Diary of a Fat Girl

Love this. Seems like I get in a flow...nature brings a show...prose ensues...feels like I've really figured something out! Look at me, I say all puffily to myself...then it's like in Ghostbusters when the streams cross. Crazy energy...I feel broken again. But you've got it right! That whole abrasive, running into and up against the discomfort.
Makes sense. Once again you toss me some clarity!
Oh...and congrats on the laundry too...You DID that! I so get it!
Shout out to the grumpy old coot too. He kinda acted like the gritty crappy in a face mask. Afterward scrubbing and ringing my face feels a bit fresher. LOL Thus the grit served its purpose. And...like the grit...it can return to the drain to wherever it is that drains take stuff.

Great post! I love your poem way more than I love the old man hassling for just for taking up space.

Wow, just wow, that Pascal quote, so true.

I know what you mean about struggling with the 'weakness' of anger. I too am learning that it's a balance and that anger can be righteous.

Inhibition runs deep though.

Astonishing the ways in which life IS art.

Better than fiction. Better than poetry. Rich, so rich.

Thank you!!!

I had to chip in. I love this blog post. I love the fact that you stood up for yourself and told the old grumpy a piece of your mind. For many, this might not seem very important but I totally get it. The freeing feeling of finally verbalizing your true feelings instead of swallowing them and letting THEM eat you. Well done girl! Your officially my inspiration for the day!