It's Getting Kinda Heavy
I can't help but think that my chronic disappointment and negativity toward myself and life in general is the result of my upbringing. How many times can you come up short before you bow you head and agree with the universe that you just suck!? I sometimes can't help but think that maybe the "FAIL" that I often times feel as an adult has been ever so painfully branded into my DNA since childhood. The very fiber of my being is coated with the heavy, thick, syrup of self doubt and feelings of inadequacy. The shit is heavy and sticky and it constantly weighs me down. As a young child I thought with excitement , "someday I'll be a singer or a movie star or an elegant ballerina princess!" The world was full of endless possibility and I was told I could be anything I wanted to be. That my friend is a lie! I'm short, and fat, and I can only dance when I'm loaded and it's nothing worthy of admission to Juilliard. I can "WANT" to be an as...