I love being able to find things that cheer me up when life’s bringing me down. Hanging out with kimberly & the neighborhood kids helps because they’re so carefree, and they persuade me to be so also. I love talking about random things and making silly faces. I love kicking jacks as the rain slowly comes down, and laughing my ass off when friends comes on television. I try not to think of him, but if I must, I think of only the good times, and reassure myself that things will get better.
Like why am I so ugly? How could he care so little about me? Why am I always the one left out? Why do I try so hard when I never get noticed anyway? What do I have to do to make someone love me? Why does life with him feel like a beautiful nightmare? Is it possible to be this awkward? Will I ever be happy?
Am I the only kid my age that remembers 9/11 perfectly?
I may have only been 6 years old on that day, but never had I been shielded from the events of the day.
My mom frantically picked me up from school, and on the car ride home she didn’t say a thing. I get home, and my mom is on the phone, freaking out. I found out later that my dad was supposed to have gone to the Pentagon that day, and she had no idea where he was. I stared at the TV, not even aware of what I was looking at.
My psychology teacher said something that I don’t agree with. She says that since we were so young and don’t “remember” that day, we are not expected to be sad. I find that to be ridiculous. I look at those images and the videos, and freeze, thinking about the loss of life. Think about the people who posted pictures of their loved ones on telephone poles, hoping that they would be found or would come home. Think about the people in the plane, how could they even contemplate that their life was going to end? Just thinking about that can make anyone, including myself feel the pain that people personally effected feel.
Another thing that personally makes my stomach churn is when people post GIFS of the twin towers burning. I find it to be disrespectful, because who wants to see such a tragedy over and over again?
No matter what age we are, 9/11 was an attack on all of us, against our country. I hope everyone takes the time on Sunday to appreciate the people in their lives, and the freedom we all share.
You don’t meet many girls who want to gain weight, but I do. I am 85 pounds, mainly because of genetics, but also because I have lost my appetite recently. I feel perfectly fine, but I am starting to, for the first time in my life, become self-concious of my figure.
People tell me to stop complaining, they would kill to have my body. Honestly though, I want curves. I want to look more full, I want to able to fit anything but an extra small. I am scared to have a boy look at my body, and not want to take a second glance.
We are all fighting our own battles, and we all want to come at the same conclusion: feeling normal.