.....between the wire and the word....

This is really what it always comes down too. I get tired. I take my medicine. I should be asleep in 15 minutes....30 minutes go by and I find myself writhing in my bed trying to forget all that's going on around me. It's just what I do. I am comfortably used to it...the uncomfortableness of pain. I'm used to the tears. I'm used to it. At least that's what I tell myself a lot. You see, whenIi know I'm about to lose something, something so incredibly important to me, my fears take over me. It's like I'm Sampson and you are my hair, my strength, and Delilah, my life, has found me and come to take away more, yet again. More and More. I feel like life takes and takes. Right now, at 2:40 AM....I can definitely feel the effects of loss. Loss is just so blinding. When it happens it's like there's nothing else to look to, all you can see is that one thing that's about to blow you out of the water.

Right now I am waiting. I am waiting for the final moment. I am anticipating letters to be written....more tears to be shed...breath to be taken...and the death of a few good hopes. And every time I wonder why I let myself believe again. Every time I wonder how I learn to trust so fast and fall so hard. I really should learn to remember that life isn't kind. Then again...I should be sleeping instead of crying. Between the wire and the word there is no difference in words spoken and lies heard. There is no difference. So cry hard.

Dear World....

This is a poem written by a girl named Lexie from the MTV series "The Buried Life". This poem was written in response to an episode done with TWLOHA. I hope this poem brings encouragement to you as it was meant to.

Dear World,

Soon my fears will be brought from darkness to light.
I am no longer afraid.

Soon my scars will no longer be hidden, but on display for all of you to see.
My scars have started to fade, and my heart has started to heal.

Soon my masks that I have so delicately created, will be broken and all of me will be exposed.
I have started to love the person who has been hiding behind them, and I am learning to accept her.

I have been so blessed to have people I love, people who don't even know me, and newfound friends support me. But I am one of the lucky ones, I am one of the blessed.

What about the girl who still hides her pain, and hides behind her mask? Or the boy who still struggles with the emotions you have told him to hide?

What will you do to them when they are ready to step out of the darkness and into the light?

It is in your nature to try and scare them, and tell them to go back into their darkness and hide there. It's where they belong, and it's the only place they are safe.

We all know that isn't true, so now you have a choice.
Let them come out of the darkness and embrace them in your light. Or continue to send them back, and keep them there.

If you choose to let them shine, you will be amazed at what you will see. They have so much to give, and so much to share. They will be delicate at first, but in time they will strengthen. You can be a part of that, and in turn be strengthened by them.

If you choose to send them into the darkness yet again, know you are making such a huge mistake. Not only because it is simply wrong, but you are losing the chance to see the beauty they have inside. Do you really want to feel the burden of keeping them silent?

If you are on the fence, come and attack me. I have been so blessed, and because of that you no longer scare me. No matter what you throw at me I can almost guarantee I have already faced it, and I've won. If I haven't yet, I have the support system to help me fight. I am one of the lucky ones, not all are as lucky as I am. Don't take away the hope they have finally realized they have.

So world, what will it be?

Just to be you....so on fire, so free

We don't like our thighs to touch, or our butts too big. Our stomachs unshapely, or our biceps untrimmed. I see your beauty, and I cannot see mine. Why are we so blind? We run until we puke, religiously.

I can look in the mirror and pick out flaws until there are no good things left about me. And yes, I struggle with it.. Other days I could care less whether or not I eat McDonalds. I just want to know how we let ourselves believe these lies....that we aren't worthy, pretty, beautiful inside and out. I want to know why it's so hard for us to believe the truth. Why are our bodies such a hangup?

There was a 119 percent rise in eating disorder related hospitalizations between 1999 and 2006 for kids under 12. This should say something to us. Most of us that feel shameful when we look at our bodies, however, will shrug this off and say, "That doesn't change the way I think about myself". It's involuntary. it's not like we want to find something wrong with ourselves every time we look into a mirror.

I want to challenge anyone who feels inadequate to go against the grain and learn to believe the fact that you aren't. You aren't inadequate. You are worth something. Don't let others make you feel like you're not. You are your own person. You are beautiful. You, stop worrying about your body obsessively. Love yourself.

Operation Beautiful

To those who are questioning their own worth....You are beautiful and worth it.
       For beauty that damns us so often....nothing makes you more beautiful than the belief that you are, and you are.
    To the ones who take the beating of the world; NO ONE can make you feel inferior without your consent.
Beauty is not in the face; it is a light in the heart.
                          Your little flaws make you unique. They are not flaws. Embrace yourself. Lead with you heart and the rest of you will follow. And always try to remember, weight does not equal worth and size does not equal substance.



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:) have a beautiful day

"So young, full of running...all the way to the edge of desire. Steady my breathing, silently screaming...I have to have you now."

I can sincerely say that I really don't enjoy tears. Yet, it seems that I have to endure through a lot of them. I don't know how it happens, I never see it coming. But, nevertheless, tears always find me.
  The tears found me this week as I found out one of my best friends....more like sister...is moving away from me. It's kind of hard to decipher this into blog form.

     I think the hardest part about this is knowing that when I pass her room she won't be in there. She won't be around to give the best hugs when I'm happy....or sad.........or just trying to annoy her :) Gosh, I look at this situation and I kind of space out just thinking about how much things are really going to change. Lame sauce. Usually people will say," You've changed me for the better". I can't really say that about Rachel. I can say something better. True friends don't change you. They hold you when you're learning harsh lessons. They help you along the path of life. And they influence you no matter how much or how little they try. The true definition of a friend is someone who will love on you no matter how many mistakes you have made, are making, or will make in the future.

     The bad thing about growing up....is that people leave. The good thing....it's not forever. While I really really feel like I'm losing right now, I also know that there's no way Rachel Walker will ever leave my life. Partially because I won't let her, partially because she won't let me :) But mostly because she has influenced my life so much that the changes in my heart, due to her, will always remind me that she is still here. And while it may feel like a whole lot is crashing down right now for those of us here.....we shouldn't be surprised that we are left in the dust of the ambitious runner ;) Those who are full of honor and integrity and ambition just cannot be held back. Loss and gain. Lesson learned.