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.”

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.”

He told me my figure was a Hollywood ideal.
He told me my curves were classic.
He told me I was a Marilyn.
He then traced the entirety of me.
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.

He told me my figure was a Hollywood ideal.

He told me my curves were classic.

He told me I was a Marilyn.

He then traced the entirety of me.

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.