STOP. TRUTH or DARE?
You have a bad habit of hating yourself, of picking yourself apart until you can stack your flaws 25 Empire State buildings high. You think your favourite explanation of beauty doesn’t exist yet. But it does. You just don’t know it. A Japanese philosophy called wabi-sabi says that beauty exists only in the imperfect & incomplete things.
So I dare you.
I dare you to set on fire the sandpaper you used to smooth out your rough edges when boys told you that you weren’t soft enough, to look yourself in the mirror and see your own pupils dilate, to unlearn how to shrink yourself to fit into the palm of anyone’s hand, to spoon feed yourself “I am good enoughs,” to settle down in your own skin and bones because home is where the heart is and sometimes you have to take things literally. Truth is, your heart is a better home than anyone else can give you.
And when they ask you who you gave your heart to first, I dare you to say the truth.
I dare you to say: “I am my first love.”"
-3/5 of lab 3 done
-I promise I’m not trying to make this anything more than nothing please don’t think otherwise (is this a note to self or to you or to both)
-I spent 3 hours with you and I can’t see your face
lemme tell u the story of my people son
the first beep goes off and you start off motivated and you feel like you can do this. The 20 metres feel like nothing, as you run, another beep goes forcing you to make it to the opposite side of the gym. The beeps get faster and faster as you cling for air, the children begin to drop. Slowly at first and then all at once. You just pray to god you arent the first to drop off. The beeps get faster and faster till you can take it no more. You go to the side, out of the other peoples way as their legs begin to buckle. You look over and you see the bodies of many lying limp on the floor. Some may even faint and be sent home. And that my son, is the story of the beep test.