Dear Weekend,
Please don't go away.
Stay.
Forever.
Thanks.
Isn't that we are all saying when Sunday night rolls around? I mean, when you think about your greatest moments, they all occur during the weekend. A time when you are so free, you feel like you can fly. There are no fears for what's to come. At least, that's how it is for me. Then again, I am a college student.
The weekend for me always extends into the week though. I try not to let that freedom go. I take care of my responsibilities and then I am back at! But I have always been told I am quite the free-spirit.
That's how I want to live though. Free. I don't ever want anything to hold me back. I want my life to be lived to the max. I want the feeling of random outings. Friends calling me last minute with plans. I want to see everything there is to see. I want to feel everything there is to feel. I mean, what is there to really fear? Nothing.
If I am living a life of fear, then I am simply not living. I don't want to always be regretting the choices that I make. I will make some choices that maybe I shouldn't. But hey! I have to live with it.
I feel like if we all lived our lives like an everlasting weekend, we would all be so much happier. There are always going to be responsibilities, but why can't we be positive about it? We are all so damn blessed it's ridiculous. If we all felt as happy and fearless as we did on the weekends then, shit. Life would be bliss.
It's so strange, because so many people are negative about the things they shouldn't be. And what's the point? Just live life. Be happy. Be free. Be the weekend.
Sunday, April 19, 2015
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Acceptance
I may not be the same size I was a year ago, or even last week. I may not have the same thoughts, opinions, and mindset either. I may not even be the person I once was. But who is to say I am not myself?
I remember that image, whether it be body or personality, was never a thought that crossed my mind. That was until I walked into a place where I was surrounded by "girls" who were constantly concerned with what they looked like.
So why is it, that society tries to tell me different? Why is there this burning desire for everyone to be the perfect person. What is the perfect person? Does that exist? Probably not. But humans feel, naturally, they need to out do the next. Women are constantly pushing themselves; they diet, workout to unnatural extents, turn their bodies into what they think is "beautiful."
Why does the perfect person have to have a perfect body? Why can't it be someone who is motivated to be the best they can be, or have a wonderful personality? I will tell you why. Society tells us in order to be beautiful, your body needs to fit the part. This, this is wrong.
It isn't so much a bad thing that people want to live healthy lifestyles, but where is the line drawn? There is a difference between being healthy and obsessing over it. We weren't created to have flat stomachs, toned arms, a nice ass. We were created to live. To survive. Image is just something we do to occupy our time because we are so unhappy. We look at the person we want to be. Not the person we already are. And that, is just sad.
I was raised in a family that taught me I am who I am. If people cannot accept that then, well, fuck them. I have always been confident in myself. I have never cared how people think or what they look at me as. I am myself. That will never change.
I have learned that even though I may be surrounded by all of these people that are so consumed with their thoughts of needing to be the best, I am the best. In my own eyes, I am the best. I work hard everyday, I give my all (well for the most part) to the things I need to, and I feel like my body was and is the way it was created to be.
I accept myself.
So, I challenge you. To wake up everyday with a new mindset. Ignore what society tells you to think. YOU are already the best. You are a person full of opportunity, challenges, and perfection. You are already the perfect person.
I remember that image, whether it be body or personality, was never a thought that crossed my mind. That was until I walked into a place where I was surrounded by "girls" who were constantly concerned with what they looked like.
So why is it, that society tries to tell me different? Why is there this burning desire for everyone to be the perfect person. What is the perfect person? Does that exist? Probably not. But humans feel, naturally, they need to out do the next. Women are constantly pushing themselves; they diet, workout to unnatural extents, turn their bodies into what they think is "beautiful."
Why does the perfect person have to have a perfect body? Why can't it be someone who is motivated to be the best they can be, or have a wonderful personality? I will tell you why. Society tells us in order to be beautiful, your body needs to fit the part. This, this is wrong.
It isn't so much a bad thing that people want to live healthy lifestyles, but where is the line drawn? There is a difference between being healthy and obsessing over it. We weren't created to have flat stomachs, toned arms, a nice ass. We were created to live. To survive. Image is just something we do to occupy our time because we are so unhappy. We look at the person we want to be. Not the person we already are. And that, is just sad.
I was raised in a family that taught me I am who I am. If people cannot accept that then, well, fuck them. I have always been confident in myself. I have never cared how people think or what they look at me as. I am myself. That will never change.
I have learned that even though I may be surrounded by all of these people that are so consumed with their thoughts of needing to be the best, I am the best. In my own eyes, I am the best. I work hard everyday, I give my all (well for the most part) to the things I need to, and I feel like my body was and is the way it was created to be.
I accept myself.
So, I challenge you. To wake up everyday with a new mindset. Ignore what society tells you to think. YOU are already the best. You are a person full of opportunity, challenges, and perfection. You are already the perfect person.
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