True love.

She steps out of the shower in a navy blue towel.
Hair in a bun, she starts getting ready for the days work.
It's a dark, chilly, autumn morning, around 5 am.
She hears the bathroom door creak open,
expecting the family dog, she sees her 3 year old daughter.
"Go back to sleep, you dont have to up for a half an hour."
Expecting to see her very confused daughter turn and walk away,
she asks, "What's that?"
The mother is stunned by this, seeing as how her daughter is pointing at a bottle of lotion, she herself has used plenty before.
"That there? That's lotion"
"Why?"
Pure curiosity is on her face.
"It's to make your skin as soft as an angels kiss"
The mom then takes about a dime of lotion and rubs it on her face and neck. She picks up a diffrent bottle of lotion for her arms and shoulders.
"Why did you change lotions?"
"Their's a diffrence in everything. Every person, every leaf,every snowflake is diffrent. Everything needs something diffrent then the next."
The little girl takes a seat and watches her mom smoothe in the lotion.
"What's that?"
The mother is holding a bottle of hairspray.
"This peices together all of the details. It holds everything in place."
"Why?"
"Everything has a purpose in life. This is a small stepping stone of the day. A minor detail that makes a diffrence."
The mother then takes out a Q-tip and cleans her ears.
"Why?"
"Well how else do you hear nature?"
With that the girl leaves.
She notices a small lavendar feather on the bathroom floor.
The mother takes down her hair, letting the soft waves essentiate her bright eyes.
She hears absolute silence, then a cricket in the backyard.

"Mommy, are you an angel?"

Soft tears run down both faces.

Wish After Failed Wish

Lucky Penny Lucky Penny,
I flip you one more time.
The cold metal in my palm,
Wishing to be fine.

I through you up,
watch you shine,
Spin with all your might.
Feel you land right where you belong.

Cold metal gone warm,
Anticipating results.
Just one last wish in distress.
Please.

Luckt Penny Lucky Penny
This is my one last time.
The warm metal in my hand,
Will I ever be fine?

Somethings never change.

I always focas on changing now,
How much my life is diffrent,
About the girl I've become.

I always note others patterns,
How they repeat themselves,
I never note mine though.

My life has changed me in a lot of ways,
But I'm still the same.

I'm managing my time like I did when I was eight,
I still fantasize when I'm all alone and it's late.
I have those crazy dreams that I wish were fate.
I still questioned myself when I ate.

I still use music to satisfy my hunger.
I can't hold my breath for to much longer.
I still don't do as I'm told,
I guess I'm really not that old.

I learned how to sing and dance,
Most importantly I took a chance.
I learned that being in highschool really is my life,
I realize now that I was worth the fight.


"Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?" Landslide, Dixie Chicks

A very odd entry that relates anorexia to a kick ass 6 month...

When people think anorexia,
They think skinny girls.
Skin and bones.
Fragile.
Models.
Rarely do they think average girls.
Or guys for that matter.
Healthy looking,
or obese.

When people think 6 month,
They think horney teenagers,
Who dont know what love is.
They think sex.
They don't think painting a purgula.
Or eating mexican food.
Or book shopping.
Or falling asleep in his arms.

I'm not sure why that is.
But it is always fun to go against the typical stereotype :)
Granted, my stereotypes may be diffrent than others,
I just find mexican food more entertaining :)