FOOD=BEAUTY.

"This is going to sound real corny and maybe a bit dick-ish…I’ve been coming across a lot of “skinny” blogs. These blogs range from people with goals to be skinny.. to blog’s that inspire people to be skinny by telling them how ugly they are and how sick it makes people..This is the type of bullshit that people are worried about? Be grateful for the flaws you have as a person and an individual. This reminds you that there is always room to grow and develop and advance as a person. Life would be boring and uneventful for those who are perfect..Beauty is an experience, nothing else. It is not a fixed pattern or an arrangement of features. It is something felt, a glow or a communicated sense of fineness. What ails us is that our sense of beauty is so bruised and blunted, we miss all the best..90% of the people that obsess over being “skinny” will never see or meet the goal they plan to because its all their head…and if they do, i bet the debt of things lost will be one that can never be paid off..Anyone can be beautiful, who gives a fuck if everyone sees it..Worry about the people that do and the ones that appreciate it." - EINKARF

to be, or not to be

I've hated school, & officially hated every stage of school I've gone through (twice to be exact, considering I don't have a recollection of my emotional state of mind during kindergarten), with a fire & rage unbeknownst to man. I hate man with above furor as well. But I officially, OFFICIALLY, HATE SCHOOL. Furthermore, I have never sliced, diced, dissected, and twisted a piece of work around so much in my life that I could recite soliloquies upon demand, and I utterly dislike that I like some of the fucked up shit I read from 13th, 14th, 15th, and 16th century literature. I spent the better portion of my month mooning over Hamlet, Kenneth Brannagh, Hawke, and Gibson. Fuck Almereyda. Aren't I a contradiction within a contradiction? A play within itself, yes. You may now call me "Hamlet." Where is my Ophelia? Slap me and tickle my fancy if you have no idea what I'm blabbering about, because I am an English major with no sense of direction :)

By the way, my rack looks huge. It's not that big in real life. I swear, sometimes photos make me out to look better than I really am. Long live false self-expression! Girls with glasses can be sexy too. Eat your heart out.

give 'em FACE honey, xD

She just couldn't handle the poking and the prodding, got a stick and told them all to "FUCK OFF!" Went back to her humble abode and poured herself some tea.

 The rats scurried and the birds cried for mercy. Her big doll eyes and unnatural pout turned ghoulish. "I'll show them all," she murmured.
Sticking her face into the silver gilted mirror so readily available her at her left hand, she daintily applied more blush and cleaned up the edges of her mouth.
 The lights dimmed and for the first time she recognized that she was truly one of a kind, and all alone and made of stone.

 She blinked, hello, and pitied all those who pitied her.
 -Kenita

white snow

 I came out of my hidey-hole after however many days of 6 inch snow & braved the weather to take these shots :( I feel so uninspired lately. Other than that, I really like how some of these came out, it kind of reminds me of an urban magazine ad... if you're going for that sloppy, street look mixed with some edginess? Haha, I never proclaimed myself to be a fashion nerd. But I did style this myself, with Ashlee's help (the model) & look- I can do other people's makeup besides my own! (SCORE :D)

 It's the new year and I'm hoping for some new things to happen in my rather boring life! I hope everyone brought in the new year safe, even though I wasn't quite feeling the whole Christmas & new years vibe. But to those who stick around for my lame posts, thanks so much! I always love coming back to the blogosphere.

Sincerely yours,
Kenita

hey, dark skinned...

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Came up with a strategic, insane & bloody stupid idea to paint myself in black oil paint and listen to Karina when she decided to finger paint my face in mustard and ketchupy colors (yellow & red paint). I spent, oh I don't know, about two days in the shower taking it all off. The ends justified the means though because I really like how the pics came out :)

Yay to collaborative efforts and chafing body scrubbings that left me raw-skinned after the shoot! Shall I learn from my pain!? (I'm not a masochist, I keep telling you guys this!) Probably not! This shit looks too cool to not try again.

short and sassy.

My house is my studio. My best friend and I decided to grab a crapload of clothes and start picking accessories from our closets to throw together. We only had time to do two full outfit changes, go figure, but here's the first set of photos.  There's another set, but that's for another day.

bipolar tendencies.

People tend to say that I can act a bit bipolar, but this is the closest I've come to documenting it on my own. Meet the depressing Kenita, up above, and then say hi to the sickeningly aegyo Kenita, down below.