Rheanna Philipp
Bio
Just a girl who finds writing as an escape
Stories (7/0)
Brace For it
I write this sitting on fruit crate outside an abandoned K mart, Brandon, my 13 year old step brother is creating a pile of drool. The spit is slowly sliding out of his mouth to hit a pool that is way too close to my shoes for comfort. This kid has not been able to contain his spit ever since he was a loud crying toddler. I would be passed out on the beaten down mattress beside me, but every time I put my head down my braces stab me in the cheek. If you really want to know about how my awkward teenage life became well, this, then let me go on. It all started with a kiss, or lack there of.
By Rheanna Philipp3 years ago in Humans
The Life of a Girl
The feeling of inadequacy is a constant weight that rests upon the chests of girls growing up. Our lives are different from those of the other gender and everything in between. The social connotations and requirements that are put in place in order to make the female society conform to one just image. Effects from the media are never ending; cognitively damaging pieces of art sculpted by the tools of photoshop and face tune, sculpted by the diets of squirrels and health enhancing powders, are easily accessible with just a swipe of a thumb. Women with ribs that look like jail cell bars display their microscopic bodies for the world to see. The “Ideal Girl”, a completely fabricated phenomenon that manipulates the minds of innocent young girls.
By Rheanna Philipp3 years ago in Humans
Adolescence
Adolescence the epitome of innocence. Shackles unlatched, ropes untied, white lies, like you’ll be fine, simply phrases that adults use to protect our precious souls. There are no restraints to the world of imagination that is within us all. Children’s souls rumbling, shaking, quaking with excitement. Tiny hands, clawing up the rigid structures of play. Griping and clinging to bars, children are monkeys swinging from trees, breathing in the fresh air of the sea, taking in the world with a lens that slowly gets lost as our minds evolve.
By Rheanna Philipp3 years ago in Poets
The Beauty of Human Connection
I live in a world where true human connection is limited. The fear of being truthful and open consumes the minds of an outstanding number of people. In highschool it is extremely difficult to find people who are “real”. Everyone is living behind masks, using their self ingrained defence mechanisms to protect themselves. When discussing animals we mention the “fight or flight” technique that creatures use in the animal kingdom. However this “fight or flight” is built into us humans as well. We put up barricades and boundaries in order to remove ourselves from reality and to distract ourselves from the possible harshnesses that we could face if we drop our shields. But, there are people in world like me, who try to strip down our walls in order to grasp onto even the slightest amount of love and honesty. We bagger and nag at our friends and family, hoping to strip off a layer of their winter grown bark. Except, this bark is rough and tough, and fingernails are only strong enough to make imprints and scratches. Yet, our desire to feel, consumes us to the point where we will let the tips of our fingers become raw and bloody, just so that we can strip off a piece and get to the sap full of honesty that lies within. Annabelle is one of those people who desire human connection:
By Rheanna Philipp3 years ago in Humans