Boy keeps giving me awesome family history updates during his time in Chile. Sent me this picture. Hopefully he doesn’t mind me putting part of his explanation here:
“Anyway, guy in the middle is my great grandpa: Hector Eduardo Marcelino Pinto Maluenda. He is flanked by two of his brothers, whose names I don’t have as of yet. They are at some sort of gentleman’s club. Apparently, Eduardo (that was the name he went by) had a very Mad Men approach to living. Smoked two packs of unfiltered a day. Didn’t believe in decaffinated coffee, but loved coffee so much that he’d drink it all day, and then just take a ton of sleeping pills at night. Had heart problems all his life, and eventually need surgery for an extreme case of throat cancer.”
I finally felt like I was made as something beautiful. Without the razzle dazzle and the beauty pens.
I don’t know if you understand how difficult this can be to accomplish, but it is.
And I know all of that mess about what’s inside and loving yourself no matter what. I don’t need reassurance on the regular from anybody else. I can force myself to believe anything, even if I feel disgusting on the regular. But normally I just get “great ass” or “nice tits” or “……you’re bangin”.
This was so eloquent. It was different. And I felt beautiful. Finally. So I smiled and we both got goosebumps and it was an actual moment. Touching.
I never do this and never will again because I know people will start unfollowing, BUT CHECK OUT WHAT THE FUCK I GOT. It was a dream come true and it was eight dollars and I HAVE TO SHARE IT WITH THE WORLD. Seriously. I think I’ve actually had dreams about this shirt. Thank you, Chicago.