I don’t know if I can write in just to pump someone else up, but I want to try. So. Once upon a time: I became friends with this sensitive, nerdy and all around awesome girl named Annie in the amazing, quick blooming fashion of like-minded internet addicts. We traded messages rapid-fire, spamming each other with epic walls of text, covering every topic under the sun, as well as lots of emotional keyboard pounding. We were both agonizingly self conscious and low ego’d people, and we found refuge in the implicit understanding of all the horrible weight that comes with knowing how easy it is to love other people, and how impossible it was to mirror back onto ourselves.
Sadly, in another common fad of high school friends and online messaging, we just as suddenly and randomly stopped talking as we had started and fell out of touch for a number of years.
Later, with the ever-present magic of the internet, she found my tumblr and we began trading messages as excitedly as before. Following her, I saw how much she had grown into a even more awesome creative lady and how, even years later we could slip so easily back into all the worries, interests, and hopes we still had in common. I had been reblogging redefiningbodyimage, a magical piece of tumblr I had found through the thoughtful and provocative story from misspixnmix (also a gem I highly suggest for anyone), and suddenly saw stories popping up on her blog as well.
I was beyond proud seeing more self-love circle around the web, and even more so when I saw Annie write and submit her own. I know we only just got back in contact, and I know it isn’t my doing, or my fight, but I feel the incredible need to gloat, to tell everyone that these connections do just appear sometimes at the exact right moment, and these positive thoughts do have a real, powerful, momentum.
Someone I knew, found a new way of thinking and shared it with the world. It really, actually, happened.
I’m more pleased than punch, I want to holler and yell and throw her a body-love parade, with me frantically playing every instrument. Sometimes, the world does tie people together, sometimes the message does come at the exact right time. It’s a long road, but with her, with this blog, and with all these wonderful resources on tumblr, maybe we can both learn to love our bodies as perfectly as they were made.
TLDR; You go, girl.
And I’m so with you.
Godddd you are all so wonderful I can’t even handle it.
I relate to this in so many ways. This bit particularly stuck to me:
“we found refuge in the implicit understanding of all the horrible weight that comes with knowing how easy it is to love other people, and how impossible it was to mirror back onto ourselves.”
It’s something I’m having the hardest time with right now. I can’t even articulate the shit that’s going on in my life, a lot has transpired in the past day, but that is always the root of my struggle - loving all others before myself.
<3 Haley Cue