Look into your Heart...a lesson learned from a classic movie.

Soooo...I've had my iPad for over 6 months now and I'm just realizing everything it can do.  I recently watched Sparkle through Netflix on my iPad.  Sparkle was one of my favorite movies, growing up.  I used to watch it with my favorite person in the world, my Aunt Brenda (better known as B-Love).  When she passed away, I continued the tradition every now and then. 

This particular time, though, I was watching it and was struck by the love story between Sparkle and Stix.  In particular, I actually sat down and listened to the words of the song, Look into Your Heart. 

If you look into your heart
With a positive mind
Take self inventory, your woman and your glory
Leave the bad things behind

Wow...how profound.  Love.  It.  I don't know about you, but I'm inspired.

A thought...

“There is something frightful in the way in which not only characteristic qualities, but particular manifestations of them, are repeated from generation to generation.”
       -- Oliver Wendell Holmes

I saw this quote and immediately thought of Never Scared.  I’m deep in edits right now, but life kind of gets in the way.  What I think I know, I don’t.  And what I think I don’t know, I do. 

Never Scared, at its core, is about a generational struggle:  a struggle to turn away from a legacy of crime, murder, and mayhem.  Parents should be cautious of negative qualities that could be passed on to our children.  It could be something as simple as how you see your glass:  is it half empty or half full?  Or it could be something as complicated as how you view your relationships with men/women.  Either way, it’s something to be aware of as we go through our daily lives.

Are you going to eat all that? Confessions from a BFF.

There are a couple of questions that really irk me.  As I was writing in my journal, I realized I had a lot of bitterness inside for the questions that really make me want to hurl.  And being a full figured gal, there were a plenty.  One thing that I hate is when people question my food choices.  I already know I’m plus sized.  I don’t need to look in the mirror to get a reality check because I see myself every day.  I see every imperfection to the nth power.  I don’t need others to point that stuff out.  What I definitely don’t need, when I sit down to eat, is that dreaded question:  “Are you going to eat all that?”

The answer is, “YES.  I’m going to eat this whole cheeseburger with all the fixings and the steak fries because I paid for it and I WANT it.”  It’s better than stopping off at McDonalds before a Lady’s Night (which is supposed to be a night to relax and splurge) to make up for the bird eating for display purposes only.  I shouldn’t have to answer that question.  If I was 5’7”, 150 pounds, no one would even ask.  So, why are they asking me?  No one asks the group drunk if they are going to drink that 6^th Long Island.

There is only one thing worse than eating with the food police.  When I go out to eat, which is not that often anymore, I want to be able to enjoy a meal.  Perish the thought that I, for once, don’t care how many calories are in a meal.  There comes a time when I’ll want dessert and not have to share it with the whole table in a quest to appear less Miss Piggy-ish.  It’s time out for that.  Really.