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As I sat in my chair waiting for the movie to begin, I imagined I’d hear about Carrie’s latest writing, about Miranda’s achievements in her job, about Samantha’s latest jackpot client and something exciting about Charlotte, the ever-so annoying, judgmental, bitch she’s become. I received a movie with for women whining about marriage, sex and children. About three minutes total focused on their careers. We hear nothing of what Carrie writes, Samantha just worries about menopause while in her office, and Miranda is the only one who mentions a bit more of her career. It was a let down to see how these strong women had become brats. Carrie is constantly whining because she wants to have the life of a teenager, going out constantly, while she is a forty year old wife. Miranda is this cheerful worry free person we have never seen, although it wasn’t too bad. Samantha is sex and menopause driven now, and cares crap about her career which we hear nothing about. Charlotte is delusional, as usual, and very annoying, judging everyone else while her life is being torn apart because of her horrible parenting skill which have made her raise a brat named Rose.

I wish I could see a movie where women don’t turn stupid once in love. You can be a women, and be a wife/girlfriend. Relationships do not consume the individual.

Do these people have any idea what it’s like to be fat? To be the one who can’t “fit in between” other people in a seat? To be the one who needs others to make space for? Have they gone shopping for a dress for a formal and gotten bad looks from the sales lady that clearly say: “Nothing here will ever help you, nothing ever will” or “You won’t fit in our styles”? It’s frustrating. They haven’t been called a ball or any other stupid fat term, they haven’t had to run away from the color white and they have had to say “no” to beach and pool parties simply to avoid being looked at. Their worst problem? Oh wow, their clothes aren’t tight. How awful. Or maybe, their clothes are too short. Most of, the girls at least, them wear short clothes anyway. Then, it’s fabulous to try to get into jeans and find they don’t fit you anymore. Finding out you can’t shop in the same places you used to. Trying to find clothes that don’t make you look like a pig. It’s ridiculous that they compare being too fat with being too skinny. The anorexic joke, fine. How about the pig jokes, cow jokes, every other kind there is. So there, at least to ME: NEVER complain of being too skinny.

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Dear boy; I love you now and I’ll love you always but when it comes to my heart, you know I’m delicate. I’m holding on as I have been for months and I’m channeling all the strength in me into this. Don’t lose me but most importantly, don’t lose us for, honestly, what we have is not common. We are common people, many will forget us, many won’t; but together, we are a miracle. Together, we are not common. We are unforgettable. We are eternal. We are love. Don’t let this go, because most people spend their whole lives looking for a love like this and we have it.

“Solo hay una manera de ser feliz y es dejando de preocuparse por todo aquello que esta fuera de nuestro control” -Epicteto

If you want to take a chance with someone you have to let go of anything else that keeps to attached to other things. It’s a simple really, think of it this way…can you hold someone’s hand if you’re using it to grab someone else’s at the same time? no,you cannot hold it properly. with love, it’s that way as well. you can’t give yourself completely if you’re still holding on to a past love, to what could have been…to what might be with someone else. To take a risk you have to give in or give up, completely. There are no happy-mediums. You can’t take a risk half-way because you wouldn’t be risking anything at all, right? But we’re so selfish…so scared of being left with nothing that we settle with half-emotions just so we don’t risk losing everything. We’re ok with being almost-happy, or kind-of in love…because we’re scared of letting everything else go and give our everything for this one thing we’re trying to pull off. and there we go…we hold on to every little thing and give only pieces of ourselves; incomplete, unwilling pieces. there are risks i haven’t taken and risks i’ll never take. there will always be ‘what would’ve been if i…’. ultimately all i want to remind myself and anyone who reads this is to try to make those “what would have been”s” as least as possible. try to risk it all when it feels worth it…follow your instinct. you truly never know how amazing it might be…

“it was an improbable romance…”