ThisIsJess
08-06-2006, 04:24 PM
"One day I'll be beautiful."
One day I won't look in the mirror and see the fat on my thighs, on my hips and stomach, the pimples on my chin and forehead, the crooked teeth, the close-set eyes.
One day I won't go to bed with my stomach growling and begging for food. One day I'll eat until I'm full and contented and feel happy about it.
One day I'll relax. One day I won't have to be out doing something, working, babysitting, play practice, dancing, exercising, to take away the sting of loneliness.
One day I'll embrace the world, rather than hide from it. One day I won't feel sad for myself, or jealous of others.
"One day I'll be beautiful," she whispered to the night, to no one in particular, to the setting of the sun and the beginning of night, of the hunger pains and the haunting thoughts and the terrors in her dreams. She whispered this to the rustling of the trees and the chirping of the crickets, to the soft thuds of the rain hitting pavement. She whispered this to the moon, to the reflections in the street lights. She whispered this to the slow humming of the world, spinning and spinning and spinning so fast, it never stops to check and see if someone is unhappy. Spinning and spinning and never stopping, gaining momentum and building and building, and never ceasing to exist.
(note: this isn't about me.. well i guess parts of it are, but it's the beginning of a short story i'm writing for english, just thought maybe it would apply to some people in here, myself included... i don't know, maybe it will help in some small way...)
One day I won't look in the mirror and see the fat on my thighs, on my hips and stomach, the pimples on my chin and forehead, the crooked teeth, the close-set eyes.
One day I won't go to bed with my stomach growling and begging for food. One day I'll eat until I'm full and contented and feel happy about it.
One day I'll relax. One day I won't have to be out doing something, working, babysitting, play practice, dancing, exercising, to take away the sting of loneliness.
One day I'll embrace the world, rather than hide from it. One day I won't feel sad for myself, or jealous of others.
"One day I'll be beautiful," she whispered to the night, to no one in particular, to the setting of the sun and the beginning of night, of the hunger pains and the haunting thoughts and the terrors in her dreams. She whispered this to the rustling of the trees and the chirping of the crickets, to the soft thuds of the rain hitting pavement. She whispered this to the moon, to the reflections in the street lights. She whispered this to the slow humming of the world, spinning and spinning and spinning so fast, it never stops to check and see if someone is unhappy. Spinning and spinning and never stopping, gaining momentum and building and building, and never ceasing to exist.
(note: this isn't about me.. well i guess parts of it are, but it's the beginning of a short story i'm writing for english, just thought maybe it would apply to some people in here, myself included... i don't know, maybe it will help in some small way...)