Do girls abandon (eating disorders/addiction/self-harm) our bodies because that’s what we’re shamed about most?
Do boys abandon their emotions because that’s where they’re shamed?
Little boys: Don’t feel.
Little girls: Don’t hunger.
That’s some deep shit.
I finally figured out exactly who I am in movie/tv character : I am Polly Prince! From ‘Along Came Polly’?
Im also a little bit of “Baby” in ‘Dirty Dancing’ Ive been looking for my Johnny.
- I just want someone to love me like Johnny Cash loved June Carter. You know, its not perfect, they both had previous failed marriages but come hell or high water they held on to each other. ❤️
Also, Kate Winslet’s character, Adele, in the movie “Labor Day”
Alter egos: “Bernie” in ‘Waiting to Exhale’ and Harley Quinn, of course.
I have grown a real disgust for Mothers Day.
I cant even explain why.
Maybe it feels too forced or fake like Valentines Day?
Maybe I resent being type-cast?
Maybe I don’t want to recognize people who dont recognize me?
Maybe I just know too much?
I know all too well what goes on behind closed doors and that some Moms wont get what they deserve and others wont deserve what they get.
Sometimes I really wish I could indulge in a blissful eternity of ignorance.
Im convinced that a singing child is a confident child.
There is nothing quite like falling asleep to your child singing in the next room.
If someone leaves you hanging onto rope 10 feet off the ground… you just need to hang out until a 6’8″ LL Bean model promises to catch you.
My whole life I’ve been waiting for a soft place to fall.
*cue trust fall in 3…2..1*
I cant even understand what is happening right now.
It’s all the things in all the lyrics in all the songs.
Damn. That’s scary, but what if Im brave? What might I find. What ifs … I don’t know.
What I DO know is that when you find someone to be irreplaceable the only thing you can do is hang on for as long as you can.
Nothing else is more appropriate for this autobiography.
You can’t hold on to what you ain’t got.
I honestly don’t know how Im still breathing.
Ive said this before, but it bears repeating; It’s quite amazing how many times you’re heart can be broken …
…yet, still … we survive.
It’s a miracle.
And millions of us do it everyday.
It’s brave. It’s beautiful.
This weekends polisci talk shows we’re absolutely disheartening..no, terrifying.
I don’t know what could possibly be next. The only advice I have is: Be certain to sow seeds of love everywhere you possibly can. We will reap it, maybe not now, but for our children sakes, we must keep going.