Goddess Getup

10/11/2023

The definition of a real man.

What's sad these days is that most women will go their entire lifetime and never experience the meaning of actual true love.

We unfortunately live in a generation with men who have no idea what it takes to be a real man.

A real man asks about your day and genuinely cares about the answer.

A real man respects your boundaries and never forces you to anything you're not ready to do.

He makes time for you, and takes that time to learn and understand who you are as a person.

A real man consistently shows you the definition of effort with every day that passes.

He will call you randomly throughout the day just to check on you and your mental health.

A real man is undeniably committed to you and looks for new ways to fall in love with you with every day that passes.

He makes protecting your heart a number one priority.

A real man never makes permanent decisions based on temporary emotions.

He never confuses you on where you stand in his life.

A real man apologizes when he is wrong and stays true to his character.

He doesn't mind hurting other people's feeling to protect yours.

A real man gives you affection without sexual expectation.

A real man refuses to entertain any women that isn't you.

He has genuine intentions with you from day one and shows you how it truly feels to be a priority rather an option.

A real man will help you heal from the trauma that nobody apologized for.

A real man values you and would never put themselves in a position to lose you.

Take my advice and wait for the man that never let's you fall asleep at night questioning your own self worth.

Cody Bret
Artist: Unknown

28/09/2022

❤️‍🔥🥲🥲

When she was a little girl
they told her she was beautiful
but it had no meaning
in her world of bicycles
and pigtails
and adventures in make-believe.

Later, she hoped she was beautiful
as boys started taking notice
of her friends
and phones rang for
Saturday night dates.

She felt beautiful on her wedding day,
hopeful with her
new life partner by her side
but, later,
when her children called
her beautiful,
she was often exhausted,
her hair messily tied back,
no make up,
wide in the waist
where it used to be narrow;
she just couldn't take it in.

Over the years, as she tried,
in fits and starts,
to look beautiful,
she found other things
to take priority,
like bills
and meals,
as she and her life partner
worked hard
to make a family,
to make ends meet,
to make children into adults,
to make a life.

Now,
she sat.
Alone.
Her children grown,
her partner flown,
and she couldn't remember
the last time
she was called beautiful.

But she was.

It was in every line on her face,
in the strength of her arthritic hands,
the ampleness that had
a million hugs imprinted
on its very skin,
and in the jiggly thighs and
thickened ankles
that had run her race for her.

She had lived her life with a loving
and generous heart,
had wrapped her arms
around so many to
to give them comfort and peace.
Her ears had
heard both terrible news
and lovely songs,
and her eyes
had brimmed with,
oh, so many tears,
they were now bright
even as they dimmed.

She had lived and she was.
And because she was,
she was made beautiful.

Author: Suzanne Reynolds, © 2019

Photo credit: Nina Djerff
Model: Marit Rannveig Haslestad

21/07/2022

Forget perfectionism. Get out there live life and enjoy all the gifts the universe gives you.

Imagine being 90 and you’re sat thinking about your life and how you never went swimming in the sea on a warm night because your thighs jiggled. Imagine realizing you never laughed until you couldn’t breathe because your teeth weren’t straight or white enough. You never embraced the sun on the beach because of the stretch marks on your stomach and your hips. You never allowed yourself to let go and have fun because the pressure to look perfect consumed you.

Imagine being 90 and realizing you’ve hidden yourself away for the fear of being real. Imagine realizing all the years you wasted hating yourself, but now it’s too late to go swim in the sea late at night. Now it hurts to laugh for more than a few seconds and you’re too weak to travel to the beach. Imagine realizing all this time you were perfect the way you were, but now it’s too late to do anything about it.

Don’t let that happen. Live now, as you are. You deserve to realize you’re enough and always have been, before you’re 90!

————-
Unknown author (I change the aged from 75 to 90)
Artist: Duane Bryers - Hilda

06/11/2017

Attention ladies!!
We are looking at ordering & selling some vintage retro style curvilicious swimwear & summer clothing. I would love some feedback on what styles & patterns you would be interested in AND what you would expect to pay for these items. We would love to hear from you...... xo