never growing up the voice的八卦，Yahoo名人娛樂都在討論

Growing up as an Asian, I somehow believed that racism was just part of the package. Being called a “chink” and “gook” was nothing out of the ordinary. You just hoped that in time, things might get better. A memory I will never forget is walking home with my grandmother. I was around 8 or 9 years old at the time. We had to cut across the park in order to get home. I remember seeing a group of several teenagers sitting over the gate and already I felt fear knowing we had to pass them. Please just let us pass quietly, I thought. I can’t remember exactly what was said but rocks were thrown. My elderly grandmother hovered over me to protect me the best she could. She doesn’t speak much english but even then, she threw out all the swear words she knew. I was in shock. I remember peering under her armpit and I recognised one of the faces. She’s the sister of my big sister’s friend. She looked at me straight in the eye. She didn’t tell them to stop. A week or two later she would end up coming to my house to see my sister. My grandmother didn’t recognise her but I did. We put food on the table for her. Our parents did their best to protect us and give us the life they wanted for themselves, it’s time we protected them.

There is so much we can learn from the elderly. A the same time, they deserve even more care and attention because they are more vulnerable. Knowing they have become targets make me sick to the stomach. Those who prey on the defenceless are cowards. Words hurt yes, but the line is so badly crossed when lives of the elderly and women are taken. Call it for what it is. Hate crime.

Please don’t be silent. Speak out. Anti-asian violence is real and surging. Don’t just love our food, love us as a community. CALL OUT HATE. Our parents and grandparents didn’t have phones back then. We live in an age where we can capture live moments. We can spread awareness. We have a voice and we should be empowered to use it to protect those who are unable to.

Bad days don’t kill people. Racism and misogyny do.

Educate. Communicate. Stop hate.

Do not let regression happen when there is already so much work to be done. To my asian friends who are scared, heartbroken and angry, I stand with you. I love you. #stopasianhate #speakout

Beauty is everywhere. Spread the Love gorgeous ♥ ∞

Dear Ones -

Can we talk about something?

For the last few months, I've been growing uneasy about a phenomenon I've seen playing out in the media over women's bodies and women's appearance.

And no, this is not about the USUAL thing that makes me uneasy in the media (the exploitation and hyper-sexualization of women's bodies, etc. etc...) That hasn't changed, and I'm not tackling that today.

This is about something new.

This is about prominent women publicly criticizing other prominent women about body image questions, and about each other's private beauty decisions.

I don't want to see this anymore.

The history of women's bodies and women's beauty is a battlefield of epic (and sometimes violent) proportions. The last thing any of us need to be doing is judging each other and turning on each other.

What really frustrates me is the patronizing tone that is sometimes adopted, when a woman who has made a certain set of decisions about her own face and her own body criticizes another woman who has made an entirely different set of decisions about HER own face and HER own body.

You know the tone. It goes like this: "I just think it's so sad that she felt she needed to do that..."

This is a tone of voice that fills me with ire, because: REALLY? Does it make you feel "sad"? Are sure you're using the word "sad" correctly? Does your neighbor's boob job really make you feel "sad"? Does that movie star's plastic surgery genuinely make you feel "sad"? Are you honestly crying into your pillow at night about somebody's Brazilian butt lift — the way you would cry about a death in the family? Honestly?

Or are you just judging a sister, and hiding your judgment behind a screen of moral appropriation?

Check yourself.

No decision that any of us make about our appearance makes us morally better or morally worse than any other woman.

The scale of beauty in our world is vast and complicated and often politically, socially, and culturally confounding. At one extreme, you have the "all-natural" obsessives, who judge anybody who artificially alters her appearance in any manner whatsoever as vain and shallow. At the other of the scale are the extreme beauty junkies, who will do anything for an enhanced sense of beauty, and who judge everyone else as slovenly and drab.

We all have to figure out where we land on that scale. Lipstick, but no hair dye? Legs shaved, but not arms? Hair processing, but no Brazilian wax? Short skirts but no bikini tops? Two-inch heels, but not five-inch heels?

It all sends a message, and it all comes with complications. None of it is easy to figure out. And this is not even taking into account larger questions about religion, history, and cultural ethics. What looks like modesty on a woman in Rio de Janeiro looks like flagrancy in Salt Lake City. What looks like modesty in Salt Lake City is flagrancy in Cairo. What looks like modesty in Cairo is flagrancy in Riyadh. What looks like flagrancy to your grandmother looks like frumpiness to your teenager. What looks beautiful to me might look grotesque or even offensive to you.

IT'S COMPLICATED.

My experience is this: once we have decided where we land on that scale of beauty, we tend to judge all the other women who have made different decisions in either direction around us: This woman is too vain; that one is too plain...it never ends.

It also bothers me that women who define themselves as liberal, left-wing feminists (like myself) will stand on a picket line to defend the right of another woman to do whatever she wants with her reproductive system — but then attack that woman for what she decided to do to her face.

Let me break it down for you: It's none of your business.

Every single molecule of woman's body belongs to HER.

Yes, even her lips.

Yes, even her butt.

To judge a fellow woman for her choices about her own appearance is not only cruel, it also speaks to a fundamental insecurity that says, "I am so uncomfortable with myself that I have now become deeply uncomfortable with YOU, lady — and I don't even know you."

So have some compassion for the fact that it is difficult for any woman to figure out where to place herself on that vast and emotionally-loaded scale of female aesthetic. And check your own vanity before you criticize someone else's vanity. (And do not kid yourself that you are not vain because you do not partake in certain beauty rituals that other women partake in — because you are also making decisions about your body, your face, and your clothing every single day. With every one of those decisions you are also telegraphing to the world your own politics, your own opinions, your own needs and fears, and yes, often your own arrogance.)

No matter what you're wearing, you are dressing up, too.

As the great drag queen RuPaul has said: "We are all born naked. Everything else is just drag."

So be sympathetic. Everyone is facing her own battlefield in her own manner. And the only way you can express empathy about another woman's vanity IS TO BE HONEST ABOUT YOUR OWN.

Once you have reached that place of authentic honesty about your own struggle, you will only ever show kindness toward your sisters.

So here's what I do.

When I see a woman who has lost weight, I say, "You look terrific."

When I see a woman who has quit dieting and embraced her curves, I say, "You look terrific."

When I see a woman who has obviously just had plastic surgery, I say, "You look terrific."

When I see a woman who has let her hair go grey and is hanging out at grocery store in her husband's sweatpants, I say, "You look terrific."

Because you know what? If you are woman and you managed to get up today and go outside, then you look terrific.

If you are still here, then you look terrific.

If you are able to go face down a world that has been arguing about your body and your face for centuries, then you look terrific.

If you have figured out what you need to wear, or do, or not do, in order to feel safe in your own skin, then you look terrific.

If you are standing on your own two feet and the stress of being a woman hasn't killed you yet, then YOU LOOK TERRIFIC.

To say anything less than that to (or about) your fellow woman is to add ammunition to a war that is bad enough already.

So back off, everyone. Be kind.

You're all stunning.

ONWARD,
LG

Just a moment |

Almost 6 years of marriage and 16 years together, I love doing life with this guy but would you like to know the backstory behind this pic? We did a family photo-shoot with @ctkkit_photography last week and only when we were packing up and ready to leave, the sun started to set making an excellent photo opportunity. Since the kids were already buckled into their carseats, Kit asked my husband @bubzhubz and I to take some quick spontaneous ones right there in front of the car.
Kit asked us to just be natural and just look into each other but I can tell you that it did not feel natural for us. In the moment, we smirked sheepishly in front of each other because… it felt awkward. Why am I suddenly shy and self conscious? Oh that’s right, because he’s so up-close to my face. Is he going to notice my big pores?
He’s totally going to notice my dry lines!! Breathe and act nonchalant!!

The first minute was awkward. Then, my eyes started to focus less and relax. Since our eyes relaxed, so did our minds. Suddenly, it was as if we had special powers as I felt like were able to express love with our eyes. i felt gratitude. I might not always express it but I can see all you do for us, hubby. It hit me that it had been a while since I properly looked at my husband. He’s actually really cute. I forgot how I adored his button nose. In the moment, I saw our son in his face. I also noticed baby lines ever so slightly seeping out at the sides of his eyes. Wow, we really are growing old together. I didn't know he had freckles like me, cool! Later that night, he told me he loved the two freckles on my nose and how much it made him want to nibble my nose.

Before children, I would always greet my husband in the hallway when he returned home. Now with 2 little ones, life is a busier and while I still greet him by voice, I don’t always turn around to look at him.
I know life can be busy guys but never let life fly by that you miss each other. I encourage you and a loved one to look at one another for a minute. No words necessary. You’d be surprised how much you can say with your eyes. Makeup by @aikotsangmakeup #love #ctkkitphotography #marriage #life #cherish #hongkong #reallife #grateful #photography #itsbubz #bubzvlogz

GReeeeN 「愛唄」 "Ai-uta" (Love Song)
Album: "Ah, domo. Hajimemashite." (Oh, hi. Nice to meet you.) (2007)
Music/Lyrics: GReeeeN
English Lyrics: Rebecca Butler Watanabe

By request, an English cover of GReeeeN's "Ai-uta" (Love Song)!
リクエストにお応えして、GReeeeNの「愛唄」を英語で歌ってみました♪

This is such a lovely song :)
素敵なラブソングですねヽ(*´∀｀)ノ

Enjoy!

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http://BlueEyedUtaUtai.jimdo.com
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English Lyrics

Hey, darling, so dear to me
Now, can you try to take me seriously?
Though I know it’s kinda tacky and
You’ll probably laugh at me

But I just don’t know what to say to you
Other than to tell you I love you
There you go, laughing at me again
Making me feel like a fool

Tell me, are you happy?
Is this the road you choose?
Tell me, am I good enough for you?
‘Cause darling, all I know is

*Whether laughing or crying as long as you’re with me
Just being beside you is all I ever need
You give me a reason to keep on looking up
So I’ll give you my heart, as I sing this song of love

Hey, remember that day we met?
What was it that we were talking about?
When I first saw you so long ago
Too shy to ask you out

Well, ever since then look at what we’ve been through
And though we’ve even had a fight or two
Every day we spend together
Brings us closer, me and you

Under this big sky
We found each other here and we
Fell in love, oh, tell me that we’ll be
This way forever

*repeat

I hope you can forgive the constant worry I bring you
The days we’ve spent together are full up to the brim
And every day that I have got you by my side
The feeling’s growing stronger every minute that goes by

I’ll raise my voice high and offer you this silly song
And swear to God above I love you more than anyone
‘Cause I just want to let you know
I’ll hold your hand and won’t let go

As long as my voice lasts, until the day it dies
I’ll keep singing love songs right here by your side, my dear
And when I am old and my voice starts to fray
With my hand in your hand, right next to you I’ll stay

Darling, just saying thank you will never be enough
I wanna spend our lives together, sharing everything
The tears and laughs and joy and sorrow every single day
Forever after, it’ll be the two of us
Darling, so hand-in-hand, let’s sing a song of love