onsdag 11 april 2012

Second Time Around...

I just thought of something: I'm all about second chances and I don't want anyone to accuse me of jumping the gun or using big, fancy words without thinking things through. So, my boycott of Gina Tricot--is it really fair? Well, considering that it's only roughly just 6 months since they last used crazily deformed mannequins and were questioned about their views on female beauty--I think it's fair to say that they got their chance...

Here's the picture from 2011 and here and here are the articles to go with it from Aftonbladet & GP!

The answers given by people representing Gina Tricot has this far been far, far from satisfying! Join me in a silent protest--buy your clothes elsewhere (and remember--Lindex is no better...) and support a healthier view on beauty!

Here's To Us!

I need to finish this day with some kind of celebration, a toast to all the beautiful people out there and what better way to do that than with a song with the most talented person I've ever seen or heard: Ms Lea Michele from the amazing cast of Glee?

So, Here's To Us!


I Hope We Will Follow...

No, the urge to go out on an evening jog/walk disappeared somewhere between work and the apartment and was replaced by nausea and freezing... Much nicer, don't you think? Well, as long as I go out tomorrow and on Saturday, I haven't messed up my schedule and that's what's important. So instead we'll make tea and watch an episode of The X-Files, then making it an early night I think.

In today's Metro (Swedish edition) there is a great column by Hillevi Wahl, following the debacle about the emaciated mannequin at Gina Tricot, and you can read it here!
I was so glad to read that Israel will lead the way to a healthier and brighter future for all of us, no matter what we may look like, by being the first country in the world to ban the usage of models with a BMI below 18,5. The ban means that magazines aren't allowed to use models that skinny and neither are they welcome on the runway, of course this has caused an uproar amongst the models themselves! They claim that many of them are that skinny by nature and can't help it and though it may very well be so and there's nothing wrong with that--only 5 % of the population belong to that group and Israel have chosen to legislate for the greater part of their population in this case.
This is one step, and as small as it may be, it gives me hope. Hope that we can start to make something good, to turn a bad trend around and open up for new possibilities. I hope we'll find ourselves in a world where the majority of women (and men of course) can feel good about themselves, a world were fashion-designers make clothes that actually fit normal people and a more forgiving and accepting world.
As Hillevi says--we are often praised for our beautiful women in Sweden and I agree fully, I just wish that they all could see it themselves.

It is often said that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, and though that may be true--it would be much better if it didn't. If we all were able to feel beautiful regardless of what others think or say, maybe a foolish hope? But a fool's hope is still better than no hope at all, don't you think?

Looking Forward to It!

I think I'm on to something, something really good! Like a lasting habit... See, all day I've been thinking about this evening when I get to go out for my jog/walk! I hope the feeling remains throughout the day and that it isn't overshadowed by the need to just sit close to Anders on the sofa... =D

tisdag 10 april 2012

The Sweet Scent Of...

I'm a huge fan of  candles and I also connect scents with memories easily, so scented candles are one of my favorite things when it comes to "decorating" at home. When I discovered Yankee Candles--I thought someone was yanking my tail, they are absolutely amazing!!! So, if you have a birthday or other festivities coming up--there's a big chance I might give you one of these amazing candles.

You can buy them at Yankee Candle Sweden, UK or US, and these are my favorites:

Cherry Blossom

Home Sweet Home

Evening Air

Clean Cotton

Sweet Honeysuckle

Which one is or will become YOUR favorite this spring?

The Love of My Life...

Today we've been us for 6 months... That's so strange, I could've sworn it was longer, like 6 years or something.

I wasn't going to meet anybody, I was going to be single for at least a year, after breaking up a 5 year long relationship. I just registered on that dating-site for fun, just to talk, maybe a casual date someday, nothing serious. I was about to end my membership as well, when I got a very special e-mail, from a guy who really knew how to write. I was intrigued, from the first line there was a very special feeling and even though I wasn't supposed to get in to anything, I was trapped. After that, things went from bad to worse, so to speak. With every mail, every line, each time we chatted, then each text: I was reeled in tighter and tighter until at last there was only one way to find out. Talking on the phone. I already knew that his language sent shivers down my spine, but the voice is so important to me... I was scared that I wouldn't like his voice and being the brave man that he is, he tried to catch me off guard, by calling 15 minutes before the appointed time! =) I was in the shower and missed his call... I went outside and walked to a small park nearby, where I called him up again and held my breath. I think I held it for a good while after he started talking, not daring to break the magic spell that obviously was at work that night. For I loved his voice. It was every bit as amazing as I had hoped and dreamed, strong and absolutely enchanting. So we talked. For 6 hours straight and we've kept talking ever since, never running out of things to talk about. Anders has this amazing gift of being able to talk about ANYTHING and still make it interesting! Fascinating! I really think he should work as a teacher, he could teach any subject and I know that his pupils would adore him.

Anyways, after one week of talking for hours on the phone, we had decided that I should come down to Kalmar where he lived at the time. I had told him all of my quirks and he fulfilled all the "qualifications" I had given myself the luxury of coming up with... Still, the butterflies were ENORMOUS! I packed the dogs and drove for 2,5 hours to get to his place in Kalmar. I called him when I parked on his street and I walked out towards his door. He came out and we started running and without thinking about the greatness of it--I ran in to the arms of the man I'd spend the rest of my life with. But after that week-end, that was crystal-clear. Since then, it's been us. Has it only been 6 months? I can't imagine life without him and he makes me the best I can be.

And all those months before he moved here, my crazy little break-down that week before he came here for good--thinking that I needed the apartment to myself a little longer... I laugh now, it seems so stupid.  The day his things moved in to our apartment was fantastic, just as every day since he wrote his way in to my heart!
I was always so scared of the future, but now I really look forward to it, all of it! I've been lucky enough to find my other half, the one person in the world that I'm supposed to be with and now I believe that there is one person out there for all of us--but not everybody finds their person. Sadly, because I think this world would be much better if everyone did find their perfect match. I know I'm a much better person since I found Anders, or he found me, and I wake up everyday wanting to be even better--the best I can possibly be.
I feel braver and more competent since I met him, because even if I don't manage all the things I want to do--I know that I get to come home to Anders every day and he will still love me no matter what.

And that's all that really matters.

I love you more than anything!

måndag 9 april 2012

It Hurts To See...

This mannequin was displayed in the window of Gina Tricot's store at Sergelgatan in Stockholm

It makes me furious and so freaking sad that this is what young girls have to see when shopping for clothes on a daily basis!!! I mean--the ribs??? Give me a show of hands all of you who think this looks seriously good! No wonder so many of us feel bad about our weight or looks! I might be just a wee bit biased (or some might think: jealous...), but this is wrong. All the guys I've talked to say they think it looks disgusting, but it might still affect young girls negatively and the CEO says it's supposed to be a size 36 EU/6 US. Why does it always have to be a size 6? What's wrong with size 8 or 10? When will we accept the fact that we all look different and be "allowed" to feel good about ourselves just the way we are? I'm trying to loose weight due to health-issues and because I want to, not because I want to look like a skeleton mannequin... Not that I ever could, my bone-structure won't allow it!
I know several women who have suffered from eating disorders and though I strongly feel that we all are responsible for taking care of ourselves and our bodies--this is not the way to teach us that we are perfect just the way we are. And I do believe that we aren't more than humans and we do get affected by what we see, what we read, what we hear. I for one hate shopping! I was never a huge fan of it, but since my weight-gain 5 years back--it's gone from a lack of interest to some small kind of phobia for me. I know that the clothes I think look great won't fit, they never make them in my size. Let's not even get started on jeans. I love jeans, but Levi's and Diesel have never made jeans for girls with lots of jelly... =) Just saying'. Kim Kardashian has not changed that fact and maybe she and J.Lo can get their jeans custom-fit, but most of us can't and therefore we have to settle for old ladies "jeans" at KappAhl... Not a lot of fun I can tell you... 
A few years back, Lindex (read an article here) launched a collection of clothes called "Affordable Luxury" by designer Ewa Larsson--this collection was only made in sizes Small and Medium with the explanation that for larger sizes they would have had to make totally different clothes!!! Since then, I have never sat my foot in a Lindex store. My silent protest which will now expand to Gina Tricot. I think it's so tragic, I'm lacking words for how I feel, but for the 13-year old me who cried herself to sleep after days of mockery at school--I have to do something!
I dream of creating my own collection of clothes one day, one where all sizes are available, where the right to look fantastic isn't limited to a number. I've already thought up a name for it: Wicked Beauty by Wallin Bååth, how's that for a name?!?