What we find out here is we are a loud family who likes to have fun and laughs a lot.
I dream every time I sleep. Even if its a nap I still dream. They are usually very vivid and real. When I wake up I remember it all and some times think it actually happened. Lately I have had a dream where I can't breathe or move. I wake myself up not able to move or breath. Its a scary feeling. I'm sure its stress but I miss the days of nice sweet dreams. I hope to have those back again soon.
Being poor is like being fat, I should know since I am both of these things. When you are poor people treat you differently. Just like they do when you are fat. They have no compassion for you at all. You get that look of disgust or of pity. "How could you let yourself get like this" they say. Neither is fun but it is life. I'm not skinny and yes I can lose weight but I will never be skinny. Yes I can get a better job but not much will change in that way either. This world is shown nothing but skinny rich people all the time that we are supposed to think are perfect and have a perfect life. If they are even a little bigger than a size 2 they are suddenly fat and are ridiculed for it. If they fall from grace and don't have all the money they once did its the same thing. So we automatically put judgment on anyone who doesn't fit in this perfect box. But those people aren't the norm, so why do we act like it is. Most of us struggle daily with something, weather it be money, weight, depression... Etc.
So why do we not have more compassion on others, we know how hard life is.
Daily I hear "I wish I could pull that off" which always applies to my crazy hair color of the week or my clothing. Which all of these things probably wouldn't be noticed if I didn't live in a very small town where most of the people all look the same and act the same. I usually just say "you can pull it off" with a big smile. Because I believe anyone can. Anyone can have purple hair or wear what I wear. Don't be scared of what others think. It would be such a boring world if we were all the same. We are all beautiful ❤
October is not only breast cancer awareness but also pregnancy and infant loss awareness month. I guarantee you or someone you know has been through this. Something that stays with you forever it is a loss in every sense of the word. Sometimes just a kind word is all someone needs to hear, or a shoulder to cry on. It's just like any loss you don't get over it you just get through it.
I'm so glad that my children dare to be different. While most girls have long hair my daughter loves her pixie cut. When I see boys walking into school all wearing the exact same thing down to the socks and shoes, my son is happy with his star wars vans and a skull shirt. He's been picked on for not playing sports and all he says is I don't want to play sports. It doesn't bother him what they think. They all get judged for being different but what kind of world would it be if we were all the same. Embrace the differences and be the person you want not just to fit in with someone else.
When I look in the mirror I see a chubby girl with a cute face. I see plenty of flaws but in general I like myself. Yes I know I'm bigger than I need to be and I could work on a lot of things, but I like who I am. Then someone will take a picture of me and it's nothing like what I see when I look in the mirror. Why is that? I look 10 times bigger, everything just looks worse. I don't understand it. Am I seeing things or is it that bad really?