A friend of mine reduced me to an object of desire which suggested one day I would no longer be viewed as attractive. I felt like I’d lost a part of myself in that moment. It’s tough to accept that society often places so much emphasis on youth and appearance, and that our worth is often judged by those standards. It makes you wonder.
In the wake of COVID-19, creatives faced difficulty reconciling passions with defined norms. Now we challenge expectations, pave non-traditional paths and push boundaries.
I encountered the pernicious forces of ageism and sexism. My instructors dismissed my queries, their condescension a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play in the classroom. The apology of a teacher only reinforced patriarchal standards that place undue importance on external validation over the true worth of a woman.
As I wage war with procrastination, I choose work, exercise, and language practice as my daily trinity to conquer. Although distractions arise, I secure victory by writing down my objectives and remaining steadfast. Despite adversity, my productivity flourishes. I believe that pursuing my ideals, even if illusory, is superior to surrendering to indolence.
It’s a battle of the bulge. I feel like I’m stuck in the middle of a tug-of-war between societal expectations and self-love. You know, when life gets tough, the tough get…well, a little bit softer. But it’s okay, we’ve all been there. I had a little slip-up with stress and before I knew it, my fitness routine was taking a nap.
My dear friend, words have always been your love-hate affair. At times they pour out like a waterfall, and at others they leave you stuttering and stammering. But, as writers, we must soldier on and never give up, even if it means starting over a hundred times. Enlightenment—It’s a messy pursuit.
Art beats boredom, leads to better self. A way to tackle life’s tough bits – weather, body image, etc. New Year, new self-expression through art. Poetry peers into soul, reveals all. Tapping into this wellspring brings new perspectives, new ways of viewing life, new ways of being.
The pursuit of perfection is a treacherous road, leading only to disappointment. So let us make progress, not promises and embrace the bittersweet symphony of life paddling down the road to perdition.
I ponder the potential of a shift in perspective and a touch of daring to transform the ordinary into the extraordinary. To elevate the everyday, I explore the themes of self-improvement and uncovering beauty within the monotony.
