Where's the Peace?

Alright everyone, it's time to get controversial. Today when I got on Instagram I was flooded with #prayforparis naturally, I wondered what all this was about. So I went online and did a little research. What I've found shocked me. If you didn't already know, over 118 people have been killed by shots and blasts in Paris, France. This is a tragic event, but I can't help but question things. Of course the amount of love being sent to Paris is wonderful. But angry celebrities posting #prayforparis on Twitter is not going to solve anything. Literally, their Tweets don't matter. Those Tweets won't bring back the people, and whoever attacked Paris won't look on Twitter, see these posts then think, "Oh, well I'm going to turn my life around." I don't mean to sound cruel, but action is what's required at times like these. Words are pretty and all, and I'm sure someone said something really profound about this situation. But words are useless without action.

I have one more thought on this. The world claims to be a promoter of peace. But attacks like these happen all the time, just not in such large scales. The truth of the matter is, we are not at peace. Our planet is a time bomb just waiting to explode. I'm afraid that more events like this will cause that bomb to explode.  I like to think of myself as a peaceful person, I'm honestly against all kinds of violence. Over the weekend it will be interesting to see how this evolves. To see how other countries will react. To see how the U.S.A will react. I listened to a speech Barack Obama gave on the matter, and I agree with him. France helped us gain independence, we need to help them in times like these. I'm scared for the worst, but I hope for the best. Perhaps this will help us realize that we need peace on this Earth. These attacks can only grow bigger, and eventually there will be nothing and no one to attack.

Finally, instead of #prayforparis I think it should be #prayforpeace
Tweet that Kendall Jenner.

Can You Hear Me?

Have you ever listened to the hallways of your school? It's full of different voices, fighting to be heard. Most people consider me a loud-mouth. Which is somewhat true, I do talk fairly loudly. But that's only cause of years of being on stage. But that's beside the point.

My point is that we all want to be heard. It's an underlying need. We all want our words to leave some sort of impact on the world. We all want to have some famous quote posted on a website or blog. But only certain people are heard. Only celebrities and writers get quotes. You've never read a quote from Jeff at the 7/11, or Doris from Roma's pizza.

But are these celebrities really worth listening to? They could be filling our minds with crap. And they probably are. The people (more specifically teens) need a voice. No one listens to us, they don't even try to understand. All I really want in life is to really be heard, to be understood. I want people to remember me. I think that's what we all want, deep down. To leave our mark on the world.    

Perhaps we should listen to those voices in our school hallways. All those voices want to be heard. I'm not saying that you have to agree with the voices, just respect them, understand them. It could make someone's day, to know that just one person, really heard them. 

Everybody Say Love

There are many different types of "beauty". Some people think your beautiful if your skinny, or if you have long hair. In some cultures they see beauty in other ways, woman in the Congo will have their teeth sharpened to a point. Other woman in Africa place metal rings around their necks, making them stretch. 
But in America, where I live, being skinny is being beautiful. 
You need to have a small waist, big bust, and big butt to be completely accepted into this cruel country. 
But in a country where media wants us to all be skinny, over 50% of the population is overweight or obese. 

We've all felt "fat" at least one moment of our life. Personally, it's something I've always struggled with. Even before I saw pictures of skinny models, I knew I wanted to be skinnier. I've wanted a tiny waist for as long as I can remember. 
It got worse when I hit puberty. I "blossomed" per say, before all the other girls in my grade. I hated it, I was big everywhere. My waist, my hips, my thighs. God dam I hated my thighs. I saw them as tree trunks attached to my legs. 

People deal with their weight issues in different ways. Some people develop eating disorders. Others over exercise. Me? I didn't. I didn't deal with them, I ignored it. I just resigned to accepting that I'd never love myself. 
My own mother seemed to not like me, she'd make me buy big baggy clothes and was always calling my a "lazy cow." 

I've hated myself for many years, and in truth, in some ways I still do. But a few months ago, I had a sort of "epiphany." I had a boyfriend at the time, (but that's a different story) and we were walking through the woods. Suddenly a thought hit me, this boy next to me says he loves me, says I'm beautiful. But I don't believe him. How can someone love me, when I don't even love myself? It was the million dollar question. I've mulled it over again and again, and I still can't give you an answer. 

But I can tell you that there is something in you worth loving. Maybe it's your personality, maybe it's that you care about others, or that you always help people. Everyone is loved, by someone. You might not even know who. I've realized that we NEED love. We need it to survive and maintain a good mental health. When we started to feel unloved, or rejected, that's when things like depression start to set in. And rejecting yourself, is the worse thing you can to your being. In times of trauma, we look inside to find strength and love. But when all that's in there is hatred and body issues, that's all we get back. It's like a vicious cycle. Hate, look, hate even more. People spend so much time trying to love themselves, they go the therapy, or they try more extreme methods. I can't tell you the great secret to self acceptance, I truly wish I knew, I think it's something we all need to discover fro ourselves. 


And so I have one thing left to say. After you finish reading this, go to someone you love. Call them, text them, run to their house. Tell them you love them, that you accept them, and I guarantee, they will say it right back. 

So, Hi

Well hello there. I suppose to start off I should explain this blog. Basically, I like writing and this is a place for me to vent my feelings. I'll try to keep from boring you, as I'm sure you only found this place through bored searches on the web. There isn't really an outline to this blog, I'll pretty much post what ever I want to. Read it if you want to, if not, I'm cool with that. And enjoy my inner thoughts and all that. That's all for now, bye.