Humanity
I Am Different
It's not easy being plus size. Now, I know what you are probably going to think while reading this. It's not easy being a different race. It's not easy being a different gender. Heck it's not easy being human. I understand all that completely. It's not easy being different. Just being a smidge different than what the norm calls for makes you some sort of weirdo. And then you are made fun of, looked at weird, or shunned. Believe me, I know. But I'm here to tell you that it's not easy being plus size. Because, well, I'm plus size. I've been plus size for as long as I can remember. I've struggled with my weight a lot. You never know when a guy is hitting on you or when he's only talking to you because his friend dared him. Or if he's talking to you because he's "being nice." People don't feel sorry for you. They think it's your fault that you are this size. And maybe it is. But what I do know is that I have a lot of emotions going on in my head. And that's what makes me eat. It's probably what makes a lot of people eat. But I am not speaking for everyone. This is just my experience. But it could be a reason. You want to run from your emotions. And you aren't sure what to do. But all you know is that food is a comfort. And you will always, ALWAYS, run to something that comforts you. It's better to feel comforted in some way than to feel horrible and wallow in that feeling forever.
Erika AlmanzarPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsMy worst writing won a competition
I have always been an avid writer, but 98% of the words I have written have never had another pair of eyes criticize them as much as my own have. Most of my stories are mediocre, average at best, with too many plot holes to count and shallow characters that are immune to change. I say I am an avid writer, but I am by no means a good one. I will probably NEVER consider myself to be a proper writer with any considerable talent until I win a Vocal challenge. That seems like an unfair thing to do to myself, I know. There are so many thousands of talented writers on Vocal that, just because they win a challenge instead of me, shouldn’t mean I am therefore a poor writer.
Eloise RobertsonPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsI Made a Coloring Book for Amazon
Once again the mood music is set (breast pump and the baby's sound machine). My coloring book is now LIVE on Amazon and I just about flipped out with excitement. It feels like a big accomplishment. I set a goal, worked towards that goals in small, manageable chunks, didn't beat myself up for missing a day here or there, and steadily reached the goal.
Jessica StappPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsMy Near-Brush With People Smugglers
(NOTE: For anonymity, all the *names have been changed. The name of some of the **countries mentioned have also been changed into codes.)
Josephine CrispinPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsBeing Me
Being Me My mind was a kaleidoscope of the absurd, brilliantly colored, opulent, but with no intent. My plate was always worth more than my meal, for my ideas were dreams without a pillow to lay my head, I was a ship with no port in which to moor. I hustled a flurry of nothingness, flight without wings, the sky and the earth upside down, inside out, reversed as you know them.
Gregory Dolan DiesPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsBeggars; can we be choosers?
There is a strip mall five miles from my house which houses several of my favorite stores-Bed, Bath & Beyond, Target, our grocery, my hair cutter Sharon at Supercuts, Petsmart – and for the last few years, whenever I pull out of the complex, I stare into the face of the same beggar.
David Louis StanleyPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsRoute 86
This is my story. The reason I am telling you the truth is because I don’t know who you are and you don’t know who I am. We will never meet, you will never know what colour my eyes are, what shape
Toni JayPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsThe Big Ask
In 2013, I had a major crush on one of my friends. I hesitate to say I was in love with him, but I really cared about him. A whole bunches a lot. I might have loved him had he returned my feelings, but he only saw me as a friend. It’s not a particularly novel tale. You’ve probably heard it before. Certainly nothing to write home and tell the wife and kids about, assuming you have a wife and kids. If so, lucky you.
Navaris DarsonPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsMy Feel Good
It has been said that money drugs and sex are vital things people need to feel alive or create happiness. So much so, that there have been hundreds of songs, if not more created behind the feelings of having these things. The irony in this trio is that although they create a sense of happiness for a period, the feeling usually leaves when it ends. But music is one of the top paramount pleasures that create a long- lasting generational effect. It is what makes people move, feel emotion, come together in harmony, and feel free. Music is played with, during or while in the act of the trio. Music takes you into a different place and you never forget the feeling. It doesn’t matter what class, background, social status, country or disability music is heard and felt with practically anyone or everyone. The great thing about music is that there are over 1,300 genres to choose from, and it breaks through all kinds of barriers. People from all walks of life can suddenly become relatable or influential to the masses. The beauty and power of music transcends, deepens our connection in/with or even outside of this world. The downside of music can also encourage worldliness pleasures that go against humanity or social norms.
Beautiful IntelligencePublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsStrange & Creepy Trail Cam Pics
A while ago we invited anyone in the local area to show us their strangest and creepiest trail / deer cam photos. We were not disappointed in the results. It's surprising to see just what or who is lurking around in the darkness.
Rebecca Lynn IveyPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsGrowing Old(er) not so Gracefully
I’ve done a lot of embarrassing things in my life. There was that time I peed my pants in the classroom in Grade 1 – all because I was too shy to ask the teacher, Mrs. Bracken, if I could go to the bathroom. Imagine how much harder it was to explain why the classroom floor and half of my classmates’ shoes were puddled in 6 year-old kidney-processed bladder-busting apple juice!
Shelley CarrollPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsIs being introvert bad ??
For as long as I could remember, now I've always found comfort in my time alone. In fact this is where I want to spend more of my time, Actually it's a place where I feel like I come alive . Unfortunately if you were to look up the word introvert, you would see a definition of a shy reticent person. To be honest I don't think this is a very accurate description of what a introvert is...
Yug AcharyaPublished 3 years ago in Confessions