Even your worst days only have 24 hours.

Should we let others dictate how we look…

Even your worst days only have 24 hours.
I go back & worth with that question in mind – assuming your boyfriend likes your hair a certain way, or color, should you actually keep it that way only to please him ? Even though, it might not be a true reflection of who you are, or want to be.

I feel like for women, anything that has to do with our looks is so important to us, because that’s how we express ourselves. The patriarchal society tends to repress women’s freedom, voice and of course their appearance.

Most men will not understand how it is an every day challenge for a woman to let herself be. They’ve been raised in an unfair world that benefits them, so they think even how a woman keeps their hair or dresses up, is a due to them.

The reality that needs to be spoken out, is that it’s not. Women have let themselves be submissive over the generations, mostly out of a survival instinct. Which is totally comprehensible… we are also the nurturing souls, and if we cannot please a man enough, then how are we supposed to birth families.

But we are not slaves to their needs. We have to listen to what we want, because they don’t. If you like yourself the way you are, then stop listening to whoever is trying to change you to benefit them. You’re going to end up like a broken doll that doesn’t even recognize who they are anymore.

Your mom did not give you life, so that you would sacrifice it to an underserving man. You are not the victim to women’s past. You will rise for yourself, and for us, and we will put an end in time to men suffocating us. Be proud to be a woman, and act strongly by choosing what suits you.

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I was born to be wild (but only until 9 PM or so)

I love hanging out with my sisters

I was born to be wild (but only until 9pm or so)
When I’m not feeling my best, I know I can always count on my sisters to cheer me up. We’ll do hangouts for fun, shopping sprees, restaurant dates, urban exploration or big ass vacay and even karaoke nights !… whatever we choose to do, it always brings good laughter and a high dose of craziness. We’re best friends and always there to support each other.

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Your worth is not measured by your productivity

I can’t stop eating, the food in Paris is freaking delicious

Your worth is not measured by your productivity
I didn’t have the best of days… I got a pretty severe anxiety attack at work this afternoon. Which was totally random, and I didn’t really know what was causing it, but the more I think about it & I realize it’s because of all the unnecessary pressure I am putting on my shoulders – I meditated to get me through it.

I love that I have people that believe in me, because at some point I stopped believing in myself, and that makes me sad… unfortunely some have what may seem like high expectations. I’m just trying my best, and I can’t be who I’m not. I know what makes me happy, and what doesn’t, and I don’t want to force myself to go against my spirits. Because that’s actually how you destroy yourself, and I’m in a healing process.

All I know is, I am getting back on my feet. You can’t imagine the feeling of sensing my being been born again. I just hope I will make some proud… sometimes I feel like you’re kinda the only ones who care about my journey, on this blog or whatever – and I need to thank you for that.

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I’m in LA b*tch !

We’ve lost it…

I have to warn you that this video is out of control. There are bloopers from our one-month vacation to Los Angeles… and other shenanigans. I guess insane is the new normal – says me.

If you enjoy binging stupid self-made videos I invite you to go
to my YouTube channel.

If you’d rather catch my more aesthetic work, head
to my Vimeo profile !

PS – I’m probably gonna stop using Vimeo since you can’t upload a video unless you pay for it. I’m a struggling wannabe artist, so this ain’t gonna do it. But you can still see my oldies there.

It’s okay, you just forgot who you are. Welcome back !

Sunsets in Paris be like…

It's okay, you just forgot who you are. Welcome back !
I love Summer. In twenty days or so, I’m leaving on a well deserved one-month vacation – again, I know what you’re thinking. I love taking an entire month vacay because then it feels like a real break, anything less than that is never enough.

I’m going to visit my family in Serbia – I honestly can’t wait ! In the meantime, I’m gonna enjoy this awesome weather in Paris.

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