Showing posts with label self-esteem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label self-esteem. Show all posts

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Tangibles #3

(i'm really proud of this one. i haven't written something like this in a while, but when i did, it felt wonderful)


early 20s.
that's the time right?
the time to start looking,
for a job.
a life.
a love.
it's expected.
the cut off date is about 24.
never been kissed? at 25?
you're off to a bad start.
welcome to 20,
they say.

early 20s.
this is my time.
to start looking,
for dreams.
for places.
for goals.
don't worry,
i've been kissed many times.
by the sweet smell of libraries
by the ranges of pages in my journal.

so come here 20,
let's share a spot on the ride through life.
but here's the thing,
i take my time looking through the windows.
i get lost in the blur outside.
and i never give up my seat for someone else.
in other words,
i travel it slow.
that's what I say.


-angelica delucca


Friday, December 12, 2014

For The Record...a dermatologist diary

THE CURE FOR ALL THE WORLD'S PROBLEMS IS CALLED DOVE SOAP PEOPLE. DOVE SOAP.

I might not have been at a Victoria's Secret Fashion show last week. That's because I was somewhere better.

Here's my story of one week ago.
It was Thursday, a rainy Thursday.The kind of rainy Thursday with the kind of rain that makes bird poop leak on cars and makes the flowers grow. On that Thursday, I stepped inside a Dermatologist office. (Just for fun, why else?)


Thursday, November 6, 2014

The Image. Photoshop and the Power of a Painted Face.

I read a lot. Sometimes this reading includes magazines. I read a lot of Vogue and high fashion magazines when i'm in supermarkets or have appointments, but who buys those huge things anyways? More than half are advertisements! It's a rip off! Anyway, I have noticed, as a teenage girl, that these advertisements are very specific, almost engineered in a way where the positioning of someone's chin and the alignment of a shoulder makes the picture. Sometimes it's disturbing. The most disturbing part? The fact that other people breeze through these images thinking they are perfectly normal.