Not Everyone Is Beautiful

I wholeheartedly agree

Mindless Productivity

Every two or three days, I see an article or blog post or forwarded inspirational quote about beauty. It’s usually something affirming like

“You are beautiful, whether you know it or not.”

“We are all beautiful.”

“Everyone is beautiful to somebody.”

It’s cheerful stuff. It builds the self-esteem, makes people feel valued, and spreads joy and happiness across the internet.

It’s also bullshit.

And you know it’s bullshit, because you really wanted to laugh at that video.

Everyone is not beautiful. Some of us have tumors the size of a second head growing out of our ears. Some of us have skin like the Michelin man. Some of us lose fingers, legs, or eyes in horrific factory accidents. We have warts and blemishes and hair loss and dead teeth and lazy eyes and cleft palates and third nipples and unibrows.

Yes, the word “beautiful” has many different meanings. But by and…

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About me…

Welcome oh weary reader . Have a drink of mahmoud for You have stumbled upon my blog , The blog that exists for two important reasons ; to improve and enjoy what I write .

On the 27th of November 1996 , your dear blogger was born . I’m a seventeen-year-old guy who enjoys wildlife, music, writing, truth, adventure and sculpture . I’m your classic teenage going on adult. I go to college; I’m majoring in something that never fails to send my heart racing ; agriculture (yes exciting ) On a plan to continue my masters in the United States in order to pursue my dream, becoming a zoologist. For now , I’ll stick to Beirut, Lebanon. I’m an introvert. I’m aware of others. I have a strong affinity to beauty. I’m drawn to humans . I believe each person is beyond wonderful. To put it in one word…

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The writing process: Procrastination comes naturally to writers

This made my day 🙂


Innocence– Jo-Anne Richards

I took a long time to start writing my first book. Actually, I took a long time to start each of my books, but the first was the worst.

There were a couple of reasons for this. Firstly, I’d been a journalist for years. I wrote on demand. I was like Pavlov’s dog. It took the sound of a deadline whizzing by to get my writing juices flowing.

Which brings me to the second reason. When you’re pounding out an article for first edition, you don’t have time to angst over the beauty and majesty of your words. You just do it.

If there’s no deadline, you start to worry about the fact that writing a book is your life’s dream. And if it’s your life’s dream, you ought to be vaguely good at it. But what if you’re not? What if you look at the…

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