the perspective of living small

I’ve changed the tagline for the blog. Let’s face it. This publication is no longer just about beauty and makeup anymore, is it? Did I just call my blog a “publication”? Hello, Miss Uppity!

It has been over two months since we’ve moved to our new apartment. It’s strange but I feel like it’s been longer than that.

I can’t stress how small this place is, even for a one-bedroom. In Eugene, we were living in a 2-bedroom with a garage, separate kitchen and dining area, and a balcony that easily fit a cafe table and chairs. Our new home is a one-bedroom apartment with no balcony. The closet space is minimal and, even after sacrificing most of our clothes, they barely accommodate wardrobes for two people. It is evident that this apartment was designed for one tenant… and maybe a full-time nudist.

I wonder if people pity us for having downsized to such a small space. Would you be surprised to know that I’m extremely happy with the limited space?

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“Draw me with Lindsay Lohan…”

“Draw me with Lindsay Lohan from her Mean Girl days… but with bigger boobs.”

“… I don’t wear blue Speedos!”

Not a very good caricature. It felt good to draw again, though.

The Dried Fish Look Is Apparently In

I love sifting through Japanese Fashion Magazine scans. I download the hell out of the Livejournal community.

One thing that really bugs me, though, is the way they seem to advertise weigh loss solutions. A lot of times, the models employed for “before” and “after” shots start out already being pretty skinny. Their “after” photos look downright unhealthy. I didn’t want to say anything, though. I mean, it’s not like it was enough to stop me from enjoying the magazines for the beauty looks and fashion tips.

And then, I came across this.


excerpt from Jelly, April 2010

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!

ARE. YOU. FUCKING. KIDDING. ME?!?!

162 cm is close to my height. So, she’s around 5’3″. She used to be 47.3 kg, which puts her at slightly above 104 lbs. Now, she’s a glittery-heart-deco’ed 38.7 kg, which is a little over 85 lbs.

EIGHTY-FIVE POUNDS AT FIVE-FOOT THREE.

I’m not pissed at the model for doing this. It’s unpleasant to see her in this state and that she feels such extreme measures were necessary to feel beautiful. However, my rage is not targeted towards her. Nor am I one to judge her since I’m shit at taking care of my own body.

The ones who piss me off are the people who run this fucking magazine, who actually sell this look to young women in their teens and early twenties. They’re telling them, “104 lbs at 5’3 is a big fatty fail and you need to bring it down to a two-digit number. If your breast bones aren’t about ready to break through your skin, there’s something wrong with you.” They’re congratulating this girl on a job well done because she now looks like she’s going to lose her period for good and grow white fuzzy body hair.

Someone please tell me I’m misunderstanding this whole page because I don’t read a word of Japanese. Please?! Is this really considered beautiful in Japan?