Wednesday W.O.O.T.
"Love. Four letters that can mean so much and so little. Butterflies in
your stomach love. Brotherly love. Love for that Chinese place in town.
So many meanings. I’ve been in love once. Feeling like nothing could
ever go wrong; invincibility, at your core. Love, goes against all
human nature. Primal human instinct is survival. Me. As long as my
heart keeps beating, then life goes on. What happens when the one whom
you love, dies? Please, God, oh God, take ME instead! You survive; yet
a part of you has died. What then? What am I capable of? It makes me
wonder why we are at our average with the absence of that love. All is
well, and all is well, and all manner of thing shall be well. Then we
indulge. People block their hearts all the time. Refuse to feel this
warmth. And once they slip into the most addictive drug on the planet,
the most beautiful mess ensues. Emotional turmoil begins. Ask anybody
who has been in love. You are totally out of control, yet your life is
in the most stable point you’ve ever felt. When I was oh so young and
oh so in love, I was at a turning point. For my better half, college,
half a world away from where we were in that moment, both physically
and in our relationship. For me, still coming into adult hood (though
it is speculated if I ever will), still mapping out where to lead my
life. So much was static, changing. All so volatile and I could never
feel more complacent. Sure I was worried, but I didn’t care, because I
had my baby in a basement sitting in an incredibly uncomfortable chair
with me taking random IQ tests, and my world couldn’t be any better.
The feel of love is something indescribable, a side-effect of its
multiple meanings. As human beings, we are capable of loving so much.
To bounce back after a terrible relationship and still go on, looking
for that one who can recreate that feeling, that feeling that you can’t
quite put your proverbial finger on….
Sure, all that has gone for me, momentarily, but here I am. Here I am,
still searching, still looking for the one who can recreate that
feeling of why I tried so hard. No thing in life is perfect, love
included. A wise man, I believe his name was Alfred, once inquired,
“Why do we fall sir? It’s so we can learn to pick ourselves back up
again.” And the beauty of love is discovering that special someone so
we never have to use that skill ever again."
Learning Love, Female-Age 17
"the satisfaction of being a skinny girl crosses my mind mmm, about twice a day. Depending on who I'm with, who I'm eating around, and what I'm eating. I wont deny any of it. I wont pretend that most days I think about this. Because I know all my friends do, teachers, mom, etc… and, today I realized something.
This should no longer consume my thoughts, nor time. This will no longer be an issue in my mind. why?
Because, i have the will power. I am starting to refuse to become a girl who cares about the worlds opinions about bodies. lets see. i think, I'm okay. no, i know I'm okay. I know, that this will no longer consume my days, How good or bad they are.
Mirrors are pointless. Self satisfaction to prove your beauty to another. Call me crazy, but… its a pointless ritual most of us consume our lives around. Lately, everything is changing. my moods.
my music.
my happiness.
my friends.
my family.
and, its a good change. the only thing that can consume my thoughts is my stupid weight.
that is dumb. I danced in the road today. I played imaginary basketball, and i ran around like i was four.
I've held hands, and I've talked to an old friend. I'd say life is good. So, moral of this little note:
To not consume my thoughts with dumb girl thoughts, that clearly, shouldn't matter.
To become happier in my own skin, and to understand that its a waste of time and energy.
no more, no more.
Finding Inner Beauty, Female-Age 15
