#OctPoWriMo – Day 9/Saturday Mix: Poem – Elfjies – “Smoke Baby” #amwriting #poetry #Saturdaymix 


For OctPoWriMo Day 9 the Prompt is based on the words “tapping the ash of her cigarette,” and what memory or story pops into our minds. Also doing the Saturday Mix Prompt from Sarah (Weejars) of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie using a poem form called an Elfje

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“An ‘Elfje’ counts as five sentences.
Line 1 – One word. This word symbolizes a colour or feature. The word symbolizes the atmosphere.

Line 2 – Two words. These are something or someone with this colour or feature.

Line 3 – Three words. Giving more information about the person or the object. You describe where the person or the object is, who the person or what the object is, or what the person or object is doing. This sentence usually starts with the word ‘he’, ‘she’ or ‘it.’

Line 4 – Four words. Here you are writing something about yourself in relation to the person or the object. This sentence is your conclusion.

Line 5 – One word. This word is called the ‘Bomb.’ It is the essence of the poem.” 

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Hawksley Workmen – “Smoke Baby” 

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Regret, 

Fingers clench, 

Her mouth casually, 

Pulls her cigarette,  smoke trails —

Lingers.

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Ash, 

Builds atop, 

Deftly tapping cigarette, 

Ochre eyes simper, crushing —

Cinders. 

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Lips, 

Pouty, defined, 

Pursing them prettily, 

Tossing peroxide mane, whispering —

Promises. 

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Words, 

They’ll not, 

Be promises kept, 

Her words as cinders, 

Burn. 

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Night, 

Ends quickly, 

She disappears, gone —

You’re broken, smoke-heavy —

Regrets.

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Away, 

Far gone, 

Hips swaying, curves,

Bouncing, as she chuckles, 

Devoid

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Thoughts, 

Of her, 

Sweeping through mind, 

Shadow of sleepless night, 

Altering. 

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Perception,

Of beauty;

She’s no defeat, 

Just reeks of cigarette —

Ashes.

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Forever, 

Remembering her —

Two-pack habit, 

Makes you and me, 

Gag.

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Photo Challenge: Poem – Synchronicity – “The Thief” #amwriting #poetry #fiction


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting. 

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“But how can one regret what, to the mind, has never existed? Even loss is an inaccurate description, for what loss is without the awareness of losing?” – Nicole Krauss 

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Reflections or shadows briefly stand,

Together as soulmates, us two

Lovers.

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Your illusion captivates,

Your splendour resilient,

Eyes bright.

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Even mirror images,

Destain to show your glory told, 

Goddess.

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Knew you once as a child laughing bold,

Called you names and pulled your hair,

Cute girl.

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You’ve grown and you’ve changed,

Hair black and sweeping, shoulder length,

Glossy.

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Green eyes telling a story of —

Smiling lips, straightened teeth gleaming

Perfect.

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Stubborn chin, lovely breasts rising,

Fluted waist, lush body, legs —

Stellar.

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Curves run imagination wild and I, 

Stare, hopeful to hear your lilting voice —

Whisper. 

*****

I examine our reflections,

How strange you hate your beloved —

Husband.

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Caring for you as Alzheimers, 

Steals your lifememories; you’re —

Forty-nine.

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Synchronicity Poetry — A type of poem with events simultaneously related. The last two stanzas reveal a twist and the syllable count for each stanza is 8, 8, 2. 

Please see Shadow Poetry for more information. 

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Poem: Free Verse – “Silver and Gold” #poetry #amwriting


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​Forged in Silver and Gold,
My legs in Bronze wrapped.

Precious metals, the artist molds.

Silver and Gold; precious and cold.

You never let me attach;

Though you feel my skin,

Your most beloved metal.

The artist in me approves,

As you etch my form, and carve,

The length of my body in Silver and Gold.

The Gold of my hair, burnished with Bronze.

The Silver of my pale skin,

Gemstones for my eyes;

The bluest of Sapphires.

More shadow in the glitter,

Masks the deception we share.

Hides my introspection, pain on the inside,

How you could hurt me?

Sketching my soul?

With your golden hands;

So tanned from your heritage,

Creating art with our beauty.

As the Ancient Greek and Romans,

Perfection in Silver and Gold bodies.

You sketch and you etch,

You carve, curves and sensations,

With Silver and Gold,

Caressing my body,

Destroying my core.

My heart and my soul,

The edge of reason fading,

Quicksilver in my veins draining.

Etching you back,

Silver and Gold, for my chosen;

Highlighting your scars,

Diamond gems bright.

Silver and Gold; until I am old,

My body you fashion in Silver and Gold,

Taking and talking, performance art.

My artfulness; your artfulness,

Mutual thirst, for precious metals slaked.

Ag and Au the atomic symbols,

In movements like music,

Golden pixie dust brightens the air,

Silver dust on my eyelids, your cheeks.

Fly me to the Neverland;

Let’s escape the rabbit holes.

Paint our trail flying in Silver and Gold.

I’ve nothing but my heart,

For you my most precious metal.

Silver, Gold, and gems, your body imparts,

Hoping there is more at your core;

In your heart, and in your soul.

Something warm and soft,

The dust from precious metals as pillows pulled of feathers.

Hurt me not; forget me not,

Love me with your Golden skin.

Your Bronze eyes alight and brilliant;

Silver and Gold, we’ve no control,

When the talk turns to whispers;

We blossom and glisten, sweat beading,

Golden and Silver;

My scars so deep glimmer,

Created to highlight the Silver in my skin.

Of Gold so entranced,

Your enthralling hands;

Touch me and multiply the treasure.

You cannot melt me down;

I’m quicksilver on your tongue,

Solid Silver in your grip;

Trapped by your Bronze eyes.

Silver and Gold, in the rise of sun,

King Midas, his work done.

Silver lips give you a kiss,

Beg for your shimmering touch.

As the sun beats down,

The most Golden light,

Of all the light known,

Creator has granted in Silver and Gold.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved

Sunday Photo Fiction: We All Look


Dressed in cut-off denim shorts and a black halter top, a slim figure with rounded breasts and hips, distracted men who passed by her at the race track.

Many females with their men, gave the woman dirty looks. Elma elbowed Nathaniel.

“I can’t help it,” Nathaniel complained. “It’s a biological instinct.”

“Yeah right,” said Elma is wife of thirty-years. 

“It’s true Elma. Men naturally stare at other woman, it’s an evolutionary thing.” Nathaniel said.

“Oh hell. Did you have to bring this up?” 

“Let me explain. Once men look they’re done. Even if in that moment we’re comparing a pretty lady to our wives, we don’t remember what woman we were looking at.” 

Elma muttered something under her breath.

“I’ve never been able to not look. Most guys would say the same, even our sons. But your average guy doesn’t want to be with a stranger he’s giving the once over,” Nathaniel said.

“We’re with our wives because we love them. Because we like being with them, even if their figures aren’t perfect, or they have stretch marks from babies, it doesn’t matter.”

Elma stopped walking. “I guess that makes sense. But why are you still checking out that woman? You’ve already seen how she looks?” Nathaniel mumbled something.

At the same time, local male strippers were signing posters for women at the race track. Elma shrieked, “I’ll be right back.” 

Returning, she peered at her signed poster and back at the shirtless muscular strippers with a smile on her lips.

 “Ahem,” Nathaniel said. 

Elma smiled at Nathaniel and clasped his hand in hers.

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Sorry for the lateness on this prompt. I’m not into race car driving and had to think of a way to approach this picture. Thanks to Alistair Forbes who hosts SPF.

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Poem: Free Verse – ” Silver and Gold “


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You can say it in as many ways, 

As it comes to your mind, 

You can try to convince me otherwise,

But I have drawn a line.

Cross the line, I’ll tell you how it goes,

My answer, you’ll probably hate.

But scars run deep, criss-crossing,

Battle wounds which don’t completely heal.

You only see a slight raised line,

White and long —

 But I feel the pain of the wound.

I remember how the scar came to be,

I know how I screamed inside,

Trying to be brave, 

As the cut ran red with blood,

Gore and trauma, degradation.

A scar such as this doesn’t merely heal,

It can reappear and open-up,

A wound that flares with blood-red drops.

Underneath the skin is pink marble,

And  you can see how deep it went,

Layers pealed back as I cried with pain.

It’s my scar on my body;

Apart of me for life.

A mark that lives on my skin and —

I have curves, I will not lie.

But my curves aren’t perfect creamy white,

 Scars and nicks lie here and everywhere.

Disfigurement remaining there, 

I’m imperfect and I’m flawed.

Don’t you know strength was born from such scars?

Curves are real and they reflect,

A body blessed with shape and allure.

But what I want you to notice,

When my skin is bare,

The scars angry red, left there.

For those scars are what will always be,

They are me, and I am them.

If you can accept them,

You can love me too, 

For on my body they are silver and gold,

Worth what I’ve been through.

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Thanks to The Daily Post for the word prompts Scar and Curve.

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NaPoWriMo 2016: Poem – Family Portrait – Tanka – ” The Wedding” 


  

And now, our daily (optional) prompt. Today, I challenge you to write a poem that takes the form of a family portrait. You could write, for example, a stanza for each member of your family. You could also find an actual snapshot of your family and write a poem about it, spending a little bit of time on each person in the picture. You don’t need to observe any particular form or meter. Happy writing!

For more information please see NaPoWrIMo

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Mother in your dress,

Wedding gown of creamy lace,

Fit your thin curves well,

Face so young at twenty-one,

What did you see before you?

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Father in your curling,

Dirty-blond hair and mustache,

Green-eyes bright seeing,

Mother in her bridal lace,

A dress she sewed by her hands.

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Father in your tan suit,

Both brothers with you watching,

Began life with bride,

Flaring legs on trouser pants,

Shoes providing more height.

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Uncles and bestman —

Attired, grinning happy.

Brown sunglasses big,

A picture of all of you,

Three brothers, now just two.

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Bridesmaids in long —

Burgundy dresses were sewn,

Colour flattering,

Blond hair, curls, and smiles wide.

Enchanting bride, outdoes them.

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Groom smiling wide-eyed,

Seeing his new wife signing,

Papers that declare,

Wife and Husband wedded bliss.

Knowing not yet, who they’ll become.

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Dinner, no dance.

Can’t offend the relatives.

So, young to be wed.

I guess they knew at that party.

And after three-years dating.

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Time enough had passed,

It was time to begin life,

First, a little dog,

Then a fetus who had died.

Then a daughter and two-sons.

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Not to say it was,

A fairytale, the wise know —

Happily ever after,

Is a farce, lacks the small things.

Life is how it is each day.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

NaPoWriMo 2016: Poem – Family Portrait – Tanka – ” The Wedding” 


  

And now, our daily (optional) prompt. Today, I challenge you to write a poem that takes the form of a family portrait. You could write, for example, a stanza for each member of your family. You could also find an actual snapshot of your family and write a poem about it, spending a little bit of time on each person in the picture. You don’t need to observe any particular form or meter. Happy writing!

For more information please see NaPoWrIMo

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Mother in your dress,

Wedding gown of creamy lace,

Fit your thin curves well,

Face so young at twenty-one,

What did you see before you?

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Father in your curling,

Dirty-blond hair and mustache,

Green-eyes bright seeing,

Mother in her bridal lace,

A dress she sewed by her hands.

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Father in your tan suit,

Both brothers with you watching,

Began life with bride,

Flaring legs on trouser pants,

Shoes providing more height.

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Uncles and bestman —

Attired, grinning happy.

Brown sunglasses big,

A picture of all of you,

Three brothers, now just two.

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Bridesmaids in long —

Burgundy dresses were sewn,

Colour flattering,

Blond hair, curls, and smiles wide.

Enchanting bride, outdoes them.

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Groom smiling wide-eyed,

Seeing his new wife signing,

Papers that declare,

Wife and Husband wedded bliss.

Knowing not yet, who they’ll become.

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Dinner, no dance.

Can’t offend the relatives.

So, young to be wed.

I guess they knew at that party.

And after three-years dating.

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Time enough had passed,

It was time to begin life,

First, a little dog,

Then a fetus who had died.

Then a daughter and two-sons.

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Not to say it was,

A fairytale, the wise know —

Happily ever after,

Is a farce, lacks the small things.

Life is how it is each day.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016)All Rights Reserved.

A Weighty Issue


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I have thought a great deal about weight lately and not only because of the reasons I explained in my last blog. It occurs to me what an weird issue weight plays in our lives. Back in the Victorian days and even before that, weight represented wealth and health in people. Weight meant you had delicious food on your table, that you were more likely to live through childbirth if you were a woman, and that you were rich. How funny that sometime in the early to mid 20th century Coco Chanel should come along and bring with her a woman’s desire to be skinny and tanned ( for white skin was in before that too). This desire continues into the modern-day although we as a society have begun to fight the love of skinny. For how many of us can actually be so statuesque and thin, for more than possibly our youth and young adulthood?

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At the same time, I was always told by my mother and many women that men love curves and that is what they seek in a woman but I think that all depends on the man. I think every man has his ideal woman and the woman who becomes his partner may have those assets or she may look nothing like he thought his ideal mate would look. But while her man may consider her ‘his girl’ and just fantastic the way her body is, all woman tend to be sensitive about their weight at some time or another, even celebrities. Some women think they are too skinny, others think they are not skinny enough, yet others are unhappy about a particular body part such as their stomach, thighs, or arms.

And after thinking about all these ideas I concluded that it was wrong for me to say in my last post that it was a sham to believe that woman should ‘love their bodies’ despite that like me, they may not feel confident about their bodies at times. I think that last post written out of frustration forgot about posts I wrote earlier such as “Love The Skin You’re In” blog.  The reality of life is that people both men and woman, are always going to have physical attributes about themselves that they don’t particularly like, whether they are models or you average woman looking after kids or going to work everyday. But this doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t

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love ourselves anyways. I think it is the fact that we don’t like ourselves some or a lot of the time that leads us to have issues with other people and ourselves such as jealousy, depression, and anxiety. If we took the attitude that ‘this is my body and I’m going to love it anyways no matter what it looks like,’ a lot of us would have more confidence, feel more attractive, and be more attractive to other people because confidence is sexy. Loving yourself is not so much even about whats on the outside of your body but it does concern loving the outside of your body because you are extremely satisfied with yourself on the inside.

Being fat doesn’t make you a bad person and I think sometimes the media — movies, magazines, the internet — lead us to think that if we don’t look a certain way then we are a reprehensible person. But if you think about it in life, some of the people we love the most are our Uncles who are too fat, are Grandma’s who were nice and plump, are Dads who are losing hair, and our friends who have a big nose or large mouth. I even read the other day that ugly people are actually more memorable to us than attractive people. And not that these meaningful people to us are ugly. Instead because they are not perfect they are memorable and to us as children and adults who love them they are perfect in their imperfection. So how then can we consider ourselves unlovable or unimportant because we are not the ideal attractive person?

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I have always sought to be a healthy person, especially after being considered chubby as a little kid. This was not because my parents fed me junk food but because kids on my Dad’s side of the family, tended to be chubby. So ever since that point I have tried to maintain a healthiness, though that has recently become difficult in the past few years. I was okay I think until I got past 25 years old and became more than 175 lbs. So, regretfully I settled at 191 lbs and then gratefully back to 181 lbs and now again back to 191 lbs. It is the fact that I am taking all these pills and that they cause weight gain, that I am unable to exercise due to illness, and that dieting is so tough, that I feel unhealthy. I can see it on my body that I am not at a healthy body weight  but that does not mean I should not love that body and love myself even though I know changes need to be made in my lifestyle.

So instead of being helpless and feeling helpless, I think there are things we can do about our body issues to make life more tolerable

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for us no matter the walls that block us from our goals. We can always try to eat more vegetables, to give up more junk food, and to walk around the block a couple of times or for 15 minutes. We can eat in moderation, and wear clothes that flatter our bodies, and we can remember that the people who love us do not love us for our outward appearance alone but mostly for our insides, for the way we treat them, and for our characters. We can alter ourselves for the better if we love ourselves and know that a few changes will make us healthier. But again, we need to remember that in health does not happiness lie alone.

Sometimes it is easier to see ourselves through the eyes of our loved ones. What really causes me to feel better about my weight is my boyfriend. I may tell him I put on a few pounds but he loves me anyways. He is still enamored of me, he still thinks I’m beautiful. And even though some woman in the car next to us may

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stare at him or he may smile back at some girl who is giving him big eyes, he is always looking at me and asking if I’m okay. His eyes are on me and through him I have learnt to love myself because he is pleased with my hips, my stomach, my mind, and my heart. Sometimes it takes seeing yourself through someone else’s eyes to truly see yourself and that you are valuable just because you are you.

I am Fine Just The Way I am


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Today I would like to chat about being satisfied and proud of yourself, with your body and how you look. I believe every individual was made to look how they look for a reason and are beautiful no matter how they look.Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. What one person sees as beautiful another person may not but the point is someone somewhere always sees you as beautiful. We all have different tastes and have things about ourselves that we would rather have physically changed. I don’ t think I’ve ever heard of any perfect person who exists who is specifically happy with their whole body. But I do realize that sometimes in this day and age we do have the ability to change our looks and that sometimes this can help the way we look and feel about ourselves such as blue light or microdermabrasion for skin care or procedures such as plastic surgery. These procedures can in certain cases such as plastic surgery also not stop physical unhappiness and cause a person to in a few months to sign up for more life changing botox or surgery that is unnecessary.

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Today I was particularly, fascinated by Julie Chen on the program The Talk who revealed a secret today on the show, that she had surgery on her eyes to make them look more open and wide, less Chinese. You see Julia had a boss and agent who told her that her eyes made her look as if she wasn’t really focused or interested in the person she was interviewing. Julie was beautiful before the surgery and she was beautiful after. The surgery really opened up her eyes and I could see what the her boss and her agent had been talking about. This did not make me think it was particularly right that she had to get this surgery to further her career. Culturally, how someone looks needs to be respected – Julie’s boss her agent were being racist. Even though the surgery really improved her career I felt bad that she had to go to surgery that took a year to heal, to get where she wanted in her career. But I suppose this is no different than models who feel they need breast enhancements, people who undergo intense exercise to look very thin and muscular, or a variety of changes individuals make to become more accepted by the general public and make it in the big time.

Is this really what we expect people to do? To change themselves utterly to become pleasing to our eyes and other senses, to unrealistic standards of beauty? Our we so lost that we cannot accept people for themselves? The truth is we are exactly that way, with ourselves and with other people. We judge them until they are at a point where they feel they must alter something major about their appearance to fit in. Sometimes this is a great thing such as changing a grumpy disposition, or improving the way you personally present yourself (the way you dress or take care of yourself) to other people to be more appropriate. But I still wonder why people must always fit into the norm, why mediocrity, and being the same is what we want. Isn’t it our differences that get us noticed, that make us feel such as individuals. But even those who stand out often end up changing themselves to fit in, to be more socially acceptable. For me, fitting in has always been about being thin.

When I was a little girl my mother did not feed us fatty or sugary foods. We rarely got treats in our lunch and only the odd time did my mom ever bring us a McDonald’s cheeseburgers to school. I ran around the school yard playing soccer with the boys and everyday in Physical Education but still I was a pudgy child. This became really apparent to me in Grade 4 when I began to put on fat to grow and when my mom asked me why I was so sad I said ” I’m fat.”

She tried to show me exercises I could do to make my stomach fitter and my legs stronger. I did them but they didn’t really help. Neither did the “Oh don’t worry you’ll grow” words my mother and other relatives said to me. Always fighting against me was my disgust with my body weight 115 lbs for a grade 4 student and the odd comments by people such as my one uncle who looked at my tummy and tight jeans and said “woh, putting on a little weight are we?”

Lucky, for me I did grow. In grade 6, I lost a lot of weight and in grade 8 a lot more. In fact, I was fine up until I started my first job at age 22 years and realized that eating too much of the treats at work was putting on weight. Once, I was in Jr. High School I had decided to get in shape. I ran hard in gym class, played all the sports I could and when I was not good enough to play sports in University I worked out doing Pilates and the elliptical in the gym 3 times a week. When I started gaining weight as a young adult I hit the gym up big-time running, going on the elliptical, the stair climber, and lifting weights 3 times a week to gain muscle.

Once I got depression I jumped from 161 lbs to 144 lbs, I looked sickly. But you know what they say when you lose weight, you gain 10 lbs more back and than if you’re me, 10 lbs more than that. Herbal magic helped me to lose 10 lbs of what I gained back but I am perpetually stuck at 181 lbs or a comfortable size 12. For 3 years I tried to lose weight with no hope. I needed exercise and exercise made me sick and I didn’t have the energy for cardiovascular exercise; I still don’t. Finding the energy to exercise at all even 20 min of yoga is difficult sometimes. I dream of the day I can hit the elliptical at a speed of 8 to 11, with weights on the elliptical making it difficult to peddle. I dream of playing volleyball, of making it through an entire 1 hour yoga class in perfect form.

But than something curious happened after being on Herbal magic and only losing 10 lbs. I learned portion control and found I could keep my weight stable. Because I am mostly sedentary I need a lot less calories than most people. I can eat around 1300-1500 calories a day and that’s just fine for me because I can’t do the exercise part or enough of it to lose excess calories. Even walking around the block or walking to the bus, I just don’t do that that often even though I should. But you know what, despite the people I see from 7 years ago who say ‘ Oh, you’ve put on weight,’ I am pretty happy with how I look.

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I am the quintessential pin up girl. I have large hips and thanks to the extra weight, good sized boobs. I have a beautiful oval face, white skin, big blue eyes, real blond hair, and legs that are pretty good. The only thing I don’t quite like is my stomach but some body parts you just have to live with. I am just the way I am and I am pleased with my body. I wish more woman would think like me instead of comparing themselves to their skinnier friends or curvier friends depending on if you’re thin or not. It is too bad that people like Julie Chen have to go and change their eyes just to get noticed in Hollywood, but she’s persevered anyways. It is unfortunate that some men might call me a bit fat but I am happy with the way I look.

Confidence in your self-image is key to loving yourself. You are exactly the way you are supposed to be and you always have the option of changing yourself if you feel you must. If you feel you need more exercise or if you feel you look better as a red head. Just remember some changes can effect you all your life. Julie Chen can never get her Asian eyes back and I may never get my pre-depression body back due to a lack of exercise and medication, but life is about learning how to be content and learning to love what you have now. So own your life and your body remember what’s inside whatever body you have is so much more vital to who you are than your appearance.