Embarrassment
Shamelessly eating free cake but forgetting to bring a gift at a birthday party
My parents moved country when I was just a baby, travelling from India to Italy back in the early 2000s. We lived in a small village on a hill which was about 15 minutes away in car from the nearest town.
ExoDollPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsObsession with Grammar
Is anyone else here obsessed with correct grammar, using the right words, correct spellings etc.? Argghhh, I am. It is funny too, I know.
NIDHI SHARMAPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsMy First Week of Dieting
Having been predisposed to obesity since childhood, I’ve always had a love-hate relationship with food, with constant diets and even the occasional eating disorder. During the pandemic, my boyfriend and I gained collectively the weight of a grown child, or a standard ballerina. No morning sickness, no swollen ankles, no labor, POP! Here you go, your own child (in fat). Not a pretty picture, I know, but it’s the truth. Comfort eating, indulging in too many late-night snacks and glasses of wine, lack of exercise, stress, isolation. They all played a part and after one year and a half, the scale started to silently judge us.
A.M.RadulescuPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsBecause
Here I am, making the most out of a big mistake. Was the mistake something terrible I did in a passed life? Possibly. In a way, all mistake are made in our passed lives.. but this life.. this identity.. has always felt definite to me. And, as I come (further) into consciousness, I look deeper and deeper for purpose. It was around my twenties that I learned the necessity of changing the world through changing ones’ self. All of my attempts at world peace failed miserably. I wanted to be a rock star. I learned recently at the age of twenty five that I never allowed myself to do that because I had never been willing to be a rock. I was a trust fund baby, and I never lasted more than two weeks at any job. But, I’ve always been intelligent. What I’m learning now is that even unconsciously, I’ve always been on the right path. Maybe it’s nature, maybe it’s “God’s plan,” maybe it’s a self-fulfilling profecy. The truth is, none of that matters. People should support me because when I realized I could only change the world through changing myself, I became a rock. It was HARD. It still is. It’s so hard!!! I squandered my money away. I don’t have a choice any more, whether or not I want to go to work. I created and birthed a child. I love her passionately. And, I refuse to let her grow up in a world without hope.
Ashley CressyPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsNORTHERN MISFIT
Write about a time when you felt like a misfit. Oh, let me count the ways! Have you ever felt like a misfit among your colleagues? Check! I used to leave work every day at 3:15 to get home to my dogs and running and house and hobbies. Most of the other teachers would stay to work on their classrooms or planning. They looked down on me for it because I didn't have a "conventional" family I was going home to. Does that count? Have you ever felt like a misfit among your peers? Check! How about the time when I lived in a dorm my freshman year of college, and all the girls were binging and purging except for me. Was I misfit material? Do you feel like a misfit among your family? Check! Check!! And checkmate!!! I know I qualify for this one. I could win a medal for this category. I am a single, divorced, childless female who is free thinking and doesn't belong to a religious group or political party, in a conservative, religious family. Nope, fur babies do not count in this elite group. Pretty sure I check off boxes that don't even exist yet, ha!
Lisa BrasherPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsWow, you can't really dance!
Dancing is supposed to be a voluntary (or involuntary) reaction to hearing good music, otherwise known as ‘bangers’. I love to dance when I know no one is watching and can tolerate being watched only when adequately buzzed. I think my moves are an amalgam of tasteful vogue-ish poses, hip hop two-step and spastic twitching. It all looks very elegant, I assure you. Perhaps my unease with dancing in public stemmed from an ill-fated event in my childhood.
Jenny SamuelPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsI just want eggs
I have no groceries. Who keeps a full fridge these days anyways? Food can go bad so quickly. I end up throwing half of the stuff I buy anyways. But I have nothing right now. I need to get eggs. Some turkey, maybe a chocolate bar.
vPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsToo Much
I dont think there is a time I have ever fit in anywhere. I mean ever. At four years old, I started gaining weight. My parents had no clue why, so they took me to a hospital to have some tests ran. The tests and doctors said that I was normal.
NikkiWhoPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsSophomore Yr. At Vista
High school for me was seemingly a breeze. I had decent friends that strayed off the straight and narrow every so often, but overall things were good. I played sports, got decent grades and wasn’t the best with women, but had a couple girlfriends. All except for sophomore year when I transferred to Vista. My mother had just started taking her real estate/entrepreneur/hustle seriously and moved us up north. I have no idea why my father agreed to this. At that time it seemed like the worst possible move for everyone. In the past my mother had been flipping properties, but nothing that was out of the zip code. It was great, I remember going over and watching her take these decrepit buildings and turn them into something beautiful, and she always had a team that could turn her vision into reality. Fast forward to the new house up north and all of that was nonexistent. The only thing that stayed consistent was the house being a trash pit. This time not only did we have to live in it, but there was no team. We became the team. We left our beautiful house to chase my mothers dream.
Tetrenius CobaltPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsDown the Boards
Breath in… Bend your knees. Remain focused on the task at hand—keeping the mental game in check, while executing a routine that seems all too familiar.
Jeremy JamesPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsRazor Burn
It’s 1996 and I’m about to start my last year of elementary school, at a new school, in a town to which I just moved. Some background: my mother had just separated from my dad after he had been carrying on with a woman named Colleen at local bars in town. Since my mom was cute, and still young, she didn’t have to stay single for very long; a family friend had set her up with a widower she was close with named Eddie. He ultimately became my step-father, but was first introduced to me as a lonely sea captain, who thought my mom was attractive, and would drink Diet Pepsi at our friend’s summer pool parties. They hit it off immediately, and he eventually invited us to move in with him and his teenage son Russell, just one town over. The ensuing 12 years were, in fact, the best years of my life, but they definitely didn’t start that way.
J. E. SullivanPublished 3 years ago in Confessions- Top Story - June 2021
Party Time!
Parties: An opportunity to stand around in uncomfortable shoes among strangers, wondering what you’re going to talk about and drinking too much to get over the awkwardness.
Fiona HamerPublished 3 years ago in Confessions