Wednesday, June 29, 2011

The Verge of Fulfillment.


"And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it." Roald Dahl.

Today, I have come to a conclusion. If I am happy, if I make a difference, and if I am surrounded by people that encourage me to grow and become a better version of myself, I am successful.

Something has clicked inside of me. Last week I attended Girls State (a political camp of sorts) and met so many inspiring women. I listened to politicians and strong women encourage me to follow my dreams, and the words stung as if they were meant for my ears alone. This concept of growing up has been eating me alive for months. I am scared to leave, scared to apply for colleges, and I have no idea what I want for my life. But with the combination of last week’s powerful advice and this week’s nonstop creativity, I have hit a turning point, and I have opened a new page. Something has clicked. I have been attending a seven hour intensive painting class at the local art institute this week, working nonstop with disregard to flaws or minor imperfections. Simply pushing through any errors until I finish. It has given me a lot of time to think. Today I left after class + drove around the city until I reached a vegan coffee shop in an old house, art covering the walls. I sat with a good friend of mine and talked about my faith, my philosophies, my goals and hopes. I want to fall in love with God again. I feel so alive.

I drove home listening to Kate Nash’s album My Best Friend is You and heard one verse a bit clearer than the others. She says, “I don’t know how more people haven't gotmental health problems. Thinking is one of the most stressful things I've ever come across, and not being able to articulate what I want to say drives me crazy. I think I should read more books, learn some new words. My sister used to read the dictionary; I'm going to start with that. I'd like to travel. I want to see India and the pyramids, a whale and that race with all the bicycles in France... I like flowers and simplicity. I like compassion and thoughtful gifts. I like being able to shout but I wish I could be quiet. When I'm quiet, people think I’m sad and usually I am. Sometimes when I’m at a busy train station, I feel like putting down my bags and shouting things out, because I’ve got something to say! Don't you want to share the guilt?”

I want to surround myself with talented, creative people. I want to be truly content. I’ve started to gain more self confidence in the realization that there is so much more to life than caring about weight. Obsessing about appearance does nothing for happiness. Kate Makkai says in her poem Pretty, “[This is] about women who will prowl thirty stores and six malls to find the right cocktail dress but haven’t a clue where to find fulfillment or how to wear joy.”

I feel myself growing and changing… My interests are changing. I declare myself a feminist loud and proud and that is the one thing that has remained constant in my belief system, as experiences are changing me. People make assumptions about my beliefs based on that one term—“feminist.” I care about empowerment and positive energy. I don’t believe in being overly political—investing yourself in pointing out every single flaw in society is exhausting and overwhelming. That is pessimism, not feminism. I believe in seeing the good in people. In recognizing the beauty in the grassroots movement, acknowledging the strength we see in each other and pushing ourselves to our fullest potential. I believe feminism is reaching for the opportunities we are presented with, and even those we are not. The only true “glass ceiling” that separates us from following our dreams is the limit we set for ourselves. Do not blame others or the void that is society for your problems, but instead act as if those boundaries do not exist. Always push the envelope until you reach your personal best, and then push harder.

I want to change things. I want to speak to young women and politically active youth and stir them to action. I want to bring tears to the eyes of teenage girls in a college auditorium as so many women did for me last week. I want to smash patriarchy and I want girls to feel beautiful in their own skin. I want to destroy preconceived beauty culture. I want to write powerful words and inspire change.

I’m on the verge of a breakthrough. I have been given so many opportunities and blessings for which I am eternally grateful, and for them, I feel I have a duty to do something with the skillsets they have earned me. I don’t know exactly what that involves yet, but perhaps that is part of the journey. Ally McBeal once said, “I actually like the quest, the search. That’s the fun. The more lost you are, the more you have to look forward to.” I am lost, dazed and confused, and forever watching the world with glittering eyes. I am forever a student.

xo, Maddie

Friday, June 17, 2011

June June June.

(all photos by me)

This will have to be a quick post of sorts, as I am off to Girls State! (A politics camp, if you will.) I will return next Saturday + hope to post more often upon my return. But for now, I just wanted to give you a peak into my summer adventures so far.

I hope you're all having a wonderful summer! Have a splendid week.
xo, Maddie

Monday, June 13, 2011

Missfits Issue 3: Now Available in Print!


Missfits' summer issue is now available in print and digital download! You can snag yourself a copy of this deliciously radical + chic publication at Magcloud.com! Click here to add it to your collection--you know you want to!
xo, Maddie

P.S. While we realize the price is a bit expensive, there is unfortunately nothing we can do about it at this time. Until we find a publisher, the price of production tends to be fairly pricey, and we're only actually making a few dollars per issue. Help a girl out?

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Girl on Fire.


I always find it amusing that I seem to have more to blog about when I am sad, but when days drag on full of endless joy, I can't seem to find the time to write down a few words. I am two weeks into summer and I couldn't be happier. I am surrounded, constantly, by people that I love more than anything. Days trickle past slowly, each day lasting an eternity. Warm and lazy summer days, napping just to pass the time. Cool and electric summer nights, rushing by with that reckless teenage intensity.


Cuddling with friends in the backseat of a car under a warm, antique quilt. Big jugs of water and chocolate chip cookies. Peaceful naps and meditation. Holding hands with your best friend as she cuts off all of her hair. Snapping pictures of it at a local traveling carnival. Making hard decisions, but the right ones. Sharing secrets around a bonfire. These are the days I crave all winter long.

In other news, the third issue of Missfits is now available in print and for digital download. It'd mean a lot to me if you'd check it out. We also just found out some very exciting news, and we have a lot in the works for the next issue, a website, a shop, and the possibility of cheaper issues + the ability to subscribe! Thanks so much for your support.

xo, Maddie.

Missfits Magazine: Issue 3!


We are proud to present Issue 3 of Missfits! Featuring an interview with the brilliantly talented Kate Nash, poet Tanya Davis, several breathtaking editorials, & more!

Spread the word!
xoxo, Maddie.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

What It Really Means to Exist.


Tonight I spent my evening walking around the art district downtown, quietly observing artists and eccentric crowds of people, from all walks of life. I walked into a hybrid between an organic farmer's market and an art gallery. I saw people who cared about both politics and fashion, art and philosophy, and I imagined the lives that each were living. The complexity that exists within one crowd of people on a street corner is mind-blowing--so many different lives, conflicts, and emotions.

I sat outside of a vegan coffeehouse in a retro rockabilly district and spent an hour talking to two of the most eclectic, 75-year-old hippies. We talked about conspiracies, life, and drugs, and they shared their experiences with us. "To be 18," one of them said, "So much life ahead of you. But you don't know s**t." He smiled. When asked for their advice on the secret to life, they answered simply--don't forget the simple things. Learn to fish, to live off of the land. And never forget to read. Step outside of your technology focused society and rediscover the simple joy and intellectual stimulation of reading.


I've been thinking a lot lately about "success" in life--what it truly means to be successful, and to be happy. Sometimes I rediscover the shocking truth within my soul--if I ended up doing nothing more than creating art for insignificant pay and writing down my thoughts, I would be completely happy. I don't need money, or even a good job. If I am able to create, I am alive.

I desire late summer nights discussing the secret to life. I want shocking, brilliant books that make me feel alive. I want beautiful photographs and vivid memories. I want art, endless art, and the passion and lack of structure that comes with it. I want to eat healthy, natural things that are good for my body. I want to cease the consumption of chemicals and toxins. I want to reach a healthy state of both mind and body. I want daily meditation and positive thinking. I want shocking, earth-shattering dreams. I want denim dresses and patterned tights. I want to travel and to rediscover the purpose of my existence. I want trays of burning incense and the haunting, magical melodies of Frank Sinatra and Edith Piaf. I want dark lipstick and herbalism face masks. I want falling asleep while holding hands with my best friend.

I want a life full of everything rich and passionate. I want to discover what it really means to exist.
Maddie.