Soaring Through the Clouds

Jackie. 18. NY.

"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky."

"I can't change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination."

~ Saturday, September 20 ~
I had to wake up at 5 fucking 30 this morning to get ready for work. Good news is I get to spend 16 hours (7am-1am) with a really cute guy from work.

I had to wake up at 5 fucking 30 this morning to get ready for work. Good news is I get to spend 16 hours (7am-1am) with a really cute guy from work.

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~ Friday, September 19 ~
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Today little sister cracks open
a second egg and mom’s eyes
dart across the kitchen.

'You are not supposed to eat
more than one egg a day
you know that is far
too much cholesterol.’

The first meal I ate at the hospital
was a two-egged omelette
drenched in cheese.
My mother sat across from me
while the nurses and social workers
retaught her how to feed me.

They told her I was not allowed
to hide cheese under my plate,
or pick off the tortilla shell
and avoid the egg yolk.

They told her there were new rules, now
3000 to 5000 calories a day,
every day
no more sugar-free jello
egg whites
and tea

That night we went to the grocery store
and felt the world tilt upside down
We walked passed the low fat,
no cholesterol
Until we hit the goldmine:
poppyseed muffins,
ice cream bars
whole milk
full fat butter.
Foods that would make my heart beat regularly again
and put life back in my eyes.

Today I tell my mother I think it is fine
for little sister to eat two eggs,
cholesterol be damned.

But she looks me in the eye and says
“It’s different for you.”

This is the same phrase she repeats
when I ask her why she does not want us to cook noodles
for mother’s day dinner
or why she is not eating sugar
this week.

It is a phrase which means:
because you showed so much control
that you grew out of control
You are Hereby Exempt
from the Dieting Culture

It is a phrase which means,
‘I am drawing a firm line
between the South Beach diet
The No-Carb diet
The No-Sugar diet
The Atkins diet
The You Are Inherently Flawed and in Need of Fixing

and illness.’

Because nobody likes to think about the fact
that perhaps we are all playing with fire
that perhaps The American Dream
(and by this I mean weight loss)
is nothing but a smokescreen.
That perhaps shrinking oneself successfully
does not actually move mountains,
paint your soul in bright gold,
or part the seas.

That perhaps making ourselves disappear
won’t fix the real problems
our good intentions will never
pave the path to heaven.

Tomorrow when I wake up
I am going to breathe in the morning air
and thank the universe for poppyseed muffins,
ice cream bars
whole milk
full fat butter

I am going to change the world

and fry two eggs for breakfast.

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dying before your friends and welcoming them to hell like


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i want to sleep for 2 years and wake up with a degree, an apartment and money in the bank.

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i hate how you’re just born out of nowhere and you’re forced to go to school and get education so you can get a job what if i wanted to be a duck

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"melted butter"

school started ha

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~ Thursday, September 18 ~

An Infinite List of Favorite Collections - Paolo Sebastian S/S 2014-15 Haute Couture

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Sometimes the air doesn’t seem to leave the room
Sometimes the light doesn’t come through
Other times you can’t really tell if it’s 4pm or 4am
And sometimes you wouldn’t even care

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