March 2010
22 posts
MARCH PROMPT!!
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This month I want you to tell me something you love about being a girl. Be as specific as you like — body parts, experiences, talents, qualities, anything at all. I want to see you all loving your femininity, and telling me exactly why. Show me why you think it kicks ass to be female.
The due date this month will be March 30, so get crackin’!
Thank you SO MUCH to all of my February posters!
Everything I received was absolutely beautiful. You guys should all be proud.
Feel free to scroll through all the following entries, and check out everyone’s art!
Who Am I?
I am young. I am naïve. I am crazy. I am strong. I am in love, at least I think. I am everything you ever wanted. I do things that will make you laugh. I will do my best. I say things that never should have been said. I won’t let you see me at my weakest point. I am here. And I am me.
Ashley Broadway
Lift me up to the Heavens knows I can’t get up off my Ashes of memories and pain long Gone with the wind or the sound of My panic is nothing to the beauty of my Heart, which I heard Runneth me over with conviction to Hold onto me tight with a hope that is Floating like a wisp of hair after an electric Shock that I had so much faith in a Boy was I a fool to a let him touch me, to fold him...
I am strong because I can speak, I can say no, And yes, And be heard above the noise.
I am strong because I can stop, Intolerance and injustice, Worrying, just to feel the spin of the earth, And appreciate the beauty of the world.
I am strong because I can feel, The wind caress my skin, The sun illuminate the waves of my hair, And the splendor of the moment.
I am strong because I can express,...
I am strong. I am strong because my feet stay planted on the ground. I am strong because I will always go down fighting. I am strong because I know what’s worth dying for. I am strong because you can not force me to cave to your demands. I am strong because I know the power of my own voice. I am strong because I maintain the power of my convictions. I am strong because I will not retreat...
You walk out the door, expecting me to follow
To always be behind you, one step at a time
Maybe, I’m tired of never being wanted
If I stopped chasing you, would it be a crime?
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You glance back, expecting me to be there
You want me to forever be your back up plan
You realized that I have gone my own way
And a path without you, has just began
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You never knew my strengths, just my flaws
I’m tired...
Revelation 18:2
When kingship descends again from heaven I will be there. This is not a love song, darling, nor a legal doom and this is no honest prayer. But if
These lips slip perjuries as impious kisses, the sun will tinder me an idol—glowing and unspeakably scarred, palms held open to cup at silent fire. This just sun— a mere halo of your immutability, a slick gold halo grazing my...
The City
you would never be ready to settle in...
he’s why i’m strong. he’s why i’ve had to fight for who i am, and has made me realize so many more things about life in my short 18 years; things i would’ve NEVER realized in a whole lifetime if he wasn’t a part of my life, if things didn’t happen the way they did. Although some of the happenings were not ideal, they’ve made me who i am. and...
February 2010
1 post
2 tags
FEBRUARY PROMPT!!!
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After a lengthy and heartbreaking hiatus, I Think You’re Gorgeous is back with a vengeance. You’re welcome.
This month, I’d like you to send me art that tells me why you’re strong. Every one of us is a badass in a different way, so be proud and let it shine! Physically, mentally, emotionally, whatever. Show me your strength.
The due date this month will be...
November 2009
18 posts
Thank you, everyone!
I SO appreciate the entries I received for November’s prompt! These are all amazing, passionate, and gorgeous. Congratulations.
Browse around, look at other girls’ art, and enjoy the wonderful things you created to show me something you love about yourself.
Standing Naked at the Mirror
This is the moment in which I am red-haired breathing insecure naked pale tall strong passionate tentative exposed
This is the moment in which I am scared scary laughing glowing slender curved lengthy broken unstable unstoppable
This is the moment in which I am a flower the breeze my heartbeat a melody my words this mirror the full moon my flesh your skin a sunrise
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I walk through the station, clutching my bag close to my body. I wipe my nose on the edge of my sleeve; it’s colder than it should be for a November this year. I board the tram and take a seat near the window, watching trees burst through long stretches of concrete tunnel. The ride always reminds me of it; the melodic drawling, “I always get lost when I leave the village, so I couldn’t come meet...
When I was little I used to hate my red hair, but now I love it. I get so much attention from it and that is really cool. It makes me feel different and I like that. If I had to stick in with the norm I would be the most unhappy person ever.
Savannah Conroy
When you caught me in the garden, I do confess that I was waiting for you with my little wicker basket full of enigmas and wax Madonna’s When you caught me in the garden, the moon was just a sickle-shaped child, and its little beams crushed my heart with the force of yawning giants and looming folklore When you caught me in the garden, my lips were coated with velvet lies and thousand-year-old...
I love my hair. Or rather, I love my lack of hair. My hair is short, shorter then most of the boys I know. It leaves my neck and my ears and my face open for all sorts of scrutiny. But nobody else has hair like mine. It makes me different, it makes me unique. And, if I do say so myself, it’s pretty damn attractive as well. I stand out, and for once I’m glad for it. It gives me a definition of who...
I know that I am beautiful But sometimes I need help remembering. Like that my hair is beautiful Because it’s shiny like copper And soft like bunny fur And frames my face perfectly.
I know that I am beautiful But sometimes I need help remembering. Like that my eyes are beautiful Because they turn brown when I wear red And burn green when I cry And glitter when I’m happy. I know that I am...
