I am a female, and I fart, I burp, and I poop.
I am often ridiculed by my friends and peers for these things. Why must I be ashamed the my body works properly? Who made up these rules anyways?
Farts. Everyone does it. But most people go to great strides to keep it from happening, or at least anyone from noticing. They'll sit there, and realize they need to fart, then they'll try with all their might, not to be noticiable when they clench their butt cheecks together hoping to prevent it from occuring. Or if it's beyond their control, they'll try their hardest, use all of their available muscles to let it out slowly, so slowly that no one could ever tell.
Could someone please explain to me the reason we are all so self conscious? I would like to live in a time when I wouldn't have to be ashamed of my body natually digesting food.
Burps. Yes, I do that as well. And it's not wrong or disgusting. All it tells the world is that either I ate too fast becuase I don't get a lunch break, or that I had a soda or beer. Why in the world is that wrong? It isn't, so I shouldn't be ashamed of the effects.
Poops. Now seriously. It isn't lady like to poop, or tell people, or even hint that you do this most detestable thing. This one will be the shortest rant of all. So fucking what?! I eat, I poop, it happens, deal with it.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Utterance
Articulation, a transfer of words with multiple meanings.
There's such a work involved in keeping relationships alive, be it friendships or romantic. And the one piece that can make or break it, is communication. It's been said over and over again in various self help texts, but notice, if you will, what happens to the person you believed to be very close, when things get busy and you don't speak for a time. Notice the person with whom you speak quite often. They consume you.
It is a terrible balancing act that I fear we will never get a handle on.
If I never spoke from today on, what would be the outcome? Would those I love drift away? Do my words really carry that much importance? What if I chose to speak only in art, color, and paint? Those people who cared enough about me would watch intently. They'd try to discover what I was trying to say. It could give me an idea of who enjoys me for the person I truly am, and not what clever thing decides to come out of my mouth.
Words, Letters, such small insignificant things. They draw you in, they push others away, they create, they are wonderous forms of artistic expression.
There's such a work involved in keeping relationships alive, be it friendships or romantic. And the one piece that can make or break it, is communication. It's been said over and over again in various self help texts, but notice, if you will, what happens to the person you believed to be very close, when things get busy and you don't speak for a time. Notice the person with whom you speak quite often. They consume you.
It is a terrible balancing act that I fear we will never get a handle on.
If I never spoke from today on, what would be the outcome? Would those I love drift away? Do my words really carry that much importance? What if I chose to speak only in art, color, and paint? Those people who cared enough about me would watch intently. They'd try to discover what I was trying to say. It could give me an idea of who enjoys me for the person I truly am, and not what clever thing decides to come out of my mouth.
Words, Letters, such small insignificant things. They draw you in, they push others away, they create, they are wonderous forms of artistic expression.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Health, Beauty, and Santiation
Walking robots. That's what we've decided we all need to be. No ailments, no oddities, no differences.
If I get a zit on my face, I have automatically become "unattractive", "unhealthy", and well basically "unclean". I bet not many know that a pimple is actually the direct result of your body trying to heal itself. How can that be so bad? My body works, it's fixing itself, but lord no, don't let anyone know this, don't let anyone see you, hide out until it goes away, or plaster yourself with paint so no one sees, but we all see. What's the point in hiding it with paint when it is still visibly seen? Pretend like nothing's there. We're fooling ourselves.
Why can't we celebrate the fact that all of our faces are different. Some have scars, stories to tell, some have pimples, showing me that your body is working, some have extra skin, some have lines, some are round, some are square. Who's to say that one is better than the other? Yes we all have our preferences, and that's fine, but to lay the blanket statement that "if your face looks like this" you are considered unattractive and might as well hide in your apartment and don't even think about going out, or talking to someone you find pretty, it'll never work.
Yes I've just rambled on about pimples. It's who I am, get used to it.
If I get a zit on my face, I have automatically become "unattractive", "unhealthy", and well basically "unclean". I bet not many know that a pimple is actually the direct result of your body trying to heal itself. How can that be so bad? My body works, it's fixing itself, but lord no, don't let anyone know this, don't let anyone see you, hide out until it goes away, or plaster yourself with paint so no one sees, but we all see. What's the point in hiding it with paint when it is still visibly seen? Pretend like nothing's there. We're fooling ourselves.
Why can't we celebrate the fact that all of our faces are different. Some have scars, stories to tell, some have pimples, showing me that your body is working, some have extra skin, some have lines, some are round, some are square. Who's to say that one is better than the other? Yes we all have our preferences, and that's fine, but to lay the blanket statement that "if your face looks like this" you are considered unattractive and might as well hide in your apartment and don't even think about going out, or talking to someone you find pretty, it'll never work.
Yes I've just rambled on about pimples. It's who I am, get used to it.
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