Emma Barfield
Bio
I'm just a small town girl trying to make it in the big city. Always looking for inspiration to see if I have any stories worth telling.
Stories (3/0)
Finding Equilibrium
As a young woman I was always taught that how I looked mattered more than what I thought. That I had no more to bring to the table than to be pleasing to look at. The Body Positivity movement came far too late for me and not a day goes by that I don’t struggle with my outlook on life. Throughout my teens I was suffocated by the judgement I received from my family members and my so called friends. After years of conditioning I just didn’t have the confidence to rise above and to make changes. The desire to transform was always on the forefront of my mind, however I didn’t have the courage to take those steps until my mid-twenties. While I was pursuing my first degree in technical theater I was truly able to open my mind to other possibilities. I was coming into regular contact with people who encouraged me to see the world differently. Who made me believe that I could do or be anything I set my mind to.
By Emma Barfield3 years ago in Motivation
Nix v. Hedden
The tomato, is it a fruit or is it a vegetable? Those of us that are logically minded would say fruit because by definition fruits are the products that bloom from a plant. Whereas vegetables are the other parts of the plant; root, stem, leaf, etc. Those of us that are practically minded would say vegetable because culinarily speaking tomatoes have more of a savory taste and are used most commonly in a side dish or main course. The truth of the matter is that both parties are correct.
By Emma Barfield3 years ago in FYI
All The Little Things
The old couch in the corner starts to swim before my eyes. The dust filled air and the light filtering in through the old windows gives everything an aged yellow hue. I can’t believe we let Aunt Lou become such a packrat. We knew she was dying, but we couldn’t bring ourselves to prepare. She died almost a year ago and we’re still sorting through all of her things. The thought sent a jolt of pain to my heart. Almost a year and I miss her everyday. My mom said it would pass with time, but I still feel her absence everyday. I look up to stop the tears from falling knowing that if I start the garage will never be emptied. Everything that was fit to be given was claimed by Aunt Lou’s friends and our relatives months ago. All that’s left is the odds and ends that nobody seems to want. I know it’s all junk and most of it will need to be thrown away. But I couldn’t bring myself to do that. I can still feel her here amongst all of her things. How could I part with even one little thing if looking at it would summon her spirit?
By Emma Barfield3 years ago in Families
