. Dare to be you!
Before you say she wants attention. Read on.
For years I have hated my teeth and most of my looks. Two days I ago I was messing with my new phone and took a few selfies and my fave pic is the one with me and perfectly flawed teeth. It’s what makes me unique.
Why didn’t I have this insight and inner confidence years ago? Time to embrace the now.
What it beauty? Whatever you choose to find.