The end of summer is always feel like the end of an era, the end of something profound and resonant. Something that beckons a sort of farewell. You can feel the melancholy of summer, unlike any other season. You never feel gloomy at the end of fall, and the end of winter tends to bring new hope with the blossom of spring. But the end of summer is sad, it's delicate.
Everyone wants to capture the beauty of the end--they want to take a snapshot of that very moment when they realized the next couple of weeks would bring change.
The end of summer was spent in Portland, Oregon. I visited my sister and we explored endlessly. I wanted to capture those moments--my end of summer moments.
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Can I just say, it takes a lot of effort to be perfect. The Oxford Dictionary defines 'perfect' as "having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be; free from any flaw or defect in condition or quality."
In other words, flawless. To be perfect is to be flawless.
Yup, that's what the magazines tell us, that's what TV tells us, that's what everyone tells us. You gotta get rid of all your flaws, honey. Lose that tummy fat because it's a flaw. Ditch the curly hair because it's a flaw. Why is everything that is natural on a woman's body a flaw???
I once watched a Buzzfeed titled, "Women's Ideal Body Types Throughout History." In short, it was eye-opening. It proved that beauty is subjective--let me rephrase that: perfection is subjective. Look at the title of the video; they used the word 'ideal.' I'm a stickler for words, so let's go back to the good 'ole Oxford Dictionary; 'ideal' is defined as both a noun (a person or thing regarded as perfect) or an adjective (satisfying one's conception of what is perfect).
Idealized perfection. That's what women have been told to strive for. Since the dawn of time, there's been a model to which we need to alter our bodies and minds to fit.
I was scrolling through Instagram the other day and came across girls my age with thousands of followers. I thought to myself (very bitterly, I'll admit), "of course they're famous. It easy when you're that skinny." I didn't think it nicely; I didn't not care. No, I said it in such a way that my words dripped with venom and self-loathing.
Why? you may ask.
Because I don't look like that in the mirror. And there are dark days when I come to equate beauty to this new model: a very skinny, svelte girl, perfectly curvy, with just the right amount of bust. She rocks the hell out of a bikini (I'm sure you all have an idea of the girl).
The Buzzfeed video showed women of all shapes and sizes. Apparently, the model for beauty wasn't always a size 0. And I'm not trying to shame anyone that is a size 0. I'm not here to shame anyone. Please understand that. I'm here trying to figure out why I feel self-conscious that my stomach is soft and pliable. Why does that bother me? It shouldn't. It's the marker of a healthy young woman. My doctor told me I am in the perfect bracket of BMI considering my height and my weight. So why does beauty trump health?
It shouldn't. When everything's on the line--when it really matters--beauty doesn't. Health does. Cliche as it is, beauty fades, we get fat, wrinkles set in. And all we want is to be in good health.
I'm writing this because I am a confident young woman with many doubts. I stare in the mirror and narrow my eyes at my reflection. But I also have to remember that no one's perfect. Because we are not. If they look perfect on a screen, it's because they have the number to a really good doctor. Flaws are inevitable. Flaws build character, and character offers personality.
I hope that the standard of today's beauty changes in the next coming years because it can get brutal. It can get insidious and toxic. The standard of beauty should be individualistic; like a favorite ice cream flavor. I love strawberry, you love chocolate. No questions asked; no dieting or plastic surgery necessary.
Click on the video to watch Buzzfeed's "Women's Ideal Body Types Throughout History."
I've always wanted to make a bouquet! There's something beautiful about putting together a bundle of gorgeous blooms, releasing the fragrance of each flower. I once ready a book where the protagonist was a botanist, and I was so inspired by the thought that goes into each arrangement. I was also fascinated with the meanings of every bloom. It's on the bucket list to read an entire book on flowers, but for my first trial at a bouquet, I think I did a pretty damn fine job. Enjoy!
Journaling has always been an immeasurable therapeutic process for me. I love to write my thoughts down and express my wishes and hopes in the form of journal entries. It's also become an art form, and I love approaching each spread from a different angle. Here are some of my favorite pages from my Moleskine!
More often than not, you can find Nicole cooking in the kitchen.
Today, she’s preparing sesame-crusted chicken. Her cooking fills the kitchen with a heady and delicious smelling aroma (Goodness, I hope she's sharing whatever it is she's making!) We sat down for a chat and talked about how hard it is to have a young woman's voice heard and respected in today's day.
Millennial Monologues: How do you feel being a millennial woman?
Nicole Lynn: (starts singing “I’m Not a Girl, Not Yet a
Woman by Britney Spears) Hahaha. To be honest, I don’t know. It’s weird
because I personally identify as a millennial, but it’s weird that some people
don’t consider 1997 as “millennial.” And I don’t identify with Gen-Z's--in a
way, I am like Britney Spears’ song: I’m in the middle. We’re starting senior
year and then I’m not going to be in school anymore, and school is something I’ve
known since I was two years old. I’m feeling a little weird at the moment: like
I’m caught between two big life phases.
Even with dating—I feel like I’m too old, maybe “not fresh
enough” for the guys in college but yet when I try dating in the real world, I’m
“too immature”.
MM:Is that something that frustrates you?
NL: Yes! I feel
like I’m an old woman! (laughs) I texted a friend about planning a Mamma Mia marathon and a Greek-inspired
dinner, drinking wine and falling asleep before 10pm. That is my ideal night!
But back to the question, yes, I’ve always felt frustrated. I always had older
friends, and didn’t truly connect with people my age. I think I come across as
intimidating for people my age—which is hilarious. There are still so many
things I don’t know how to do: I don’t know my Social Security (I have the last
4 digits memorized at least, so take
that, Mom!), I don't know how to put air in my tires. It sucks when people are blinded by your age, because I feel it
really hinders me—and I’m not assertive at all, I’m scared of stepping on toes.
MM:In which sphere of your life do you feel
most misunderstood?
NL: I think it’s
my social life. I don’t know if it’s because I don’t have social queues, and I’ll
go up to someone and say, “Hi, I’m Nicole! How you doing?” and I’ll try to find
out their life story. I know that’s weird, but it’s just that I’m so out and
open–and that’s maybe what comes across as intimidating. But don’t be fooled. I
am not the most confident person out there; I’m just like a golden retriever,
and I love interacting with people. And I think that’s really frightening and
off-putting for some people.
And I guess with love and dating, I think—as sucky as it is—it’s
really off-putting to be with someone who knows what they want. And it can come across as aggressive. Like, I was talking to this
guy on an app, and he called me aggressive when I tried to schedule a date
after we had been talking for a couple of days. We were talking a little bit,
and the jokes I was making were going straight over his head. First of all, for me, you have
to have a sliver of a soul, or personality and I don’t think this guy had it. So,
dating has been pretty much nonexistent. I feel like people rely on the
confidence that a tiny screen offers, but the truth is, a lot of the guys today
are assholes, and act ways that they hope will lead to a no-strings attached
hook-up. It’s frustrating—call me old-fashioned, but I’d rather meet someone
out. I feel like you really only get to know a person when you meet them in person; you could talk to someone for
hours over a screen, and not know what they’re doing besides that.
MM:What’s your biggest trip-up about being a
young woman in this world.
NL: I think, for
me personally, it's not being assertive enough. And we can’t control how people
perceive us. I’m afraid that if I’m too assertive I’ll piss someone off, and put
a sour taste in their mouth. But as I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized that if
you say what’s on your mind—if you think your opinion is worth hearing and that
person doesn’t care what you have to say, or is put off by it—then, (sensitive readers,
avert your eyes!) fuck them! I think if I had learned that earlier, I would
have gotten out of some sticky situations, and made life a lot easier.
MM:In your opinion, what’s the one topic that
Millennial women need to start having conversations about?
NL: I definitely think
that asserting yourself—and that can happen in any aspect of your life: your
work, your family, your love life, whatever it is, asserting yourself with what
you’re uncomfortable with and pushing back if people try to violate your space. And I think
we’ve made moves to talk about that with the #MeToo movement. I think we should
be teaching guys not to assault girls (Whew!
What a concept!)There are so many situations women find themselves in
where we need to assert ourselves and push back. Just the other night, we were
at a bar, and this creepy guy kept hitting on me and trying to buy me a drink
and I kept saying “No.” But he kept looking and cajoling, “ Oh, you look sad.
Like you’re not having a fun time. Smile for me.” And maybe if I had gotten
angrier and been more assertive he would have gotten the message. But I was
scared to make a scene, and I felt that would be worse. And that’s a wrong
perception, and I’m trying hard to work on it.
MM: Let’s lighten the mood with our last
question: what’s your spirit animal?
NL: A golden retriever. No, I change my mind. I’m a mama
bear. No, is there any animal that is the mixture of the two? Maybe a mother
wolf? Is that like a hybrid of a golden retriever and a mama bear? Because that’s
what I think I would be. I’m a mother bear because I’m so fiercely protective of
my family and friends. And a golden retriever because I’m so cuddly hahaha! I have this long fluffy blond
hair, and I’m a lovable cuddly human.
You know that feeling you get, when you're at peace with yourself and the world? When your insides just settle and you don't torn in any particular direction? I feel like that at the beach. The smell of the hot sand and the sounds of the crashing waves, and the hot and humid heat calms me down. It's my happy, zen place. And yesterday was not a let down. It was hot and sunny--and sure, it was mixed with intermittent sun showers, but it was divine.
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