The Bubble

I wrote this after one incredible weekend, before this semester started. Life really becomes easier when you just let go and don't worry about impressing anybody. 

The Bubble

There are so many people in the world

To meet, and for them to meet us

We grow up believing that the greatest gift

Is to love and be loved in return

And that our worth ultimately comes from that love

Of being praised and recognized

Groomed culturally and socially

Clothes-in style and up with the latest trends

Make-up without a flaw

Bodies where no rolls, cellulite, or baby fat exist

Skin and bones aren’t included either

Sexy, but not trashy

Wholesome, but not naïve

Where’s the middle ground?

People come and go

Through phases and experiences

Values shift like jenga pieces

Thoughts change

Along with the voices that rise to speak

I’ve tried to define myself with what I thought were markers

“sweet” “good girl” “mature” “can do no wrong”

All good things in hindsight

But what was the point?

Putting my identity in words that change over time

A foundation of sand instead of stone

Where a stone only reads a few words:

“Human” and “Of God”

Impressions are important

Yet there is a difference between sitting in a cubicle

And being flirty on a night out

Impressions can do a lot

But let them be a reflection of relaxation and genuine interest

Not force

Faking only works so well

You can do your damndest

But either way, you’re damned if you do

Damned if you don’t

Intention doesn’t always affect perception

People will sometimes see you how they want

Not for who you actually are

Maybe it’s best

To not give the finger to the world

But throw your head back and laugh

To not rub your differences in people’s faces

But just be

It’s only as difficult as you make it

Pop! 

photo credit: pasotraspaso via photopin cc