I learned those bruises on my knees aren’t going to heal until I learn to walk again. Sure, the marks may still be there afterward but it’ll remind me of a time where getting by meant I wasn’t ready, of a time where I didn’t think I could be myself. I don’t want to get by. I want to strive to be more than I am. I want to *live*.
OMGosh, I’m at the Minato buffet (which is a fancy Japanese buffet) with my 1 year old daughter, Soma, my dad, and Soma’s Abuelo (her father’s mother’s husband, keepin’ it complicated). Abuelo speaks Spanish only, I speak broken Spanish, my dad is fluent. Soma was getting ansy and likes to crawl on tables when we eat but we always tell her, “Soma, this isn’t that type of establishment, you can’t dance on the tables!”
So she starts crawling on the table here and I meant to tell Abuelo “She likes to try to dance on the tables” but I said “She wants to dance on the tables” so he picked her up on the table and started dancing with her! My dad is kind of horrified, Abuelo and Soma are having a grand time laughing and dancing and I had to excuse myself because I was laughing so hard, I love this!
I always look at people totally weird when they come up to me with unsolicited advice on how to lose weight and treat my acne. As if right away they assume I’ve never heard of face wash or smear fried chicken on my face. (Seriously, I’ve had people tell this to me) Yeah, I’m in my late 20s and my face is broken out almost all the time but that doesn’t mean I eat tons of grease/sugar/soda or that my face is dirty or that I haven’t tried everything I could afford to clear it up. And I do not wear a lot of makeup that covers the acne unless I’m performing/taking pictures because even the sensitive skin products make me break out, it’ll be a cycle of covering break outs. Since my face is is always a red color matching the rest of me it makes foundation shopping a nightmare. I needed three representatives from Mary Kay to help me with this problem.
The weight thing I can change (on my own, for me, in my time) but the face, not so much. I enjoy my clearer days, I shrug off the bad days, and have come to terms with all of it. Most of the time I don’t feel too bad about my appearance cos I know I rock and when I’m down about my looks I still exude confidence, that’s all that matters.