My Controversial Truth

I'm getting kind of tired of seeing posts about Amanda Todd. Yes, bullying is wrong. Yes, bullies should be held responsible for the repercussions of their actions. Yes, it is horrible when anyone feels he or she has no other choice left and does something irreparable. But if I had dressed and behaved like this young woman conducted her life at her age, I wouldn't have had time to kill myself because my grandparents would already have done it. Are you really going to stand there and tell me no blame should fall on the parental figures that enabled and the society that sexualizes the underage?

I'm Not Aphrodite, but I'm Sure as Hell Not Medusa Either

You know, I'm not some beautiful goddess by any stretch of the imagination, but that doesn't mean anyone in the universe has any right to say I'm ugly, either. Yes, I'm flawed. Everyone is, even Hollywood starlets and international supermodels and the everyone else who thinks they ARE those graven images of perfection. And you know what, ladies? Every one of you is amazing. No matter how many things you don't like about your face or your body, you're incredible. And I know how hard it is to believe that, because I can't really see it in myself either, but just look around you. You know those friends who see only flaws in themselves, whether it's weight or attributes, and all you can see is how beautiful they are? THAT IS HOW YOUR FRIENDS LOOK AT YOU. When you complain about the mole on your cheek or the ten pounds you need to lose, there is someone looking at you and thinking, "Why does she think she needs to change a thing?" There's someone looking at your photo and wishing for your face, for your body, for your smile that makes everything brighter--that same smile you hate because it shows too much gum. I hate that we live in a world where everyone compares themselves to Halle Berry or Jessica Alba or whichever other star of the moment. Yes, it's good to eat the right things and do a little cardio now and then and keep yourself healthy. But if I had my way, every woman in this world would realize how beautiful she is and stop looking for the flaws in herself, or in everyone else to make herself feel better. You ARE beautiful. And a hell of a lot more real than Halle Berry.

57 Years

It saddens me when I see these people who get together and three days later are "so madly in love." They're the reason the word holds no meaning anymore. You want to know what love is? Watch my grandfather's smile when he pats my grandmother on the knee and calls her "little bit." Watch her tell him he's silly but every single time he leaves the house, look out the window for him until he comes back. Watch him help her walk when her knee hurts too badly, or look in her eyes when he sings along to one of her favorite songs. 57 years of everything life could throw at them, from the Korean war to the death of their oldest daughter, hasn't driven them apart. Or maybe they just haven't let it. That's not to say that they're perfect; no one is, and they both know that. But I've learned so much from them and I truly wish that everyone out there had someone like that they could look at, if only to remind themselves whenever they need it... love is real, and tangible, and someone somewhere will make everything else in this world worth the pain. So don't settle for someone you know won't be there to hold you when you're 80. I know I won't.

Possession is Nine Tenths of My Foot up Your Ass

Okay this is really starting to irk me because I keep seeing it in my timeline... Why do all you girls seem convinced it's perfectly acceptable--and *romantic*, of all things--for a man to literally call you his *possession*? Does Twilight really have everyone so brainwashed that no matter how obviously oppressive and abusive a relationship is, it doesn't matter because you're *so in love*? And I don't want to hear any crap about how you're ugly or stupid or whatever and could never do better. Being alone is better. Trust me, I've been on that boat; it will sink and you will drown if you don't learn to lift your head and love yourself for who you are. You are beautiful and special and deserve better. Don't let any "man" convince you otherwise.

Epic Rant of Ranting

Okay, seriously. I don't want to read about people's drama anymore, so you know what? Here's some free advice: If your ex cheated on you, delete his ass, burn everything he ever gave you, and move on. Don't keep stalking his page or looking at his photos or letting him try to talk you into trying again. He didn't respect you enough to be loyal to you, so why should you respect him enough to even acknowledge his existence? Don't forget the experience, because it will teach you to guard yourself and that you never want to put another person through the pain he gave to you. But don't EVER, under ANY circumstances, give him the chance to do that to you again. Because he will, and then you'll have to move on anyway, knowing you were naive enough to believe someone who had already proven himself a liar. I know it haunts you, and I know you'll miss the person you thought he was, but someday you'll have that amazing realization. He was a liar, and you deserve better. Period. /endrant

Maybe. Maybe Not.

You know, maybe I don't know what I want out of my life. Maybe I'm a little broken and maybe I feel lost behind the smile sometimes and maybe I have no clue where I want to end up or even where my next step will take me. But I will find somewhere I can be at peace surrounded by people who make me happy. And you know what, guys? Maybe that's a destination in itself. So screw all of you who complain at me and backstab me and expect me to fix all of your life problems but disappear when all I need is encouragement. Screw anyone who says my dreams are pointless and I should be a good girl and content myself with whatever I'm given. I don't need your kind of friendship and I sure as hell don't need your brand of love. Maybe you gave up on making anything of your life long ago, and maybe you're right about me too; maybe I'll end up giving up and breaking down and shrivel into a broken husk of myself. But maybe you're wrong. Maybe I'll keep picking myself back up. Maybe I'll even find some people walking the same path who will lend me a hand. Maybe I don't have to be alone, and it's selfish of you to tell me to be and stupid of myself to believe sometimes that's to what I'm doomed. Maybe my destination, my happiness, lies right here in this moment, and all I have to do is stop listening to you... reach out my hand... and take what's always been mine.