Idalis Wood
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I'm a college graduate passionate about writing. I'm so many things-- a geek, foodie, a shopper, somewhat tech savvy, etc. And I love it.
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Temporary Office Obligation
There’s no worse feeling in the world when you realize that you aren’t special. Not the kind of special that gives you an edge over everyone else, but the kind of special people delude themselves into believing to avoid the reality that they are replaceable. That’s what I figured out I am. Replaceable. There are women (and maybe men) like me who feel insecure, anxious about dealing with a world you were never prepared for, and knowing that survival often means complacency. I’m not shocked by me feeling like I’m replaceable. I’m replaceable in my job (though I hope that isn’t the case) and in my mind. The only way I know I can’t be replaced is with my family and my relationships, but even then I feel like I don’t belong in the world. It’s as if the world wasn’t made for someone like me. It’s continuing and moving on without me.
By Idalis Wood6 years ago in Journal
Starting to Understand Personal Interactions
Recently I got the opportunity to work alongside a staff writer and reporter for my college town's newspaper (who shall remain nameless). The topic I decided to help him on was about the topic of sexual harassment; a topic I care about. Though this was not the primary reason why I chose it, there were other factors in play. The most vital one to me was to show how the issue of sexual harassment is still prevalent today.
By Idalis Wood7 years ago in Viva
Finding Acceptance in My Own Body
Everyday I fight a battle within myself. It’s not just cheat days of burgers, chips, and something with lots of sugar. It’s in my own mind. For every time a voice in my head tells me the outfit I have on looks good on me, there are five trying to drown out the positivity. Now, there are two. Sometimes there are five, but I can bring it down to two. I don’t know if those voices ever go away, but I can at least prevent them from messing with my mentality. They know my body is a sensitive subject for me. (It probably is for a lot of people.) They know I’m trying and everyday is a struggle; saying no to fries, trying to lower my soda intake, controlling how much of something I decide to eat, trying not to eat an entirety of something homemade in hopes of having it the next day, eliminating the constant snacking. The list goes on. For every small victory I have, I have to fight to prevent myself from going down the rabbit hole of things I might have done wrong concerning my body. It still continues, but the battle has become easier than it was years ago.
By Idalis Wood7 years ago in Viva
