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Lol this made my day. Thank you.
Love you too! Peace.
I watched a documentary the other day.
Ok, a few. Like I always do.
And It was on the crisis of Syria, and what the country is facing. No, what the country is becoming deceased of.
I watched doctors tend children no older then 10, dying for bullet wounds and injured from bomb explosions. These doctors were not only crucial medical professionals but heroes to these civilians.
They became my inspiration of why risks must be taken to heal. Not just physically but emotionally.
I witnessed battles and clashes of complete anger, suffering, and poverty consume all in the mix of war.
Typing this now, I cannot understand what makes me so absolute worthy of a safe shelter, continuous stocks of food, and a free education.
While many, many, many others would produce great changes to the world with these tools and resources.
I’m hurt. I’m saddened, and wanting to be there in spirit with the innocent. And the ones not innocent, too come to truth with peace.
I had been told ignorant, horrible, lies of why I should ignore this crisis. For the reason of religion and politics.
For that I want to be somewhere completely isolated from these beliefs of inhumane fundamentals. Than follow a force driven by that ignorance.
For Syria and other countries, cities, villages that are at war.
I am praying.
I pray for earth and all it’s troubles.
I love San Francisco,
More than I can express.
Leaving her for my benefit of immersing myself into other adventures is torn, for this is my home. And out there is grounds different far from what I have experienced over watching documentaries and reading articles in the newspaper.
Because in reality, I would be doing it myself.
And her work of having bred poets, artists, musicians, and intellectuals is a miracle. Her curvaceous streets stop at no limit until they combine through the Bay. The flows of those rippling, wavy curls brings countless admirers to their knees. Her ageless, spontaneous, joys of acceptance for whoever will join in to a parade or fleets of diverse wonders. Is historical and modern.
You may have my soul but for the time being.
I must attend to your relatives of the world.
School is in a bit,
But the idea of falling asleep with having all this extra weight is terrifying.
I’m still battling with bodies issues as the insecure person I am, but the other side of me. The feminist, IDGAF, beauty queen is at revolution.
I want her to win. I would rather be 200 pounds of confidence then 100 pounds of depression.
Health reasons of course keep me from being 200 pounds because I am taking care of myself. And future romance being not a possibility for me because of these rolls and flabby bits makes me diet and exercise even more.
Today children in my class put a ”fat” post note on my back as a joke.
Children I love and care for as my own siblings.
While some friends tell me I need to lose weight for this and that.
Men from my old job even heavier then I am now, would tell me I was beautiful, asked if I was dating. Showering with compliments.
Even a few saying how my figure was great.
When I go out dressed my best, I am hit on.
So I am so completely confused of my appearance.
Even checking the mirror more then 50 times a day,
It’s obvious my age group of kids and teens take my weight issues more than enough on comments and concerns. Saying I’m fat.
While my older sister’s age group of early to mid 20’s.
Tell me I look just fine, and I’m hot.
I really cannot understand.
I guess I’m not in a category of medium or chubby.
I believe now, its what people’s opinions are based on.
Their culture, their family, who they grew up with. Where.
Im sure I will rant on something like this again.
But for now.
IDGAF Revolution’ess is beginning to overcome.