Clinging onto her is a delicate white, a false hue saturated with pristine elegance. It is the colour of grace, of delicacy, of vulnerability. A beaded heaviness clasped at her neck, willing to toughen the stifling tenderness. She is vulnerability too intricate to fathom, an iron-coated glass mistaken as a tipping porcelain cup.
I think vulnerability is a widely misunderstood concept. Like the idea of influence being condemning, one's fragility is seen as a weakness, a wall too thick to be broken but one too brittle to be upheld.
We are living in an era where empowerment is constantly perpetuated; the strong female, the independent mind, the capable persona. It's all very wonderful, the notion that one can be the sole pillar standing proud and tall beneath the weight of the world, but it's also very unfair to the crumbling rocks, or stones, or bricks that are holding themselves up. It's cruel to ignore our vulnerability and dismiss it for the focus of one's own strength. And besides, who says vulnerability is a weakness?
I find vulnerability extremely beautiful. It's like the filling inside a chocolate lava cake that oozes out when the sponge layers are cut open, creamy, sweet and good. It's the delicate and often hidden side of one's humanity that, I believe, shouldn't at all be hidden, because it's what makes the human whole. A little lock and key to a vault if you'd like, wherein the key is intentionally kept out of fear.
Once exposed or shown, however, I think vulnerability has the power to transform. It connects. It strengthens. Being able to show one's side of susceptibility, to embrace it, even, shows a far greater strength than shrouding yourself in a cloak of strength. To clarify, I'm not saying that setting yourself ablaze with independence or building up mental and emotional strength is a bad thing (in fact, I encourage it), but I simply wish to explore the idea of a balanced, much more intricate state of self.
Anyway, this little white dress! I mentioned in a previous post that I found several of these summer staples in my mum's suitcase of old clothes, and this is one of them! I love the flowiness and shapelessness of it, and it made accessorizing a ton of fun. All of the jewelry I'm wearing are borrowed from Jennifer, the ultimate accessory queen, by the way, and I love them; they automatically give the entire look a boho feel and all I did was put on three pieces of jewelry.
I've been finding beauty in words a lot lately. I've always found them insanely gorgeous, but I've become much more aware of them recently because I've been diving back in to the world of literature. But I've always loved words, always loved the way words can be put together in a certain way and elicit such exquisite elegance. Some sentences I read, I just stop and gasp in surprise. I want to be able to write like that. Be able to string words together in a blazing trail and leave behind bewildered beauty.