Writings and Mindless Wanderings

Prologue                                                 Amidst it all, she felt inexplicably with all she was and all she was supposed to be, that there was one thing that she could accredit her life to. The power of the past; the force in which drives the universe into full gear, and pushes people past the mundane into the future. Nostalgia is to be defined as, “a sentiment of longing or affection for the past with a personal association.” What if there was no association to a sentiment of longing? What explains how you can miss something in which you have never fully experienced? How do you try to associate with a time period that derived from before you were born? These seemed to be all the ambiguous questions she asked herself every time she looked at...

Experiment #6- Slam Poetry The first time I felt insecure I was 10. Passing remarks about how I should “go eat a burger” or “put some meat on my bones” caused me to question my self worth. 10 is too young to not feel anything but assurance in your self worth. Worth to myself that I am enough. Enough to overcome the passing, snarky remarks of people who take pleasure in your downfalls. I was 13 when I couldn’t eat. Starved myself for the compliments I was starved for. Classmates said I should “go eat a salad” or I had “too much meat on my bones.” I learned that while I may be starving, they were full. Full of hatred for themselves; only able to let it out on others. Only able to feel secure by making others insecure. I learned at 13 years old that people make you feel less than because they feel less than. Less than worthy, less than perfect, less than what others are. They’re hurting because of their own issues with self worth. But really what you’re worth to your sel...