Friday, February 26, 2010

growth.

I feel so refreshed.
Perfection will remain out of grasp (and for good reason), but the smile dancing on my lips is genuine. My financial insecurities have held me back at a stand-still for quite some time, but at last I am moving forward again and taking hold of those reins. I have an interview this weekend with Best Buy and my chances are very high. I have my new friend Justen to thank for that, and his friendship has also helped "free" me from my irksome routines. He is a technical geek with his own Nikon D90, and his room is filled with technology. Just the other day we packed his car with equipment and had a random photoshoot with Shelby. Quite frankly, he is helping boost my confidence. He is teaching me about cameras and their settings, about photoshop and lightroom, and helping me gain experience and continue further with photography. I believe in coincidences, so the fact that I randomly called him that day asking if Best Buy was hiring was meant to be. Thus, a very spontaneous friendship I can learn and grow from is born.
I'm so grateful.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

opposite wars.

My clenched jaw is sore, my teeth barricade the words I want so desperately to convey. Dealing with a specific conflict is one thing, but when the problem in question is the person's very skin, I hesitate. Not her skin really, but her entire persona all together that wraps her into a cocoon that is anything but endearing at times. I have made a habit of fancying opposites in a sister, a lover, and even a best friend. "Opposites attract" holds true thus far in romance, but over the last two years the one friendship I held most dear has crumbled again and again.
In truth, I acknowledged the differences Taylor and I had even in the beginning. The difference between then and now, however, is that back then I held my tongue. I stood by that loyalty that meant friends loved each other unconditionally, and accepted her faults and all. When her faults began to get too irksome, I created distance. I didn't hang out with her for a period of time and thus the frustration melted away and I began to miss her again. Now and especially lately, though, I can't seem to brush my feelings aside when Taylor's true colors come out. I rebel even, expressing opposition to most of her viewpoints. We don't get into normal arguments. Instead, one feels that the other is backing them into a patronizing corner and our most common reaction is to be defensive and lash out. Taylor's favorite habit is to inflate conflicts by pointing fingers. She'll suddenly turn on me, pinpointing my flaws because she will literally argue her standpoint til she is blue in the face. I have learned that it is OKAY to be wrong sometimes and I can say with full confidence that unlike her I know when to quit. She, however, will only degrade herself further by feeding the fire. She holds herself high above others and can be so unbelievably ignorant despite her feelings of superiority. I'm tired of this war. Most of all, I'm tired of being the only one who fights for her. Who actually fucking tries. Instead of hiding behind the internet or her phone, she never confronts conflict directly. I called her the other night because we were texting obnoxiously and it wasn't getting anywhere. But apparently watching a movie with her "boyfriend" was too important to pause even when I left a message saying that I was also calling for the sake of our friendship. Taylor's internet relationships is one thing that has always bugged me, but I learned to accept it. There have even been times where people have started to analyze her and make fun of her but I stood up for her and told them they had no idea who she was or what she's gone through, so I shut them up. But the fact that an internet relationship was favored above a real friendship annoys me more than anyone can possibly imagine.
I didn't write this to stir up another war. Quite honestly, if Tay chooses to comment this I will delete every single one as she once did for one of my comments on hers. I wrote this to get my feelings out before I say one last goodbye. I was foolish to choose an opposite for a best friend, so a normal acquaintanceship or small friendship will be all I will tolerate between her and I.
Enough.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

mirror test:

A puff of hot breath or the aftermath of a steamy shower creates a barrier between my reflection and I. With my hand I swipe through the fog until a pair of eyes oppose mine, identical. I ignore the smear and tilt my head. Unlike most, I don't see translucent strings rising into the hands of a conformist puppeteer. I do see lips with rebellious, defying opinions hanging on the rim, however. It has its share of scars and peeling due to many years of anxious biting, but I take pride in having a big mouth as opposed to one that is small or meek. I raise my hand to my neck, gently tapping a string of freckles... I smile, remembering how someone special once pointed out that it looked like a necklace of brown dots. My hand falls limp to my side, outling my inherited wide hips. I click my tongue in a Tinkerbell-inspired pout, but in truth I no longer feel disdain for the similarities I share with my mother. I take pride in what I have, but that doesn't mean I can't pursue weight loss. The reason? Certainly not peer pressure, much less am I hopping on the bandwagon to embrace the ideal image of a woman's body. No, keep your calculated diets and empty bellies. I'll live up to an ambition at my own pace.

The "test" is simple. Look at yourself in a mirror and make a description of what you see ranging anywhere from personality flaws to raw limbs. It's healthy to like yourself as you are, but no one's perfect. Here I am, admitting that I'm content with myself but striving for a little more.