1. Give it Up - Amos Lee
2. Last Request - Paolo Nutini
We tell ourselfs stories. Fictional ideas completely based on--well,
ideology. I think I'm unattractive because the media tells me what to
believe as beautiful and what to see as "wrong". No grey area, either
in or out, hot or not. No one has ever come to me and teased me about
being overweight, or pointedly made a remark about my size to my
person. Hell, I've never even heard it through the back doors of
gossip. But when I watch TV or flip through a magazine, I see that the
people used for advertisements are young, thin, tall, and stylish. And
they're happy, smiling and laughing. Surrounded by other "beautiful"
people. Bathing in materialistic ecxtasy. I never see girls who look
like me with boyfriends or guys chasing them. I see tons of "normal"
people with boy/girlfriends, but the guys I'm always around seem to
only desire the media image. The plastic girl. Who maybe as real as
anything but chooses to be what others tell her she should be. Guys
don't flirt with me. I'm not a topic of disscusion. And I feel like
shit for it. These other girls, they just get it easier. Not easy,
just easier. I always feel like I'm impossing on other people. And
when I think "that guy is not looking at me, I'm not his type" it's a
story. A slip of fiction. It's not definite fact, but these stories of
insecurity hold me back from ever verifying, from trying anyway even
if I think I'm "wrong".
BOO HOO I'M THE VICTIM
But these stories have lived in me for so long
They're true.
Non-fiction.
Undebatable truths.
And I'm gunna kill the editor.
"You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, ...You shall
not look through my eyes either, ...You shall listen to all sides and
filter them for yourself." - W.W.
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