Ok... to every modeling page on Facebook... y'all need to quit y'all bullshit. You want us to believe in your message of beauty and expression of oneself... HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU DO THAT WHEN YOU CONSTANTLY HAVE THESE PHOTOGRAPHERS OVER-PHOTOSHOP YOUR MODELS' PHOTOS?!??!?!?!?
If I wanted to look through a gallery of a doll shop because I have a weird affliction for curvy chicks, skinny chicks, pregnant LOOKING chicks, confused chicks, scared chicks, and completely uncomfortable chicks, I would send great donations to Mattel and have them make a new series: INSECURE BARBIE, NOW WITH THIRSTY ASS NIGGA KEN! <-(and in some cases, Kenisha!)
How can you develop a true perspective of what beauty is if it is constantly altered to a point where these once beautiful women have become plastic dolls? Answer me that one. If you need to alter so much of a person to a point where they look like they were factory made to please a crowd that is only pushed deep into the end result rather than the process... you need to use different models... OR GET BETTER PHOTOGRAPHERS! These are the updated mannequins of today and will be forever into our future and everyone appears pleased with this.
I don't have a problem with viewing photos that look enhanced... but enhanced and DIFFERENT are complete opposites as one implies that it's just you with makeup versus "fake-up". <-("As Told By Ginger" reference... yes... I loved that show... shut up!) I have seen some of these models in person and they look so much more beautiful when someone truly has faith in their natural line of beauty. Blemish removal is one thing... but a lot of you have gone through the "Face-Off" process: same person underneath, different person on the surface. And you're pleased with this?
I want to say that I'm not! Believing someone's dream of "a beautiful world" shouldn't entail the complete alteration of your personal identity. It defeats the entire purpose when you have no reason to go through this change... unless you are comfortable lying to yourself in order to feel great about yourself... and how do you feel great when your actual thighs still breakthrough that shoddy job of a retouch and I can still see the waves, dimples, and cellulite of your reality seeping through? You could have worn skin colored leggings for that kind of struggle... rather than wear a thong and say, "I'm so sexy" then have someone create your definition of sexy... and fail.
All of this brings me to one question:
Is your self-esteem all you care about? If so, lie to yourself, but that doesn't exonerate you from the truth. As long as you understand that... "MODEL" away.
~Stephen A. Johnson
Monday, June 24, 2013
Sunday, June 23, 2013
"Vision of Self' ©04/23/2013
We wake up looking for a way to prove we belong....when we already came with our own melodies, verses and songs and judge our individualism by what those around us consider wrong....why?
They don't see the nights we cry, tears flooding the pools of our thoughts when the destination we sought to success had crumbled beneath us....especially when they are often the ones to put us there or leave us...
We start to stare in the mirror...expecting to find endless faults like the faculties of finding finance or the romance fading every time you and I dance or the fact that you didn't see it before....until someone who knew nothing of you pointed it out...giving you doubt
You start to notice the growing collection, the variety, and the results of your anxiety growing on the dresser in your cell...I mean your room, in the form of bottles you shared with yourself and the voices locked away, taunting you with the four horsemen: Jim, Jack, Johnny, and Jose
Debilitating, with no hope of rehabilitation, and forgetting why you woke up, which was to find your destination or the moment you can prove to yourself that your life is always worth saving...while dealing with the flaws you truly had no business facing...since they didn't exist prior to your awakening
These descriptions the people have lifted from dictionary and imagination alike are used to put your soul on a spike of classless and perpetual strife and were only used to hurt you due to their lack of a life...like calling you fat, stupid, dumb, too black or too white, specially challenged, or even two dangerous adjectives: ugly and inadequate
Ugly isn't the lack of makeup, breasts, ass, or a figure...You're not a Barbie doll, go figure. You're not the clothes you put on, you're not the number on the scale, but you are the end result of conducting a train you allowed to be derailed
Inadequacy isn't the lack of length, girth or emotion...there are those who aren't willing to give acceptance and make you the exception because they have received and want what they've expected... but there are those who have nothing to face but rejection and would accept you without question
Why me? Why her? Why him? How much more do I have bend? What am I missing? If I had it, would it help? Would you ever let me in? At what point does this insanity end? It doesn't...because you allow these questions to control your destiny...and the means you have to mend
Being alone hurts, even if you're too dead inside to express it because you're weighed down trying to digest contradictory messages of what perfect is or what it is supposed to be...Why change? Not because it's what's better....supposedly....
We change to fit into a world that reveals our flaws...so we can still be accepted by those who don't know us at all...and we lose ourselves: these melodies, these verses, these songs and we're forced to wonder: why even be born and not aborted considering how much we're changed and sorted?
How is it the world's fault when the vision of self is distorted?
You can only give power to what has no power and burn when you stand so much closer to fire... There may be times when you want to die when he says no because you're not his type...because you didn't run those twelve laps in gym... She would say no to her ever being your wife...assuming she would even be your girlfriend to begin this process of wanting a different "him" with whom she'd share her life with
No one knows you better than you do, so do you. In this world, communication is necessary, even when considering the results which are scary, often staged and clearly tuned with black skies so dreary.
I've said much in this time, using my pain my observations alongside my rhythm and rhyme, but I don't want to lose you... Being alone hurts, being lied to is worse, but that's the end results of expecting the world to treat you in a manner less than perverse... So, as you retire to your songs that have been playing in the background... I ask you to walk away from the fire...
If you understand you're perfect from birth, don't let the world make you a liar.
~Stephen A. Johnson
They don't see the nights we cry, tears flooding the pools of our thoughts when the destination we sought to success had crumbled beneath us....especially when they are often the ones to put us there or leave us...
We start to stare in the mirror...expecting to find endless faults like the faculties of finding finance or the romance fading every time you and I dance or the fact that you didn't see it before....until someone who knew nothing of you pointed it out...giving you doubt
You start to notice the growing collection, the variety, and the results of your anxiety growing on the dresser in your cell...I mean your room, in the form of bottles you shared with yourself and the voices locked away, taunting you with the four horsemen: Jim, Jack, Johnny, and Jose
Debilitating, with no hope of rehabilitation, and forgetting why you woke up, which was to find your destination or the moment you can prove to yourself that your life is always worth saving...while dealing with the flaws you truly had no business facing...since they didn't exist prior to your awakening
These descriptions the people have lifted from dictionary and imagination alike are used to put your soul on a spike of classless and perpetual strife and were only used to hurt you due to their lack of a life...like calling you fat, stupid, dumb, too black or too white, specially challenged, or even two dangerous adjectives: ugly and inadequate
Ugly isn't the lack of makeup, breasts, ass, or a figure...You're not a Barbie doll, go figure. You're not the clothes you put on, you're not the number on the scale, but you are the end result of conducting a train you allowed to be derailed
Inadequacy isn't the lack of length, girth or emotion...there are those who aren't willing to give acceptance and make you the exception because they have received and want what they've expected... but there are those who have nothing to face but rejection and would accept you without question
Why me? Why her? Why him? How much more do I have bend? What am I missing? If I had it, would it help? Would you ever let me in? At what point does this insanity end? It doesn't...because you allow these questions to control your destiny...and the means you have to mend
Being alone hurts, even if you're too dead inside to express it because you're weighed down trying to digest contradictory messages of what perfect is or what it is supposed to be...Why change? Not because it's what's better....supposedly....
We change to fit into a world that reveals our flaws...so we can still be accepted by those who don't know us at all...and we lose ourselves: these melodies, these verses, these songs and we're forced to wonder: why even be born and not aborted considering how much we're changed and sorted?
How is it the world's fault when the vision of self is distorted?
You can only give power to what has no power and burn when you stand so much closer to fire... There may be times when you want to die when he says no because you're not his type...because you didn't run those twelve laps in gym... She would say no to her ever being your wife...assuming she would even be your girlfriend to begin this process of wanting a different "him" with whom she'd share her life with
No one knows you better than you do, so do you. In this world, communication is necessary, even when considering the results which are scary, often staged and clearly tuned with black skies so dreary.
I've said much in this time, using my pain my observations alongside my rhythm and rhyme, but I don't want to lose you... Being alone hurts, being lied to is worse, but that's the end results of expecting the world to treat you in a manner less than perverse... So, as you retire to your songs that have been playing in the background... I ask you to walk away from the fire...
If you understand you're perfect from birth, don't let the world make you a liar.
~Stephen A. Johnson
Saturday, June 22, 2013
If there is something bothering your mind... don't be afraid to ask.
I would love to take this time and let everyone know that I am your best friend. I don't know you, I don't know your mindset, I don't even know how you look at night when you cry out vodka from all of the shots you have taken due to the break-up being too hard. I just know that I can help you.
"How?" You may ask...
I cannot give you clarity... I can only provide the "objective perspective". You shouldn't feel as though anyone can subject you to their issues while "solving" yours... you should be able to vent in peace.
Let me be your diary, let me be your shoulder to lean on, let me be the biggest secret you have... mostly because no one should have access to your answers... because it only benefits you.
If there is something bothering your mind, don't be afraid to ask about it. Write me and tell me what you are going through... it will be completely anonymous and I will post blogs about the situation, keeping your personal identity completely under wraps. I will post here so that I can help more than you. If something is bothering you, shoot me an email with a subject that is on your mind. I will definitely oblige.
Contact me: mrphotosmash@gmail.com
Don't hold onto the problem any more than you already have... it isn't worth the trouble.
~Stephen
"How?" You may ask...
I cannot give you clarity... I can only provide the "objective perspective". You shouldn't feel as though anyone can subject you to their issues while "solving" yours... you should be able to vent in peace.
Let me be your diary, let me be your shoulder to lean on, let me be the biggest secret you have... mostly because no one should have access to your answers... because it only benefits you.
If there is something bothering your mind, don't be afraid to ask about it. Write me and tell me what you are going through... it will be completely anonymous and I will post blogs about the situation, keeping your personal identity completely under wraps. I will post here so that I can help more than you. If something is bothering you, shoot me an email with a subject that is on your mind. I will definitely oblige.
Contact me: mrphotosmash@gmail.com
Don't hold onto the problem any more than you already have... it isn't worth the trouble.
~Stephen
Maybe it's my fault....
Maybe it's my fault... but I find a lot of fear in letting the world know when I am beyond happy... mostly because I don't know how to cope with explaining the disappointment... which is usually inevitable... due to the fact that I was too quick to say I was happy...
Somehow... I find so much of my heart to give... although it has failed me.... numerous times. Maybe it's my fault. I give the world a chance when I know it's filled with so few accomplishments. I'm not being pessimistic... but I know that this pain I hide is slowly starting to come to the surface... mostly because I don't know how to cope with explaining the disappointments.
There is a smile to be had, even in these frowning times... especially when you believe the world has failed you due to the disappointments you can't explain... because while the world is a place you cannot change... YOUR world is a place that is a dream: anything goes, if you allow it. So yea... maybe it is my fault that I find a lot of fear in letting the world know that I am beyond happy... but when you're in MY world... it's because YOU make ME happy... and the world can never interfere.
Only thing I wish that could happen... I wish I could turn back time...
~Stephen A. Johnson
Somehow... I find so much of my heart to give... although it has failed me.... numerous times. Maybe it's my fault. I give the world a chance when I know it's filled with so few accomplishments. I'm not being pessimistic... but I know that this pain I hide is slowly starting to come to the surface... mostly because I don't know how to cope with explaining the disappointments.
There is a smile to be had, even in these frowning times... especially when you believe the world has failed you due to the disappointments you can't explain... because while the world is a place you cannot change... YOUR world is a place that is a dream: anything goes, if you allow it. So yea... maybe it is my fault that I find a lot of fear in letting the world know that I am beyond happy... but when you're in MY world... it's because YOU make ME happy... and the world can never interfere.
Only thing I wish that could happen... I wish I could turn back time...
~Stephen A. Johnson
"The Lesser of Two Evils" ©06/19/2013
Suffocate with you, lose the will to breathe without you
Dying to believe in you, living with you and doubt you
Falling on my knees... tell me where do I shout to
As I'm trying to figure the lesser of two evils
Staying with this person even though you start to hate them
They're sickening enough to make you sick when you face them
Robitussin, fighting, and cussing... hoping you can make them
Understand your emotions and your reasoning to pace them
Fuck the struggle, you can quit 'em and remain alone
You can stay in the same place... you know... the safest zone
Never take the risk, remain complacent, replace the anxious mode
Stay yourself because you didn't want to fail if you decided to break the mold
This shit gets old, it's tiring, and no one has the time for this
This is finance of the brain, so it's insane to have the mind for this
The investment is a blessing, but it gets so upsetting
When you're still losing out, no matter what... it's unsettling
This is a disease for which there's no form of medicine
You try to live a life to feel alive, but feeling dead again,
Things are decided for you with a consequence attached:
You get the same path with different end results to mix and match
You take a look at this choice, and take a break from that one
You're ready to grab that gun and splash your brains like that's fun
You have to make an action, but when the act's done
The world is an infant negro male: it's going black, son
There are strategies and tactics, luck and mathematics
Options and bad habits, arguments and crashes
Getting paper just to give to a bitch made of plastic
Or never getting paper, making bad decisions, being drastic
Never married, but giving half of your common sense to have it
Being together forever and treating everything like it just happened
Doing the same thing and expecting different is madness
So doing different and getting the same result must be the pull of magic...
Seeing the lesser is confusing in this battle we often lose when
We've done all we can to move shit around before we lose it
It's just a melody in life without the music:
No rhythm, no rhyme, and no time in this metaphorical booth
You can stay put and get nothing done in your personal life
Or you can take on someone else's and put up with the strife
But it's fucked up when you have this someone of a husband or wife
Who completes you, but drives you crazy as a placement of price
You can struggle and find your grind, make money all of the time
Then, complain about the person that you think you have to find
And deal with those who want your progress, not your process
Fucking with your paycheck as well as your mindset
Either way, it's crazy and neither sound attractive at the end
But the question is: what's faster to mend?
It's hard to fix the project of self without an outer view of it
But you never have to deal with another someone else's stupid shit
So what happens when it's only you and you're just about through with it...?
~Stephen A. Johnson
A simple introduction
My name is Stephen Johnson, I'm 26 years old and have plenty to say. I go by the name "Po" during photography events. I lead the company, PhotoSmash Online through the website:www.photosmashonline.net. I'm looking for a steady job and consistent income, but that is quite the struggle... so I decided that I would create a blogspot and speak my mind. There are so many people that have questions they are afraid to ask... but I want them to know that I won't be afraid to answer them. During the struggle period, it's best to take time and learn... learn people, actions, mannerisms, contradictions, hypocrisies... and their fears. Hopefully, my unorthodox views and methods can benefit you... if not... then it isn't for you.
Thank you in advance for reading :)
~Po Meets Stephen
Thank you in advance for reading :)
~Po Meets Stephen
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