The scars scratch across my wrists, they stretch over my thighs, the scars over my heart though are the easiest to see. Funny, deep, painful. This is me.
10/6/10
WARNING: DEEP POST!
It's early. Too early. I'm sitting in my religion class, praying for the bell. I don't know why we have to take this stupid class... It's not a big deal or required in colledge. I would know. I made sure to research it. I found that unless you're planning on going to bible colledge or majoring in religion or something of the sort THEN and only then would you need this class. I go to a private school that likes to focus on gender idenity as laid out by the Bible. So I began to think; Why would we focus on this? Why can't we just be who we want to be? I have several friends that are girls and would perfer to be a boy, and know too many boys to count who wish they were girls. So why do we have to know what the gender we were born with is sterotyped to do? Women are sterotyped into cooking, cleaning, having and raising children; but I don't want that. I don't want to be a stay home mom with three kids a white picket fence, 2 dogs, and a husband with no flaws. I want adversity. I want to work. I want to help my husband (or wife. Whatever what happens, happens right?) save the money for our kids colledge. I want to show the world that this tiny southern girl can handle it. That I don't need anyone to protect me. I'm a big girl now. But I'm not rushing a head of my life. I have school to focus on, my art, my social life, my sport, and the thing that makes my world go round? my Wesley. It's three weeks today, and some people say I'm moving too fast. But he makes my day. I don't think I've ever smiled this much. Thanks hun. You're amazing.
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