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How do you stay thin?
I don't eat. If you want to know the truth. Women feel obligated to take up less space. This is one, among many, reasons I have felt, as I do. I remember the precise minute when I went from being a free-spirited young girl to that statement from a well-intended family friend saying, "don't eat at night, that is why you are getting so heavy". I wasn't “heavy" until that moment. Now I bear the weight of judgment.
By Tanee Welcome5 years ago in Confessions
The Secret Deletion
My oldest brother is a complete asshole. No, seriously, he earns that opinion yet again every time I have to see him. He is seriously one of the most profoundly horrible human beings I’ve ever met in my life — I always envied other little girls who had nice brothers who played with them.
By Deborah Moran5 years ago in Confessions
Why I wright? Because it is right.
Writing is an art form; full of expression, admiration, passion, and creative perplexities. To express oneself I wish to delve into the realm of realism, relatability and awe. Allow me to fill your mind with tales of my experiences which haunt, enlighten and intrigue. The purpose of my writing is to teach my morals and allow someone to think before acting, whether it be about homelessness, suicidal ideation, depression or abuse. My writing will always have a personal message in which the audience will be able to relate. I wish for my writing to inspire and give hope. Writing is my passion, people listen as it is personal; from experience; from the heart, mind and soul. I release my emotions onto the page so others can heal and relate, to know they're not alone in this bittersweet reality. My writing gives me fulfilment as it releases and evokes emotions. It is my coping mechanism, some have cars, lovers, narcotics, video games, masturbation, television etcetera. I have my writing. In a perfect world to monetise and fund my writing will be a dream come true and to all the followers will have free, instant access. For those who wish to collaborate my eyes, ears and heart will always be open and willing to help. My writing is typically in the style of poetry as the flow is pleasant on the ears and eyes. My writing has turned many heads, from those who are haters of poetry to lovers of the art. The following is a short monologue I wrote about homelessness. It is one of many issues I wish to address through my writing. Although I have never been homeless I sympathise and empathise immensely. I hope you enjoy the following and will consider funding my work.
By Jack Kirwood5 years ago in Confessions
How a Naked Man Made me Scream
Have you ever slept on a complete stranger's couch? I have. More than I can count on both hands, all over the world. Sounds crazy? Believe me when I tell you that it is one of the most eye-opening, exciting experiences to open your heart and get to know the world.
By Laura Blu Sandía5 years ago in Confessions
Bullshitting the Bullshitter
Tis the 4th Day of the 20th week in the Year of Lord Is there a more extra way to state the date? If there is you should have told me before I wrote this. I'm laughing becuase if you read that without a British accent you're joyless and I need you to get right. The english language allows us no shortage of ways to bullshit. Unfortunately I have been doing this kind of bullshitting my whole life. I could have started this piece with “Today” or given the actual date in plain English May 19, 2022 but as one who loves to agitate, I find it worth while to find annoyingly long ways to say things, so long as it makes the sentence flow like water and sound too eloquent for the more practical and less well read among us to replicate. See what I did there.
By Hannah Farrow5 years ago in Confessions
Daddy Issues
The worst part of my life was when I decided I needed a dominant. I didn’t know the difference between a sexual dominant and one that helps with daily functions so I picked at the idea that I could be sexually dominated and possibly be loved in the right ways but it didn’t work out that way. I guess I was desperate and turned to complete strangers for my own self satisfaction of maybe feeling needed or even wanted. It was a dark era that lasted about a year and a half. With slip ups after that which had torn my possible chance of a lover into two and my actions were atrocious enough to close those doors and reminded me of why I have been on my own and had preferred it that way. Due to my adoption I was raised in an all woman home and my two brothers were in different homes so I didn’t grow up with either of them and I didn’t have a father figure or an actual father to nurture or protect me from life and love troubles.
By Keanna Barry 5 years ago in Confessions
Tales of Bette: Ozzy's perspective, After midnight January 1, 2000
Bette On It: Weird Adolescence. 8th Grade 1999-2000. An excerpt... Midnight came and went and Ozzy and Vanessa didn't even kiss when the ball dropped. Vanessa offered to give Bette a ride, but she didn't want one, she wanted to walk again. Tylor had already crashed, and Greyson grazed on popcorn and consulted a Magic 8-Ball with various questions. Ozzy saw Bette to the door.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her5 years ago in Confessions
France
Is it easier to see something more clearly from the outside? As the French would say, Peut-être (perhaps). Many developed countries face the same issue. How to diversify their labor market or bring in talented/educated labor as well as those willing to do the jobs that many are not willing to. The richer your country is, the fewer babies who are born. One, because having a child becomes too expensive but also as women become more free with their own education, jobs and money…they chose to have fewer children. Old people also are living longer and the pension or social security systems that they rely on require labor to survive. Too many countries want to accomplish this diversification of the labor market without compromising any of their stubborn set ways or what they consider their “values.” Typically these values are nothing more that veiled supremacy of the ruling power/race. So far, all countries who refuse to bend, have failed. How have they failed? Let me count the ways.
By Sarah Manning5 years ago in Confessions
I'll NEVER BE THE SAME
Sometimes things aren't always what they appear to be. I'll tell you about something that happened to me. This is a part of my life I don't like to look back at, but if you're curious to know I will share with you. I had a best friend way back, that I met when I was a young girl about 6. She was a beautiful girl . Ella was her name. I'll never forget her smile. It was one of them smiles you see still when you close your eyes. Ella and I started school together. I remember our first day in kindergarten. Mrs. Branch our teacher, always smelled like sweet vanilla. Ella and I experienced all of our young years into our early teenage years together. We went to high school together and we had a crush on the same guy. We both lost our virginity on Prom Night. I'll never forget the late nights that we stayed up eating sweets and telling some of the deepest secrets a young beautiful soul has stored away. I loved her like she was my sister. what makes somebody your sister? Because I don't think you could be any closer to a human being than I was with Ella. The sad part of the story is we didn't make it into the same College, and she went off one way and I went the other. We kept in contact with letters and phone calls, but that only kept for so long. And a short 2 years I realized I completely lost contact with her. One night my heart was bleeding ripped wide-open missing her. I was having some problems in life, my new life and I needed her. It absolutely broke my heart that I had no way of reaching her. I'd feel like a fool to call her parents or my parents to try to reconnect. Just as there is a sad part there is the beginning of what one might call the beginning of a fairy tale. I'm met this charming handsome Extraordinary tall drink of water, he went by the name Eleven. When I first laid eyes on him I felt my heart in my throat and I knew I just needed to know his name. After a few drinks I had the courage that my heart forced me to have, and I went and introduced myself. That was the greatest mistake of my life. and just that one conversation I fell in love with this God sending angel. He treated me like royalty. One thing I loved about him was he never had a mask that fell off, he stayed this amazing miracle that he was from the day that I met him. So about a year-and-a-half into our relationship, and we were laying in bed holding each other after having passionate love, working on the Love Child Of Our Lives, he turns me over and holds my face looking deeply in my eyes. And for a strange second it felt too familiar. so familiar it got uncomfortable. Then Eleven asked me if I would always love him no matter what? I just knew by the tone of his voice, I was about to have a ton of bricks fall on me. Eleven then with a single teardrop falling down his cheek, he proceeds to tell me one of his deepest secrets his soul has stored away. After he told me he would love me for the rest of his life as well as mine no matter what, he told me that he is my best friend Ella. E\even said he'd always been in love with me and knowing all of my deepest Secrets Eleven knew girls were not my thing. I don't know if this is the sweetest thing I've ever seen or the most disgusting. With this person that has my heart in the palm of his hand, confessing to deceiving me in the most unthinkable way. I know what I would do if I would have known what this in the beginning, But Eleven has my heart now. Where do I find the strength in me to leave? When the one my heart craves has a river of tears begging me to stay. This is not what I thought it was and I will never be the same.
By Andrea Bushey5 years ago in Confessions
