Eat oranges every day and glow. That is all.
Chocolate is not the answer. But not eating chocolate has nothing to do with the question.
I can recall every curve
of every body I have lived in
every wave of emotion
the high and low tides
conjured by my eyes
and I wonder about the days
wasted in front of mirrors
the hours given to a voice
that was never mine to begin with
I am not one for arguing
for I have never been at war with words
they are my milk
my breakfast, lunch and tea
Start your morning right and set the tone for your day. I love avocado on toast & frozen rasberries with oats for breakfast. I also recommend reading Mel Wells ‘The Godess Revolution’. It really changed how I thought about my self image.
If you have nothing at all then you have nothing to lose.
This is the flawed philosophy I carry around like a tonne of bricks tied to my back. I don’t believe I willingly choose this state of thinking. Sometimes thoughts simply become you – a result of all your experiences.
Are we not the total sum of everything that made us? (or unmade us?)
I saw a picture last night of a young boy. His skin was practically touching bone and his eyes were deep black pools. It was as if no soul existed behind his face. Like it had been sucked away by circumstance.
We are all born into different circumstances.
I was born into a circumstance where food was given to me as comfort, and eyes were given to make me uncomfortable.
He was born into a circumstance where food was rarely given, and I’m sure that is more uncomfortable than the unhappiness I feel when I look into the mirror.
I think about food and what it’ll do to my hips.
For a long time I never truly considered the millions of souls dragging their hips along the dirt, gasping for breath.
I wonder about the tears they would shed if shown my local grocery store. I also wonder about the reflections I stop to stare at in every mirror of every store. How I examine every curve, every line, every fold.
And lastly, I think about how I never stop to consider, the beauty of a nourished soul.
I wander for a while on polished tiles
and never consider slipping
or melting under the neon lights
of commodities blanket halls
I glimpse outside
and the sky tells a lie
the day should wake
but it is night-time still
a grey day consuming
the should-be summer haze
I raise my Mocha “To Death”
saving nothing for life
Scents collapse into each other
like a tower made of butter
melting under a hot fan
A chaotic mess of multiple places
permeating the creases of my skin
so that I may taste
with every inch of my body
Every cell salivates and dances with joy
my face – an expression no human has ever seen
for it is a look unique to me
Molecules of Peppermint tea
float in swirling waves
permeating the air
disappearing into the realm of colourful worlds
and as the heat fades
you will no longer leave me
you will crawl down my inside skin
I crave the delicacy of white chocolate
the sweet hot delight to warm my cold disposition
The embrace of its arm around my throat
not to choke
but to caress me from my waking state
into a dream with thick buttery rivers
and days sunken into the grass
soaking under the Sun
watching this chocolate world melt around me
into new forms
new places to explore
new, beautiful things to make me cry