isn't it messed up, how i'm just dying to be her?

i don't know if it has to do with the fact that i am still somewhat sick, or if i'm just drained and tired from my first week back into the work force (albeit temporarily), or just merely the fact that when i look into the mirror, i cringe, but i feel so horrifically ugly. that flourescent light above my mirror just illuminates the ripples of cellulite forming across my arms and legs. the 2nd chin is once again appearing. tis the season for photography at creative angles and cleavage shots. to convince someone, somewhere, that i'm pretty. but i'm not. i know this to be true. i see the truth everyday. i can try and fight it, but i shall never, ever win.

i see so many beautiful, brilliant stars (people) in the sky (world) that is ours (yours), and i seethe. i want to know why i have been denied the ability to shine like that. why do some sparkle eternally, attracting adoration and love, inspiring myths and legends for the ages? why are some songs forever classic, making the heart swell and emotions crescendo until fortissimo is reached, and everyone is left in awe: bravo.

i am the descrescendo; fading. the flash-in-the-pan, one-hit-wonder, pop-phenom until the next neurotic craze comes along. i am the "US Weekly" from 7 weeks ago still on one of the tables in the waiting room at the doctor's office. as much as i wish to be the timeless beauty, i know that i can only be the weakened (weekend?) crush.

31 years in the making.

the saga continues...


posted by: less-than3

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8:35 p.m.
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