The Art of Perfection; My Own Jagged Little Hell

While I agree with the sentiment that the only place that anyone can truly fit in is inside their head, I also know that today, I haven't a chance in hell of fitting into the burning inferno that is my own brain.1

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I used to have no sympathy for those teenage girls that practiced the religion of self-hate.  I had a good self-image, and knew that I was someone who everyone thought was pretty cool.3

Things change very quickly.  Now when I look in the mirror, all I see is flaws.  I know there are good things, but I can't seem to remember what they are right now.  I fit into a size 1, but then why do I just see miles of fat when I look in the mirror?  I know who I am, but I am not sure how to present that self to the world.  A few months ago, I was loving the all-American high school experience.  Now I am wondering if I can just skip the whole charade and perhaps apply to college at fourteen.4

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  • June 27, 2004
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    excellent

    really great write i enjoyed reading it .
    i can tell you work hard on this write and you did well!
    excellent work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • Night Hope
    June 27, 2004
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    Please see my poem, "Light of a Thousand Dreams"; it addresses what you've written here...& let me tell you from experience, dear Poet...14 ain't easy (that's when I started writing poetry, thank God!)...& ALL TRUEST BEAUTY has a flaw somewhere within...from the greatest "irritations" comes a rare & beautiful pearl...look deeper; you'll see, it's within YOU, too!...be well...swan

  • Pessimistic Optimism
    June 16, 2004
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    this has almost a diary like quality to it, when reading. i found the opening lines of particular interest, an concept that before reading this had not crossed my mind and i look forward to the continuation of this story to see how that idea is developed.
    xo Pessimistic Optimism