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MARINA - Handmade Heaven [Official I Am Too Pretty 2 days ago   03:39

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MARINA
My new album Love + Fear is out April 26. Pre-order now: https://marina.lnk.to/loveandfear-preorder

Listen to Handmade Heaven now: https://marina.lnk.to/HandmadeHeaven

Follow MARINA

https://www.instagram.com/marinadiamandis
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https://marina.lnk.to/applemusic
https://soundcloud.com/marinadiamandis


Director - Sophie Muller
Production Company – PRETTYBIRD
Co-Founder UK / Exec Producer – Juliette Larthe
Head of Production / EP – Hannah May
Producer– Sophie Brooks
Local Production Services - NAFTA Films
Line Producer - Helen Lõhmus
Production Assistant - Sissel-Maria Mägi
Location Manager – Kenn Rull
Assistant Location Manager - Krisjan Daniel Esko
DOP – Evgeny Bystrov
1st AC / Focus Puller – Kaarel Tiidus
DIT – Sanna Rink
Gaffer – Indrek Raag
Stylist: Elle Fell
Hair – Ben Moth
Makeup – Adam de Cruz

Special thanks to the following filmmakers for the use of their timelapse flower footage –David de los Santos Gil; and from “Spring” c/o Jamie Scott

Commissioner: Dan Curwin
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Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
My new favorite song.
Basadict
Is she Latina? Btw, is it just me or this has twilight vibes?
TallPsychoGirl
Can't believe there's now an artist called Marina. My name's Marina and I used to hate it
magdalena crosley
No puedo esperar hasta el 26 de abril
magdalena crosley
Cambió de miniatura el vídeo
luong sen
This is everything i need
gabriella ramos
I wanna cry marinas finally dropping here latest album (AFTER 3 YEARS) and going on tour but her tour isn’t passing by my state.
Serena Joy
Did she change Thumbnail?
Paul Grant
forever a fan of yours
Sasa Jankovic
I actually get so emotional while listening this, love it and love you Marina.
CORALIA Singer Songwriter
*Does anybody else think the lyrics are similar to "all the love in the world" by NIN? watching all the insects march along, seem to know just right where they belong?*
Phillip Stagg
This is really special.
ian del rey
just watched the whole ad at the beginning so she can have lunch today
Rozu
IM SO GLAD SHES BACK
Raulito Mares
OCTOBER 4th! :D
frosty_780
Such a beautiful video everything on point flawless queen
Kyuuri_chan
This song sounds so magical and dreamy to me, I feel like in a movie listening to it. I wanna cry, my heart glows, I feel alive.
Jhames Luuse
is she Lorna Morello from OITNB?
Pirita Pakarinen
This is one of your best songs, it sounds so beautiful and the lyrics are genius like always.
Phong Vũ
My queen ❤
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I Am Too Pretty MARINA - Handmade Heaven [Official 2 days ago   08:42

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I’m really pretty. Like, beautiful. I know that might sound like bragging—and to be honest, it feels like bragging, because I don’t always feel beautiful—but enough people have told me I am that I’ve come to believe that is how most people perceive me.

The attention I got for my appearance started when I was a baby. People would tell my mom, “Oh, you have such a beautiful baby.” “You should enter her in contests!” Pretty normal, right? I mean, people love babies. But it continued when I was a toddler. A modeling agent approached my mom in a restaurant when I was three to see if she could sign me. My mom said no—three was too young, she thought. But the attention didn’t stop as I grew older, and eventually my mom was asking me if I would consider a career in modeling, or acting.

By that time, I was starting to feel really self-conscious. People commented on my looks so much. I hadn’t even hit puberty yet, and I was already getting cat-called on the street. I loved math and science, but nobody seemed to care that I was good at those things. Most adults I interacted with commented on how I’d be “beating the boys away with sticks” soon, or how I’d have no trouble finding a husband. When I was thirteen, I started a YouTube channel dedicated to robotics, one of my greatest loves. But in the comments section, people would leave comments like “ur hot,” or “shame you’re not legal.” Stuff that made me really uncomfortable.

I started wearing baggy clothes to hide the curves I was developing. I kept my textbooks over my chest in the hallways at school. I started getting so anxious about when the next unwanted comment would come that I would spend breaks between classes in the restroom throwing up. I started showing up late for class so I didn’t have to walk through the halls when there was a crowd.

And the other problem with being too pretty? People don’t like you. Other girls think you’re full of yourself. And guys only want you so they can brag to their friends about how they got with you. People also don’t think you’re smart. I was the butt of so many dumb blonde jokes, even though I was a great student. Once, my mom told me I was so pretty that I wouldn’t need to worry about going to college. I’d be able to snag a doctor, or a lawyer, and he would take care of me. That hurt more than anything. Between my self-consciousness and the way my classmates resented me, I didn’t have any close friends. And with the way people didn’t take my aspirations seriously, I started to doubt my own ability to have a career in robotics like I wanted.

So I decided that if this was how the world was determined to see me—as just an object—then that’s what I’d be. I traded my baggy clothes for low-cut tops. I started wearing lipstick, and flirted with the guys who gave me attention, even if I knew they had girlfriends. I did not care about anyone. I’d gossip about the other girls who I knew had been gossiping about me for years. I stopped trying in my classes. A couple of teachers noticed, but I blew them off when they tried to talk to me. I wasn’t sure if this made me happy, but I keep doing it, perhaps because I was so tried of proving my real self to others.

I didn’t stop. For Homecoming, I wore the sexiest dress I could find. A chaperone told me I’d violated the dress code, and handed me a sweater to cover up. Everyone looked at me and I could tell they were shocked. Perhaps for two main reasons. One, this doesn’t look like me, because that’s not my style. And second,, well, because I looked very attractive. However, twinges of my old self-consciousness resurfaced. Then a guy walked by and pinched my backside. That was the last straw. I couldn’t take it any longer! I started to cry uncontrollably. People began to stare at me, some of them snickering and whispering to each other. “What are you looking at?” I screamed at them. “Stop staring at me!” I couldn’t stop myself. I felt so hurt and confused and alone. I fled the dance and went out to my car. My hands were shaking so badly I was lucky I made it home in one piece. I locked myself in my room and refused to come out. It’s not like I could ever go back to school, after the scene I’d made.

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