Why must we all inhibit ourselves?
A book I'm currently buried in raises this question and I have been pondering this since my break in Oz. Why do I have to look perfect all the time? Why can't I have my dessert with my meal? Why can't I do what I want without feeling bad about the income? Why do I have to stay in on nights because I'm a girl? Why is a squeeky clean reputation matter? Why does my reputation matter?
After I'd settled into my new surrounding, I was COMFORTABLE in my own skin. This went on for two solid months, sheer bliss and I was able to take in deep breaths of carelessness. I didn't have to think about what I ate, I walked around in a bikini with the confidence of a vs model. Liberation never felt so...natural. I had always had this potential within me all along, I was just never given the opportunity to just.let.go. As great as this was, it has brought me to deeper lows of dissatisfaction upon my return. I can't recreate this feeling, not here at least. Not so long as I am constantly under the critical eye of my opinionated mother and compared to stick thin acquaintances. Sure, I have a great personality ( for the most part) let's face it, it only counts for so much.
CAN I EAT A CUP CAKE WITHOUT FEELING GUILTY...?
What keeps us from going for what we want? Why can't we follow our dreams even though we won't make much money? Why is it that you can't have someone you want? Why must we all be wrapped in chains about everything?
What's the point of choice anyways?
Sigh, unanswered questions are enough to keep a girl up at night.
Inspired by a card at the australian museum that wanted to know what I had to say.
Life happens, and here's what I have to say about it.
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