love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Body Image, Hormones, and Spinning Out of Control.
In the 9th grade I worked in the office at the school, and it was my job to go around and pick up all the slips in each classroom that showed who was absent. There was one class in particular that I hated going into, because every time I opened the door the guys in the back row would hoot and holler and call me "sex". My face would grow warm and turn red, and I would practically crush my hand in the door trying to scoot away as quickly as possible. In other rooms, guys would whistle or make rude comments about me.
By Denise Willis5 years ago in Humans
Changing Lights
They say you should just rip the Band-Aid off. Gradually peeling it away each fraction of an inch is more painful. Perhaps. Of course, you could always just leave the Band-Aid on and hope that the glue will naturally dissolve, freeing you from the need to make any decision. Sometimes there's no choice and the Band-Aid is ripped away for you. You'll either discover you healed or you'll bleed all over the place.
By Dena Doval5 years ago in Humans
Lost
I stood at the top of the hill, watching the sun rise over the trees. I had to come here every day to remember who I was. To start the day with an understanding of how I was going get through the day without losing myself. I was exceptionally good at losing myself. Truthfully, I just gave myself away every day. I know I have the power to change that yet, here I am again feeling the same way as yesterday. And today, like very day, I promise myself that I will not allow others to deplete me; that I will do what best serves my soul; and I will emerge at the end of the day, as the me I feel here in this moment.
By Rosemary McManus Coleman5 years ago in Humans
Where do I stand?
Lately I’ve been arguing with myself. Going back and forth on what is reasonable and why I feel certain things. I’ve debated, made lists, weighed out the pros and cons. Questioned what I wanted and whether or not my gut feeling was correct. Spoke to my best friend, the only friend who could possibly understand, because like me, she goes through her days wondering the same thing- “Where do I stand?”
By Anna Cecilia5 years ago in Humans
Everyone Wants To Be Loved:
Everyone wants to be loved. No one should have to go through life alone. People ask me all the time why I am so kind. Truth is I have seen my share of sorrow. Years ago when I was in my late twenties I worked an overnight shift job at a bank. An older woman was very nice, very hard worker, and she was alone. She had no friends, no one to talk to except the people she worked with. One night me and my coworkers had a conversation about how we did not like when people would ring our bell, and try to sell us something. This woman said, "I love when people come to my door, because it is someone to talk to." The lady told us that every day sh came home to an empty house. This is the reason she loved to come to work every night.
By Cheryl A Nocera 5 years ago in Humans
Tomorn - "More at tomorrow."
Her tired green eyes flitted over the weekly ledger. Each jolt of the train causing Sara to lose her focus on the screen. It had been yet another week of early starts and long, busy days. Although constantly worried about her coffee shop’s never ending financial woes, Sara felt a real sense of pride and accomplishment. It had been eight months since she had bought the business from her ailing friend, Trinity. Poor Trinity had been even more succumbed to M.S. when Sara had last visited her. Yet whenever the conversation turned to the store, Trinity’s inner spark lit up, giving Sara the drive to keep it all together.
By Josie Morris5 years ago in Humans
Hey There Delilah
Hey There Delilah Hey there Delilah. What’s it like in New York City? Must be exciting to move; I remember it was for me. We’re a thousand miles apart now, but you’re still the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. That photo you sent me just arrived, of you in the white dress, and honestly, baby, not even Times Square could shine as bright as you do. I often sit outside the apartment on the steps, playing my guitar and thinking of you.
By Sean Lyall5 years ago in Humans
True love
The Merriam-Webster dictionary’s definition of love is quite complicated. An oversimplified definition is an intense feeling based on kinship or personal ties, or sexual desire, or common interests. Other words for love could be fondness, tenderness, intimacy, devotion, adoration, idolization, passion, desire, lust, infatuation, compassion, care, caring, regard, concern, friendship, kindness, charity, goodwill, sympathy, kindliness, unselfishness, benevolence, brotherliness, sisterliness, humanity, affair, romance, intrigue, amour. Never has one word had so much meaning. I would debate it may be one of the most important words in the entire English language.
By Courtney Ramsey-Coleman, MS, RD, LDN5 years ago in Humans
