Saturday, July 16, 2011

Angst

Thoughts at 12:22 a.m.:

Since when did weight have anything to do with beauty? Why is it that how much you weigh is directly proportional to how attractive other people find you? It seems to be that as long as you are thin enough to be right on the cusp of being dangerously skinny, you're attractive. And the further you are from that precarious point, the more extra pounds you carry on your frame, the less beautiful you become. But why?

Maybe it's naive of me, but I though someone's beauty had more to do with their personality. That beauty meant empathy. Being attractive meant being compassionate, loving. I was under the impression that generosity, kindness, and a genuine nature mattered more than body fat percentages and clothing sizes. How silly of me.

It has never been more clear to me than this summer that beauty is dependent on weight.I've gained a substantial amount of weight recently, presumably because of my under-active thyroid and the depression that resulted as a side effect. And while I've never considered myself to be much of a beauty, I've noticed quite a change in the way I'm treated by people, strangers and friends alike. Men no longer look at me, their eyes sliding from my wide hips to the trim figures of my two best friends. I didn't often get many second glances, but I was at least considered in the days when I weighed less. There was a time when fellow young women would admire my hair from afar or perhaps steal an appreciative glance at my outfit. These days, I'm fortunate to get a small smile. At least I'm not as fat as her. Even my friends have stopped giving me the occasional compliment, The "your hair looks nice" or "I like your makeup" or even "what a cute outfit" days are long gone. But a mere memory from the happier, skinnier days.

Even though when I'm taking the measure of a man, I look for honesty and conversation skills and pass up the gorgeous-but-arrogant ones, I've begun to realize the rest of the world views things differently. So I guess I have to hit the gym and forget the ice cream or never be "beautiful" again.

Perhaps I'm as bad as everyone simply for noticing these things.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Anti-Love Letter

I find that my heart is sick - it is a sickness that eats away at my very being. I fear that the only cure for my tattered heart is your face, the sound of your laughter, the warmth of your hand entwined with mine. However, even if this medicine were readily available, I could not accept it. We are far beyond that point.

My reason cannot help but tell me that you are not the last man I will love. But this only makes my heart break all the more. I had so wanted you to be the love of my life. To grow old with you, to die with you. For us to have a whirlwind romance that would shake the very earth beneath our feet. To love as none but Tristan, Isolde, Romeo, Juliet, Darcy and Elizabeth would fathom.

I so longed to be in love when I was younger - little did I know. If this is love, then I want nothing of it. My heart breaks anew with every thought of you. It is unbearable torture. To have my soul weep within me and have no one to blame but myself. What a fool I am.

This is my favorite time of year - the flowers in bloom, the breeze playing an ever constant game of tag with the trees, and the sun smiling down on it all. I believe I would enjoy it immensely, if the remembrance of you did not weight so upon me. Ask yourself, my dear, whether you are not very cruel to have so tricked me, so destroyed my freedom.

It was long ago that you absorbed me so fully and yet I find myself still entirely unable to separate my soul from yours. Perhaps this is just an illusion though, for you appear to have no such difficulty. You seem to have forgotten me, detached yourself from the pieces of me and flung them aside without a backward glance. So I am left to gather them alone, to mend what I can, and to hope that one day I will stop loving you.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Beauty

I saw a handsome man today
he passed by me in the street
I smiled to myself
as I admired his style
and thought of the artistry
of the One who created him
I thought of him throughout the day
but when sitting across the table
from a most beloved beau
I realized that beauty
isn't what it seems to be

beloved beau
your eyes are more alive
than his will ever be
looking into them I see
the story of you and me
I read our history
in their green depths
your eyes may not be
framed by long dark lashes
but they are far more
enchanting to me

is beauty then all
that it seems?
or have we distorted it
confined it
limited it
created something
it was never meant to be?

that model may be marvelous
by typical standards
her features symmetrical
her lashes long and lush
skin clear, eyes bright
ideal body
and that is beauty
one part of it
not the whole picture

Dearest friend
cherished like a sister
your smile isn't beautiful
because your teeth are white
and somewhat straight
it's beautiful because behind it
I see the love
and happiness there
it's beautiful because
it lights up your face
and I can see
the worries fall away
the tension eases
and your stress lines
become laughing ones
your eyes
wrinkle with wry humor

so yes, stunning stranger
your fine figure caught my eye
but you will never be as beautiful
as my bosom buddy
your visage
though rather radiant
will never be as dear
as that of the friend
who was there through
thick and thin

beauty is more
than just symmetry
and sex appeal
it's the memories and moments
the love and laughter
captured by your features
so the next time you feel plain
remember that someone
thinks you beautiful because you
are quite simply
you.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Life

A young man died today. I didn't know him well, but as I sit here and remember the impact he had on my life and the life of so many others, I find myself in tears. He was so young and had so much potential and was so loved by his peers.

It could have been anyone. It could have been me, my best friend, my mother. It makes me realize just how fragile life is. We make all of these plans but really, all we have is this moment, right here and now. We want to believe we have longer and many of us do, but how are we to know what our future holds? Perhaps I will die tomorrow. Maybe I'll die tonight. Did I live a life that is worth remembering? Am I proud of what I've done? Did I make any difference at all?

I don't know the answer to any of these questions and that scares me to death. There's so much more that I want to do with my life, so many more plans that have yet to come to fruition, but what if I never have the chance to fulfill my goals? What can I do but try to make this moment, this very present matter? How do I fill each moment to its fullest potential? I don't know the answer to any of this. I can only raise these things to God and pray that he grants me peace of mind and an open heart.

One day we'll understand His plan for such tragedies as this. All of His mysteries will be revealed and our sadness and grief will make so much more sense. Until then, remember to live each day admirably and to its fullest. Never, never forget that each day, each breath is a gift and as such should be treasured. Don't take life for granted.


Rest Peacefully, Nick. You are loved and missed greatly.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Me in 150 Words or Less

I am
scholastic, sarcastic
caring, daring
artistic, linguistic
a little too much cussing
and not enough trusting
and while I'm being honest,
I'm not really the smartest.
I love reading
And have experience with leading.
I'm sympathetic, energetic,
And a little bit poetic.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

A New Look On Love

I'll be the first to admit that I'm a hopeless romantic. Pride and Prejudice is my favorite movie (and one of my favorite books), my idea of a perfect date consists of a poetry reading by the fireside and an elegant dinner, I love art, poetry, and music (most of which are inspired by, if not about, love), and I have been on a search for "The One" since I was 5. Disney princess movies still make me teary-eyed and I eat up any romantic-comedy books and movies I come across not matter how excellent or mediocre they may be.

But have all these movies and books, poems and songs, distorted our idea of what love truly is? How much do we lose from the true meaning of love when our definition is limited to that feeling you experience when you first fall for someone?

Perhaps first it would be beneficial to differentiate between "love" and being "in love". Being in love with someone suggests a romantic attachment whereas loving is used more freely – for relatives, friends, even things. This is the most basic difference between the two but it is worth noting; many people forget that they are two very separate things that do, at times, go hand-in-hand.

Most of the time, these two manifestations of love coincide quite harmoniously. Where the problem lies is in romantic relationships. In our relationships, we expect to always experience the warm, fuzzy feelings you have when you first fall in love, the emotion fed to us by Hollywood and literature. And for a time this will be the case – many refer to this as the “honeymoon stage” of a relationship. Inevitably, however, the newness of the relationship will wear off and the butterflies will disappear. This makes room for a deeper, more passionate love to grow. The trouble that arises then, when the lovers discover that they no longer feel the typical feelings of being in love and conclude that they no longer love their significant other at all. Or, perhaps, they get the warm fuzzies for another and decide that this must mean they do not really love their lover.

What they do not understand is that the love they have for their significant other has taken on a form that they do not recognize, but it is still very much present. The loss of the giddiness of new love is not a sign of the lack of love but of the growth and progression of it.

It is true that sometimes people fall out of love with each other. That is a fact of life that is as inexplicable and heartbreaking as it was at the beginning of time. However, if people could understand that love is about so much more than the initial falling in love, I believe that we would see many more successful relationships than we do now. Popular culture has greatly underrepresented this truth and it’s hurting us far more than we know.

Monday, March 14, 2011

I Cannot Hear What You Say (another version)

“Truly great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget.”

If you were to ask many individuals to define friendship, you would get a different answer from every person to whom you pose the question. Some answers will resemble others and some will be drastically different. It is in these similarities and differences that friendship is formed; friendship, at its most basic level, is the overlapping of two individuals’ definitions.

We all have a set of values and morals that we live by; some of us are more firmly rooted in these than others, but each person defines themselves in certain ways. Likewise, we define the world around us in a particular manner. These values and definitions become a part of us and though they are subject to change, the existence of personal principles remains constant. When our standards overlap with others’, we form the bonds that we call friendship. The more our ideals match up, the closer we become; as we grow and develop as people, our standards often change, and thus, so do our friendships. When the likeness between our values lessens, the friendship begins to disintegrate. In the same way, when our principles become more and more analogous, our friendship grows and becomes closer.

In each friendship, different values play varying roles of importance. However, there are three principles that must be present in order for a friendship to reach its full potential, for it to blossom and grow as it could. One is not more important than another – it is the proper balance of the three that makes a friendship coalesce. Loyalty and trust (which are so closely interwoven they count as one), honesty, and communication are these three values. Without these at the foundation of a friendship, it does not have the support necessary to stand on its own and persevere.

No matter how similar or well balanced these shared values are, it is our actions within a friendship that determine how successful it will be. Telling each other that we agree is not the same as actually agreeing. Our actions reinforce the statements we make. Saying is not the same as doing. Inherently, this is an obvious statement. But when it comes to the application of this truth, it is often overlooked.

In a practical sense, I learn a new card game much more quickly and with more ease when I'm given the cards and told to play, rather than when I’m read a set of rules. In painting and sculpture, I can sit and learn the theory behind them day in and day out and still not know how to paint a masterpiece. These instructions, these words, do help; I cannot make up any rules I like for the card game that I'm playing, I have to follow those that make the game what it is. My painting will be better, from a critical standpoint, if I know about balance and composition. In life, just as in card games or art, you cannot remain ignorant of the rules but refusing to follow them is just as bad.

I can tell my friend, "Sure, I will go to the game with you" until I am blue in the face, but if I do not go to the game with them, what are those words worth? What did they mean? What purpose did they serve but to mislead my friend into thinking I would accompany them? Those words were worthless. They meant nothing because I, in fact, did not go with them. My words were a lie. Perhaps not intentionally, but they were a lie nonetheless. It follows then, that the simple phrase "I love you" is worthless. It means absolutely nothing if it is not followed up upon. "I love you" is a lie.

That is, unless there are actions present that give the words truth. I washed your car for you, I kissed you, I called you just to chat, I made you hot cocoa for you when you were stressed, I took time out of my day to care for you. Suddenly, "I love you" means something now. It is clear that I do indeed love you because I have done all these things for you. I simply did not say it and walk away. My words now mean something. They have worth. They are truth.

Ralph Waldo Emerson once said, "What you do speaks so loud that I cannot hear what you say." Our words, what we say, are far out-shadowed by the things that we do, the actions that we take. In friendships, as in all other aspects of life, it is imperative to follow through on your promises and say only that which you mean and intend to do.

Friendships are created and developed in very distinctive ways. But ultimately, those friendships that stand the test of time are rooted in loyalty, trust, honest, and communication and are between people who share similar moral codes. The final piece to an effective, engaged friendship is to take action and follow up on the things that you say. Even if all of these elements were in place, the friendship would not be without its bumps in the road. But who would want a relationship to be perfect?