The one with the boobs.

I recently found out that I was the ridicule of a certain click in the fifth grade because I jogged in gym class different. I jogged in such a way that my arms were bent and stuck to the sides of chest, thus improvising a bra for myself. I was laughed at in secret my people who for some reason gave me weird smirk everytime I'd say hi to them, even in high school. They weren't the queen bee types, but there was a bit of pretentiousness there. But one of them was the first to realize that I was "really nice."

So, in the fifth grade, I was one with the boobs.

Sadly, I grew into them. But not to an extent where one has to complain.

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While it's one thing to do stuff or give stuff to people you love, it's another thing to give stuff to people you don't know.

On my way to an audition I was reluctant to go to because of a fever fluke, a child needs not to beckon for the can of pork and beans I intend to eat for lunch. I hand it to him, and he neither says thank you, nor does he smile. I don't know what that means, or if it's supposed to mean anything at all. But should it be allowed that a kid go hungry and cry himself into his afternoon and never wake because of hunger?

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When you hold fast, you hold on to a promise as if your very life depends on it because you know it's yours. It's a fight to hold a promise down, to pin it to the ground, to not let it go. It's yours and you know it. You deserve it and it belongs to you. You can't afford to let go of that promise in spite of what people say, nor can you afford to give in to what other people think.

What people say about what you believe in or where you put your faith in is a reaction to to what they perceive as your own world, which is something that can't be argued against. What you believe in is unique to you and to you alone. This is what makes believers peculiar. In spite of the world, and in spite of the realities that limit the possible, you who hold on to your promise know better because there is more to God than a reality that is dictated by blinding boundaries.

Wow. I may just be a woman full of spite.

God speed to those who pursue their dreams with heartfelt joy but get let down for some reason.