I Can't Find Mommy Weekly post #9

I was eight years old the spring of 2003, a happy young girl with plenty of friends. I had a happy home -or what I thought to be a happy home- and loving family. I couldn’t have been more content with my life. One day after coming home from school I walked in the door to my grandmothers house, something wasn’t quite right. I remember the solemn looks on my family members faces, tear stains on my dad and grandmas cheeks threw up a red flag that something terrible had happened. I was confused why no one would tell me what was going on. I remember thinking how much I hated when my mom was gone out of town, because it always seemed like its when I needed her the most, she always tried to help me understand things that no one else would try to explain to me.

My younger sister, Taylor and I were sent to one of the spare bedrooms, we curled up on the bed and waited impatiently for someone to enter the room. I tried to comfort Tay, telling her that when mommy came back from her trip out of town she would help us understand. I ran my fingers of her back to calm her, as I had learned to do so by watching my mom to it countless time for her. “Everything will get better sis, dont worry.” I repeated over and over in an attempt to bring peace to her mind, as well as my own.

           Much time passed and Tay and I had fallen asleep on the small bed. My grandmother and my moms close friend, Katie entered the room waking me, I tapped Taylor on the back. She woke up easily and waited for someone to explain. We were then told we had lost our mommy.

Our Potential Beauty. Weekly blog pist #8

        As I was sitting in my room with my laptop mini on my desk I pondered on what to write tonight for my weekly blog post. I remembered that I needed to whiten my teeth this week, so i went to my closet and found my bleach trays in my vanity drawers, I then put the whitening paste in the trays and put the foul tasting, gag worthy bleach in my mouth. I began to wonder why anyone would do this-why would i do this? It seems to me that beauty (or societies opinion. Society today paints a distinct picture of beauty, girls today have the media to look to for an example of what they themselves should look like. We model ourselves after these fashion icons, whose pictures are edited and airbrushed until the point they no longer look like people but more or less look like mannequins. Women go to ridiculous measures to mimic the looks of girls on the cover of the magazines, unaware that these girls are almost completely FAKE! Girls starve themselves, spend outrageous amounts of money, and even do things that may potentially harm them in striving to reach the same level of beauty that these photoshopped women have. It may seem worth the pain money and emotional trauma to “fix” ourselves to look like the fashion icons, but it isn’t! From this point on I will refuse to let myself fall into the pit of finding fake beauty, starting with taking out these bleach trays!

         I look in the mirror, My gums are now raw and a deep shade of red, almost bleeding, but my teeth are not quite the glowing white that I was hoping for. I place the trays back on my teeth, the taste making me gag. I need to look nice for school tomorrow I think, someone else can care some other time, but as me, I sure will have some pretty, pearly whites!

love through popcorn Weekly post #7

Today I received a box of popcorn I had ordered from my brother, Ransom. Now, I do not really like popcorn all that much. I don’t enjoy eating it at all, but I ordered some anyway. The look on Ransoms face when I ordered from the boy scout fundraiser was worth the thirty-five dollars I paid to get popcorn I don’t like. I wondered while sitting at my table staring at the popcorn I would three large bags of popcorn I would most likely never eat, why in the world did I i order this much popcorn? Then the memory of me filling out my order form, Ransom stood there gleaming with excitement as I wrote down the dollar amount that was due, as well as the kind of popcorn I decided would be the best. Isn’t wonderful to have the support of a family, especially as a young child with a fundraiser. It is so important to show love to children through doing simple things such as ordering popcorn. Not only did my purchase show love to my little brother but my purchase helps the scouting program. A simple
(sometimes seemingly pointless) act can make all the difference to a child, group, or community.