Pretty People: Robbie (I am what I am)

Youth is about discovering yourself, and adolescence is about refining that definition and in some cases re-discovering your findings. For me, I had discovered myself at the young age of Ten.

I knew that I, Robbie Cody was smart. Intelligent.

Bi.

School is like a science lab.

It's a time for experimenting; seeing if the right two chemicals get together...will it be perfect chemistry? or it may all just might blow up in your face.

I never forget his face...sweet and caring.

He was always shy though...Like that little lost toy in the chest box. So adorable...But never played with. Scared a little. Almost timid is the word...

His name was Kareem.

I remember... 5th grade sitting in those tiny desks...exchanging glances.

Everyone else around us was playing with their "chemistry sets"...

He was always scared of telling the "world about his discovery". I never was. I was proud of my experimental success.

We picked ourselves us by our boot straps, and we put on our lab coats and found the secret ingredient to perfect chemistry.

The secret ingredient to a great experiment is love. For your lad partner...but mainly for yourself.

How can you love someone else if you can't love yourself?

After our first kiss...I knew I was bi. I had no problem with that fact about myself.

Many people feel that they have to hide from it; hide from themselves.

Lucky for me...my friends and family were supportive. True, there was the occasional person who didn't like what I was...but I don't need to hide or change for them.

It's my life, not there's.

Live your life for YOU!!!!

However, all good things eventually come to an end... Kareem moved away...however that feeling i felt for myself did not.

We lost connection...but I didn’t loose my confidence.

Some call it science, I call it chemistry.

Every "Scientific Discovery", is a part of you. You never know who you are unless you put yourself out there and experiment!

 I love the way I am. I know who I am, and I love it.

Pretty people are made from ugly experiences.

I am me, and I am not going to hide it.

I am a pretty person.

Someday.

Every day.

Robbie Cody, 15 years old October 20, 2011

Life is pretty, only when you make it

Life is such a loose subject to talk about. There are thousands of theory's on how life began.
But life it's self...? No one can directly say what life is.
However, the dictionary defies life as the general or universal condition of human existence.
My personal therory is that life begins when we as human beings are formed.
True, we have foarmed our bodies in a womb, incubating there for 9 months.
But we are not human beings until we begin to "be".
That's when life really begins. When we as individuals start to develope our own personalities aside from what our parents want us to be.
It is a parents job to protect their children, and work twards them having a better life then them.
From the second we are born they make decisions for you to help you reach that goal of a better life.
They give you a name.
They give you clothes, and dress you up as a princess or a cowboy.
Every parent wants the best for their children. They mold us like clay.
Children are clay, and parents are the sculpters.
The teachers are the master artists, and the rest of the insignificent world , are the cricts.
Everyone is a critic.
But the basis of life begins when the clay begins to form its self. When the it develpoes cracks, and dents up to the piont where the sculpture cannot be retouched anymore. There can be no more done for it, but to let it decompose. And we decompose back into clay...
But that raw state of being clay, is what life really is.
No one is alive.
True, we are all living and breathing..but we are not alive.
We live in the world of the artists brush. Everything is painted, and plastered…and only when we are broken down, and are nothing but clay...when we can sit upon the sidlines and observe the work of art that we live in...we will never truely be alive.
Life is an unatanable apple. Red, big, and juicy. Plump, on God’s highest tree that rests on the tallest mountain.
Life is meaningless.
The journey to that apple called life? The journey is where life really should be lived..not at the peek of the mountain..but at the slope leading up to it.

Pretty People: Hayley (Aquired Taste)

Ethel Merman was known as "Old leather lungs". People used to say they could hear from the nose-bleed seats without the a microphone.
"Sing out Louise!!!"

From the moment I was born I made sure I was heard. I had something important to say, and I wasn't about to be silenced.
But volume doesn't make people listen...

I used to be called the "Human Microphone". I kind of liked it, at least they knew I existed, right? Being anonymous is worse then being wrong.  Being un-heard is worse than not being able to talk...

I always talk too much. That's what everyone says. I don't have a problem articulating my thoughts...
My problem was filtering it.
When people said "Turn down the volume!", they never ment the music.

I never had any friends because people said hanging around me would give them "Hearing Damage".
And everyone called me an "aquired taste".

I hate the word so much.
My few friends said that to me.
My teachers.
Even my parents...

So what...I'm loud... But iwas born this way. Loud and proud.

I'm not an aquaired taste. I'm a work of art. Everyone sees it, but most people don't get it.

I am a pretty, loud, person.

Someday.
Everyday.

Hayley Michelle 14 years old. October 11, 2011.

Ana R. Xia

Dear Reader,

So, you want to be skinny? I don't blame you. You're the fattest human being I've ever seen. I honestly don't know why you let yourself live. I have a lot of work to do, so you'd better listen up and follow every single instruction I give you.
Food makes you fat. Calories are your natural enemy. Think you're hungry? Think again. You want to put something in that tummy of yours? Not while I'm here. Eating is for people with no self-control. You're better than that, I hope. What defines us as people? Will power. Show some. Put down that fork. Do you really need to eat dinner? You can pass on breakfast and lunch, too. Look in the mirror. What do you see? Fat. It's everywhere, spreading over your body like a disease. Why on earth would you need food when you have so much of it under your skin? Gluttony is as much a sin as it is repulsive. Let's not embarrass ourselves.
You know your boyfriend? You can forget about him. He doesn't matter. You know your friends and family? Forget about them, too. They will only try and stop us. They will get in our way and become the obstacles you fight to overcome, the distractions that hinder our progress.
School and work aren't important. Sure, you can spend hours studying if it'll keep your mind off food. Are these the things that define us? No, we are defined by how thin we are. What people see when they look at us. What is the use having perfect grades and a perfect career if you don't have a perfect body to match?
Start being productive. Do something with your life. Read books about me, make a scrapbook about me, listen to music about me, look at pictures of skinny girls who love me. That can be you. You can be the girl who is tiny, who is worth writing a book about, worth being in pictures.
Weigh yourself every morning and every night. Weigh yourself before you eat. Weigh yourself after you eat. Calculate your BMI everyday. You need to be in the category "< 18.5." You need to be underweight. When you pass a mirror, check it. Stare into it. Frown at the saddlebags and love handles. Smile at the bones poking through your skin. We are almost there. You are not vain, you are insecure. Get it right.
Smoke cigarettes until you feel sick. Drink coffee until you can't stop shaking. Chew gum until your jaw hurts. Drink water until you're full. Do sit-ups until you can't breathe. Starve until your vision blurs and your knees buckle, and then continue to starve. These are my commandments. These are the rules of the game. They mustn't be broken.
What if I eat, you ask? You take that obese and bulging body of yours to the bathroom and stick your fat finger down your fat fucking throat. We don't eat.
I'm your best friend. You need to know this. I will always be here, no matter what. We will fight, but you will always come back to me. Always apologize. And I will take you back every single time, because you are so pathetic I cannot turn away. I will never leave you, and you can never leave me. I'm the voice in your head. I'm the one who praises, and the one who punishes. When you are too small for your clothes, I love you. And when you put on a pound, I can't look at you. Still, we are best friends. I am all you need.
You wont be able to sleep. Fortunately, that gives you more time to work out. It gives us more time to bond. It'll be hard at first, but you'll get used to it.
This isn't going to be easy, but it's a necessity. And lastly, remember that it is never enough. You are never good enough, never pretty enough, never miserable enough, never tired enough, never thin enough.
Keep these things in mind. Follow my rules, and you'll be fine. You'll be skinny and gorgeous. Everybody will be jealous. You will be happy. You will be untouchable. You will be the spitting image of perfection.
I am very glad you accepted me into your life. I look forward to spending every waking moment with you. Pretty soon, there won't be a 'you' and a 'me' anymore. There will be nothing but 'us,' and isn't that all you really wanted? You wanted to be skinny.

Yours Truly,
Ana

Poetry by a Pretty Girl

"Mirror Mirror"

Mirror Mirror
    On the wall
Push her down
    And watch her fall
Stick her fingers
    Down her throat
But no one really
     Needs to know.
Pain is nimble
    Hurt is quick
Burns her like a candle wick.
    Pills relax
Heart stops breaking
    Fades to black
It all stops aching
    Stolen youth
Never found
    Lost in fields
Bring in the clowns
    Cracks in the glass
Flaws shown
    Self-confidence?
No. only alone.
    Open the bottle
Close of the mind,
    Love is stupid,
Never blind
    Grab the wheel,
Take a breathe,
    Find an escape,
And catch your breath.
    Get lost in Subduction.
Get hurt by your actions.
     Find the light in your darkest of falls.
Shatter the mirror,
And expcept the truth that
Your not so perfect after all.



" When being human wasn’t enough"

I hope you’re happy.

I hope you know I did this all for you.

I hope you’re satisfie

You monster.

I hope my tears had quenched you thirst.
I hope my starving filled your hunger.
I hope my darkness led you to the light,
Of starry eyed lies of wonder.
I hope my pain had made you stronger,
I hope my screams had made you laugh.
I hope my suffering caused you happiness.
I hope my stifling gave you breathe.
But there comes a time when hope isn’t enough.
No…it was never enough for you…was it?
Always wanting more.
More,
More.
You want something I cannot give to you.
Something I will not give to you.
You can take my mind.
You can take my body.
You can have it all;
but have the decency to leave me my humanity.


"My Ten Little Friends"

If you have one good friend,
it's better than having a million bad ones.
But i say two is better than one,
And ten is netter than two!

my Ten little friends,
 my Ten tiny friends,
My Ten little friends,
on my two big hands.
Ten little friends,
will make me pretty again.

Ten little friends,
take a trip down my troat,
take a swing at a punching back and up,
all the food goes!

Ten little friends,
make me pretty again.
Ten little friends,
will never hurt me,
Ten little friends will never betray me.

Ten little friends.
will make me pretty.



all three poems writen by Hayley Michelle. Please, don't be these girls. Change the world: One blog at a time.

Hayley Michelle 14 years old, October 4th, 2011.

Pretty People: Jenna (My Brother's Keeper)

He's only little...you know?

Just a little kid. Kids are supposed to be goofy. They're designed to be innocent and fun. They don't have filters, or masks to hide behind because they’re just themselves.

My brother will always be a little kid...

In science they say that if you have less than or over 46 chromosomes you get a mutation gene...I'm not sure that is the word I’m looking for, but it really is the best way I can think of saying it.

They told my brother that in science class...told him that because he has autism that he was technically, a mutant.

But my brother Andrew didn't mind.

He didn't even blink an eye.

He just thought that that had meant that he was belonged to the X-men.

It's wrong to judge others by that...being "a mutant"...being different.

It's even worse when they judge their sister because they're brother isn't your average kid.

It's sickening...actually.

I was never popular in the first place... and it got even worse when they found out about my brother...

I remember that there was a time when I hated him...when I regret having him in my life...

I remember my brother crying when I and my mom went to pick him up from school late and screaming “I HATE YOU! YOU DON'T LOVE ME ANY MORE!!!"

I remember that no one was really there except this one kid who I knew...This one kid saw everything. And I mean everything. He just stood there, watching...intruding into my world...and then rode off as if nothing happened.

The next day people gave me these looks...I think I even heard one of them comment on how i'm "just like my brother...stupid".

But Andrew's not stupid...He's smart. And he loves to draw... And one of the things I love best about him is that he'll go out of his way to make you smile.

Life in Middle school was pretty terrible...but when I got to Junior High...everyone seemed to mature.
I don't get judged by Andrew anymore...he makes my life better.

When I have friends over, they always ask how Andrew is...

I would never ask for a better brother.

He makes my life happy, and full of smiles and laughs....He makes my life Pretty.

I’ve broken through to the other side. I'm in the pretty. I'm confident. I'm happy...You should be to. With yourself...with your family, with everyone!!! And share this with your brother..or sister...Love your siblings. They're the only ones you get. They were made just for you, so don't take them for granted.

I am a Pretty Person because of my brother.

Someday.
Everyday.

Jessicia Junqua, 14 years old. October 3, 2011.