Right now, i have a girl that i can't get out of my mind. i do not know her all that well - i have yet to get to know her, but she is beautiful and unique, and her name... is Zoe.
Zoe, does not exist. In any other place other than my mind, she is imaginary, a ficticious character my imagination created.
Yet she is more real to me than anyone i have thought about before.
I have the need, the desire, to tell you about her, about her story, her personality, her thoughts. She is the main character of the book that is compiling itself in my head every day.
So, from now on, if a post has Zoe in the title, it is part of the ongoing novel i am determined to write, and someday finish... maybe even publish when i'm old enough... it is not always in order, infact, the first post is the end of our story...
So read, and i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i do writing it.
Olivia
Monday, 23 June 2008
Friday, 20 June 2008
Summer Sundays
I remember lying in the hammock the sun shining above me, the leaves filtering the bright yellow light, turning them bright green. It is windy, the hammock is swaying in the breeze. The pillow behind me is warm, and my fingers run up and down the pages of the open book, lying on my stomach.
This....
This is heaven.
Relaxation, outside, warm but a cool breeze and a book lying on my stomach.
Fantastic
This....
This is heaven.
Relaxation, outside, warm but a cool breeze and a book lying on my stomach.
Fantastic
Today
Today i saw a girl.
This statement is not unusual in itself, except for the fact that i have never seen a girl that looked like this before. This fact is unusual, what with the rising prevalence of this occurance within society.... or maybe it's just that i have never noticed it before.
The first thing i noticed about her was her wrists. pale, soft-looking, and so thin that you could see every single tendon clearly. then i saw her jeans. the can't have been more than a size 6 (a size 0 in america), yet they were so loose she needed a belt done up tightly around her waist to keep them up. Her jacket was thick enough to make her arms and rail thin body look relatively normal.
She was buying shoes with her mum, cautious and slow, not leaving the counter until her mum came back to her side. She bought a pair of white pointed shoes with a little heel on them. They were beautiful and delicate,just like her. They paid, then left.
I am old enough to know common courtesy: don't stare, don't point, don't talk about people especially if they are within earshot.
I am also old enough to know about anorexia and bulemia, and how to recognise it. I wondered in the shoe shop, as i do know, what stage of treatment she was in for the anorexia
I have never met this girl, and i doubt that i ever will meet her, but seeing her has made me need to say something, and i hope that every person that reads this, all the few of you that do, will listen to this:
This statement is not unusual in itself, except for the fact that i have never seen a girl that looked like this before. This fact is unusual, what with the rising prevalence of this occurance within society.... or maybe it's just that i have never noticed it before.
The first thing i noticed about her was her wrists. pale, soft-looking, and so thin that you could see every single tendon clearly. then i saw her jeans. the can't have been more than a size 6 (a size 0 in america), yet they were so loose she needed a belt done up tightly around her waist to keep them up. Her jacket was thick enough to make her arms and rail thin body look relatively normal.
She was buying shoes with her mum, cautious and slow, not leaving the counter until her mum came back to her side. She bought a pair of white pointed shoes with a little heel on them. They were beautiful and delicate,just like her. They paid, then left.
I am old enough to know common courtesy: don't stare, don't point, don't talk about people especially if they are within earshot.
I am also old enough to know about anorexia and bulemia, and how to recognise it. I wondered in the shoe shop, as i do know, what stage of treatment she was in for the anorexia
I have never met this girl, and i doubt that i ever will meet her, but seeing her has made me need to say something, and i hope that every person that reads this, all the few of you that do, will listen to this:
Please, Please, take care of your bodies. Do not fall prey to the 'i must be thinner' disease that is modern culture. All the girls, all the boys that have suffered this, all those that are at risk, please see that being thin does not equate to being handsome or beautiful.
i know how hard it is. every day, i wake up and see my tummy and pray that i can have enough will power to say no to the unhealthy food and do more excercise. i know i look ok, and that i am in the healthy weight range for my age and height, but it is hard to live in a world in which curves and a flat, smooth stomach are revered.
For this girl, for me, keep healthy.
Lu
For this girl, for me, keep healthy.
Lu
Thursday, 19 June 2008
Hug
There really is nothing that can compare with a hug. the closeness of two bodies can be on so many different levels.
there is the hug of a friend: close on the top half, but still about a foot or two apart at the feet. then there is the hug of a lover: full bodied, feet in between eachother, close, intimate, blocking everything and everyone else out. the hug that says "i missed you", "i trust you", or "i love you".
There are so many different ways to hug someone. you can almost strangle them with your arms around their neck, or hold their arms and lean your body into them, or wrap your arms around their waist. Personally, my all time favourite is the bear hug, when someone completley envelopes me. if they smell good and i like them, i can stay like this for hours on end. it gives me a feeling of safety and security, the best feeling in the world if i'm having a bad day.
So jump on the hugs bandwagon today and show someone that you care about them.
Lu. xx
there is the hug of a friend: close on the top half, but still about a foot or two apart at the feet. then there is the hug of a lover: full bodied, feet in between eachother, close, intimate, blocking everything and everyone else out. the hug that says "i missed you", "i trust you", or "i love you".
There are so many different ways to hug someone. you can almost strangle them with your arms around their neck, or hold their arms and lean your body into them, or wrap your arms around their waist. Personally, my all time favourite is the bear hug, when someone completley envelopes me. if they smell good and i like them, i can stay like this for hours on end. it gives me a feeling of safety and security, the best feeling in the world if i'm having a bad day.
So jump on the hugs bandwagon today and show someone that you care about them.
Lu. xx
I Promise...
My Name is Olivia.
I am sixteen,
I have just been given permission to legally drive,
I have never drunk one standard drink,
I am halfway through year 11
I live in Australia.
I am a writer, an artist, a student, a teacher, a friend, a sibling, a daughter, a fighter, and a peacemaker.
I am a normal teenager trying to find my place in this life.
Come and walk with me along the road and i will tell you my thoughts on things, if you will let me.
I am sixteen,
I have just been given permission to legally drive,
I have never drunk one standard drink,
I am halfway through year 11
I live in Australia.
I am a writer, an artist, a student, a teacher, a friend, a sibling, a daughter, a fighter, and a peacemaker.
I am a normal teenager trying to find my place in this life.
Come and walk with me along the road and i will tell you my thoughts on things, if you will let me.
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