A lesson learned.

There is a moment right before every wrong choice I have made when I realized what a bad choice I was making. In all those moments, I knew that what I was doing would not benefit me. But yet, I did it anyways. Why? Because of a temporary moment of weakness that I have given into cookie after cookie. If I can get past that period of struggle, then will I have finally learned this lesson?

The moments of weakness.

What makes the difference? The choices we make in a moment of weakness... When do we truly LEARN a lesson? Is it when it is no longer a weakness? Or all the little, but hard choices we make from day to day that
prove we have grown.

"I have learned that you always stick with you're partner. Especially during a fire." - Fireproof

Every Pound...

It's funny to think that the only real thing standing in front of me and complete happiness is myself. Like my issue with my weight. I have fed myself every pound... is it possible that the craving and the obsession is all in my head? I have the opportunity to be as great and beautiful as I choose. It's all up to me. Maybe that's what makes it so scary. The fact that we can't blame our failures on anything or anyone. We will all reap what we sow.

The Girl Holding The Sword

There comes moments in our lives when you lay in your bed and wonder if things will ever get better. Its easy to blame the world for what happens to us, but we should all know. The hardest challenge we will ever over come is ourselves.

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In his arms <\3

It's only late at night when the stars paint the sky and you pretend you're not alone that the sadness settles in your heart and keeps you tossing and turning. It's then that you wish there was someone to fill the empty space next to you. Maybe in their arms, everything would seem bearable.

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And he Slept his dream.

In the night, the stormy might, she closed her eyes and dreamed of paradise.

-Coldplay

A strangers secret.

There is this website called 6billionsecrets.com that people write their secrets on. Most of what people write are bad or sad secrets of things that happened to them, or things they are going through. Every time I go to the movies and see all the strangers, I wonder if it was their secret I read.

It gets better.

It's easy to forget things. One moment you are inspired and ready to face your challenges, and the next you find yourself back in the same old rut. How do we forgot our reasons to be strong so easily?

I hear beautiful words in my head. Ways to explain how how the smell of rain fills me with hope. Or the despair of falling to the tile in tears as the scale goes up five more pounds. The sting in my eyes when I remember him. Hope, despair, love.... I once heard that it gets better. I want, with all of my tears to see that happen. I want to carry with me the certainty in it all. So when I lose myself in the sad songs, I will be reminded, and I will believe.