Wednesday, November 30, 2011

never easy

Forgiveness is never easy. Bitterness is easy, Hatred is easy. But forgiveness, that is a tough one. Sometimes people say things they don't mean or do things they can't take back. Sometimes we do things we can't take back. Bitterness and hatred are a lot easier than forgiving, but we should forgive, we really should. Because when we are bitter and have hatred we aren't sad. We don't cry or feel the heartache, so sometimes people want to stay mad and bitter for as long as they can, but we shouldn't. We really shouldn't. We need to forgive, forgive because it really frees you, it allows you to heal. Even if you feel used by a friend or upset with a boy. We need to forgive, so I’m working on this.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

welcomingly news.


I forget how welcoming God is.

last night on my drive back to San Diego I heard the end of a radio show where some man was talking about prayer, and he talked about how God wants to hear our honesty and our true thoughts.

He doesn't want us to say little fake "good things" or to pretend like we think or feel something we don't.

what matters to God is for us to take His word literally, coming to Him with our needs, pouring ourselves out to Him, because He can help us. He wants to help us.
He knows we aren't exactly golden children, but we never were, and now that we are His, we are His.


I don't know, maybe it's just me. but realizing that God welcomes me really changes the way I think about it.

It's like Hercules.

Hercules is our dog; he's is actually my brother's dog, so he doesn't adore me that much, but he is kind of "eh. whatever." most of the time.

but, when I welcome Hercules, and talk to him in a sweet voice and tell him he's handsome and rub his head, then he loves me.

because I loved him first.

as soon as he realizes that I'm welcoming to him, he just wants to be my best friend!


that's what I do when I realize God welcomes me.
it's like, "WHAH??"
I only want to talk to Him. and do what He wants me to do.
because He loves me, unconditionally and welcomingly

Monday, November 28, 2011

for my little sister and all the brokenhearted

Just hold on sissy, you will be fine. We will all be alright. It may feel so awful and like there is no light but I promise hold on the feeling is not permanent. It is fleeting and you will be happy again.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

because no one enjoys reading about happiness

It doesn't feel weird to be without him anymore. Sometimes I feel terrible, sometimes fantastic, but it doesn't depend on him anymore. I haven't thought about him in awhile and I thought I was finally over it completely. But as you can see, I think about him. But still... no.

I think about the person he was when I still had the energy to love him and he had yet to crush us. When he hadn't become this person who I couldn't recognize. I don't like to think about who he is today. I don't miss the one he probably is now. I don't miss who he wanted to be or become.

Sweet him is missing. Gorgeous him. Handsome him. Annoying him. Restless him. Easily embarrassed him. Cuddly him. Morning moody him. Giggling him. Loving him. Real him! Everything he was, with all the negative and annoying behavior he brought with him.

On the inside, he never was something negative. I don't know whom he gave the right to change his personality, but it never really fit with the person I loved so sincerely. He changed shape, in some way. Became somebody else from time to time. Someone I didn't love at all.

I was so sick of him. And of me. Maybe mostly of me. I disliked us so much in the end. Everything was so hard. Only a few things were beautiful. Most things were just so darn ugly. And me! Angry, mad, cranky, sad, hurt, sarcastic, mean. I was everything that I'm not. And full of despair. So terribly full of despair, like I'd never been before.

For years, my home was in his arms. But now I'm finding, I love my life. Yes, I actually do. Despite everything. And can you believe it - I love my life even though he's not here with me!

I confess that I occasionally use to feel like I was dying when I realized that I gave him all my heart and that we are not together. I can never deny that he was my other half, my perfect match (at a point in my life). Neither can I deny that he's missing.

I nevertheless think that I now finally, finally, finally have reached the point where I want to leave every piece of him behind. I want to move on completely. I want to go on with my life. I want to look out ahead without seeing him everywhere, all the time.

It took more time then I thought and it's weird because I always think "Oh i'm so over it" but are you ever really "over" giving someone your whole heart?

I want to move on now. And that's what's important. So I will move on. But I just need him to know that I hold a place for him- that is filled with pain and love and forgiveness. I know my words will likely fall on deaf ears, but if I had the choice between wishing on a star and doing nothing, I’d take the star every time and hope that you might find my letter here and read it with an open heart. I'm sorry for hurting you the way I did, I'm sorry for being reckless with your heart. I forgive you for hurting me and for not knowing that you did. I wish you the best H. As of today i cant and therefore wont like you or even miss you. I'm promising this to us both. Neither of us can afford the emotional turmoil it put us through nor do I want it. As I walk away though just know this. You will always be my first love. Darling, whatever happens in the future, whether a repeat of that painfully past or something as equally beautiful and new, you will be forever engraved in my heart. It was yours first. Our story may have happened to others, but sweetheart, believe me it was one of a kind. Hand painted by two people who were scared, and nervous, and utterly not ready for the roller coaster it was. Maybe if the timing had been different...maybe if we were different... Maybe we'll never know.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

swatch of fabric

However much they make you cringe, the selves of the past, the memories you look on and think “Oh. My. God." or "What. Was. I. Thinking." were things you had to go through and they took you down the strange path that influenced your future. Being home and remembering all those awful memories made me realize youthfulness is a time when all the rules have to be defined for ourselves and that takes a lot of mis-stepping and trying on of different personalities. Those past experiences, though sometimes painful, are what give us powers of understanding that we wouldn’t have otherwise. And though I don’t think we should all get on a desk in an important meeting and belt out our secrets to everyone a cappella, I think every part of us should be kept and embraced as a swatch of our fabric. A super colorful one that we can look on with acceptance and even embrace and say "It. Helped. Me. Grow."

Friday, November 25, 2011

it was good

I fell in love with this quote, it was in our kitchen on the bulletin board, it just seemed so true and it made me think about my break and being home. I have been a studying psycho, I thought of my Thanksgiving break as a chance to "get ahead" on school work so that finals wouldn't leave me super sleep deprived. When I was asked to go for a walk my response was, let's take a quick run instead, when Matthew asked me to play 'Chutes and Ladders' I tried cheating to make him win and speed the game up (he caught me). When I was asked to help bake I took my notes into the kitchen. Yesterday while everyone was playing board games I was in my room writing a paper. Okay okay just writing this is hurting my heart. The point is, this morning as I was making some pumpkin spice coffee I looked at our kitchen board and read this, I took a picture to remind myself what is important. And it's those times that you sit and laugh and play and be with the ones you love because they feel right. I need these reminders. I want to be reminded that life is short and that the reason I am here is to love and eat and cook and say that it was good.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

everything, little thing.

I am thankful.
For my kind good hearted mama
For my baby girl Jeidy whom I adore
For my funny silly smart nephew
For my wise fast running brother
For my two beautiful sisters
For my wonderful chef of a grandma
For my slightly annoying grandpa
For my aunt and all her hard work
For my cousins and their cleverness
For my home and its smell
For my puppy and his fur
For my wonderful friends near and far who have helped me grow
For the children at the orphanage and that lovely place
For being 21 and wine
For the color pink
For glittery things all over my room
For pumpkin muffins and pie.
And most of all, for God's unconditional strong captivating love for me.
Yes. I am thankful for my happy life.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

spectacular flames

Some people dream of slowly walking away in silence as something spectacular goes up in flames behind them. Like the number one thriller that everyone dreams could be their life. And here I am to say...I watched someone walk that walk, while the flames simply engulfed me. I wasn’t ready to burn or be burned. No one knew to save me, except the one that lit the fire. And it’s magnificent from your view, but what about me. I’m too solid to be destroyed but God, that hurt, that hurt me more and more. And now even being home over a year later, I can’t find a place that isn’t marked with his “perfection”. I can’t find a clean place in the wreckage to rebuild new memories. When something like our drama happens in a small town the lies and gossip never really disappear. I heard them today as I walked into that place, where we went hundreds of times. They whispered and smirked with their lies and fake smiles. I hate that. The fakers. But what I came to find was this, when the smoke clears God is there. He was there through the flames and the smoke- I just couldn’t see Him. And so I let them talk, I smiled politely and I walked away because I realized that he was wrong. I am telling you that he will not ever find a heart that can withstand his flame. No heart can hold on this tight when all odds are pulling the other side. And so I walked away realizing I was walking away in silence as you went up in flames and I'm not looking back.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

there's no place like home (click, click)

Homesick and thankful for Thanksgiving break and family and turkey and pumpkin pie!
Can't wait to be home tonight. I miss my mom.

Monday, November 21, 2011

our very best

everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself. – Leo Tolstoy


sometimes it’s hard to remember, but it’s true we’re all doing our very best. we’re all living to get through the day, and we’re trying to be happy, and not to feel our hearts break, and sometimes we may be cruel and lash out. but perhaps it’s only because of the mess that’s going on upstairs. we all go a little mad sometimes, we’re only human. but really, sometimes we do these things that hurt others, and we didn’t mean to do so, we were only trying not to get hurt ourselves; lashing out in self defense.

you could spend your whole life blaming others for past wrongs and indiscretions. or, you could live your whole life remembering that deep down, we’re all trying, and we all have eager hearts, and you can forgive and you can forgive. sometimes forgetting is difficult, but we can forgive, oh yes. i promise, WE ARE ALL TRYING TO DO OUR BEST

Thursday, November 17, 2011

act on

With that being said, I NEED to stop looking back and start moving on.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

i just like it

I like blogging, sometimes I just have an idea for a recipe, or a thought I want to write about, or some picture that needs to be out there for people to see.
but I'm also really insecure about it, too.

"should I talk more about christian things? 
do I sound narcissistic? 
am I narcissistic? 
is it really obvious that I don't have a normal drama free life right now? 
is this a stupid thing to say? 
do people who know me in person get on here and think I'm lame? 
should I be more this or that? 
should I talk less? 
more pictures? 
do I say "I" way too much (ever since the princess diaries, this has worried me)"



I started out thinking I would just post a few pictures every now and then with some famous quotes and bible verses, you know a simple blogger. 
but then it happened that I enjoyed writing my thoughts and then I enjoyed sharing challenges I have overcome and sharing my faith.
so what does that make me?

A blogger? I don’t think my blogs as great as bloggers

I'm far from a recipe blogger.


a photography blogger? please. I don't know anything about photography.


certainly not a writer- only in my dreams.

so....? I just do what I do, I guess.
just like what I like.
for now.
it'll probably change in two weeks or so, and either way I don't know how things should look or should sound or should be...it's just my preferences.

I guess I like blogging so much because I can take the things I enjoy and make them pretty, fun, interesting, helpful, whatever. and people stop in and give their feedback, and then I look at their site and love it and comment and start following them...it's just fun. I just like it. And I guess there really isn’t a point to this, just that I am random, which most of you must already know. But I like blogging- it helps me get through the day, and I hope you like reading.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

A prayer.

Gracious God,

I sit still in your presence holding each prayer before you asking that you might hear my prayers. Help. heal. direct. forgive. comfort. strengthen. embrace. assure. transform.

I sit still in your presence holding my life before you asking that I might hear you as I pray. I sit still in your presence itching to move and do, asking that you might help me stay put. I breath out my impatience and ask that you might heal deeper and wider those places in me and around me that need your touch. I breath out my arrogance and ask that you might direct my path and help me to have listening ears to hear you speak. I breathe out my insistence and ask for a deeper trust in the slow work of you God.

Come Holy Spirit, Come Lord Jesus, Come God our creator ---for I your child is sitting still. AMEN

Thursday, November 10, 2011

too gruesome!

Holly Golightly: Thursday! It can't be! It's too gruesome!

Paul Varjak: What's so gruesome about Thursday?

Holly Golightly: Nothing, except I can never remember when it's coming up.

(Love it!)

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Lolita effect

I read this really really good book, The Lolita Effect, by Gigi Durham. It was the kind of book that changes your way of thinking, changes the way you see yourself and others. It was that kind of good. So good I had to blog on it. In the intensely researched exploration of the media’s exploitation of girls, Gigi Durham exposes the links between destructive teenage self-image and the very popular, negative representations of girls in all forms of media. She explains and examines the five core myths that girls are told to believe through the media, calling them The Lolita Effect. The book focuses on how detrimental demeaning girls can affect our youth and Durham advocates for children’s rights and social justice and provides ways in which we can fight and challenge these myths that media has us believing as truths.

Media has more of an effect on young girls than we often believe. Douglas Kellner writes, “Radio, television, film, and the other products of media culture provide materials out of which we forge our very identities, or sense of selfhood; our notion of what it means to be male or female; our sense of class, of ethnicity and race, of nationality, of sexuality, of ‘us’ and ‘them.’ Media images help shape our view of the world and our deepest values: what we consider good or bad, positive or negative, moral or evil. Media stories provide the symbols, myths, and resources through which we constitute a common culture.” This quote is proof of just how effective media can be and how we live in a media- saturated environment that provides us with fallacies and myths we buy into allowing them to function powerfully in our lives.

The first myth is the translation of girls’ sexuality into the visual metaphors of sex work. It focuses on the idea of hotness; mainly the hotness girls can and should portray in order to be seen as attractive. This idea focuses completely on their image and physical appearance, focusing no attention on the girl as a whole person. The clearest message to girls from almost all forms of media is that being hot is a social imperative, and to be hot requires a specific set of prescribed attributes.

Durham says that the second myth of The Lolita Effect is that every girl’s body should look like Barbie. It is having the anatomy of a sex God. But did you know that Barbie’s body is not even found in nature? If it were she would be 5’9, weighing 110 lbs. Her breasts would be 36 inches, her waist 18, and her hips 33- these measurements would make her unable to menstruate, completely unhealthy, even too disproportionate to stand up without tumbling over. This myth has us trying to obtain these unrealistic impossible goals. The media and advertisement work together in trying to sell us all types of expensive products and surgeries that we think will make us look like Barbie, and they earn millions of dollars by having us attempting this unattainable goal.. Media myths of sexuality are linked to body types that are not only unrealistic and unhealthy but also clearly radicalized. Because of this we have young girls starving themselves, throwing up after consuming meals, and living completely unhealthy lives trying to get the anatomy of a sex goddess, when she isn’t real.

The third myth is that the younger you are the sexier and better. It is this idea that female sexuality is the province of youth. The worst part of the Lolita effect is the truth that Durham so profoundly shows in her book, this myth has become so true to our world today that we have begun accepting it as truth. This was one of the saddest chapters to read of this book because it is so evident, the idea that youth equals beauty is what leads to child prostitution and child abuse. Movies like Pretty Baby and Taxi Driver about young girls characterized as sexual beings is absolutely horrifying. And we, the society have accepted it and allowed it. What media regrets to inform us about is the tremendous pain and emotional wreckage that come from children’s lives that have been seen as sex toys. This myth causes little girls to epitomize a patriarchal society’s ideal of compliment, docile society which is so detrimental.

Since when is violence sexy? Since when are slasher films victimizing girl’s sexuality, why do music videos focus on discriminating against girls, and since when is it okay to rape girls on video games? These are the kind of entertainment that adolescents have in front of them. The most shocking was the video game Grand Theft Auto series, “in which players have the opportunity to rape, beat, and murder prostitutes.” In one description of the game, “You can pick up a hooker, take her into the woods, have sex with her many times, then let her out of the car. Then you can shoot her, pull over, beat her with a bat, then you can get into the car and run her over.” The premise of these games, movies, and music videos is that sexy female bodies, and male arousal, are connected to violence. There is strong evident research that has shown kids who engage in these types of games and watch slasher films were both more hostile and more likely to be involved in a physical fight increasing their aggression. Violence against girls is neither edgy nor subversive, and it is vital to recognize that media-generated sexual violence against girls highlights and perpetuates a well-established system of brutalization. Durham’s explanation about the media’s focus on violence has made my understanding of how influential the media can be and how we need to teach and raise awareness to adolescents so clear.

The fifth myth was is this idea of traditional heterosexuality. The myth casts girls in roles that are geared to fulfilling male fantasies and playing obsessive attention to male needs. This myth was a little more controversial than the others, mainly because it brings up the truths of homosexuality and freedom of choice, and as a Christian we often do not accept this way of thinking and agree with this type of lifestyle. But I think it is important here to realize the myth also excludes the notion of a mutual, reciprocal, and equitable heterosexual relationship. The fifth myth does not acknowledge that boys have responsibilities towards girls as well, such as being caring, respectful and sensitive to girls and recognizing their needs. As advocates for young girls we can and should openly discuss the sexist, rigid, and intolerant messages found in the media and then teach them to take charge of their own lives.

A perfect description of the Lolita effect is this “if you’ve got it, flaunt it- but don’t dare flaunt it unless you have the anatomy of a sex goddess; the younger you are, the better; make sure you’re flaunting it so boys like it; and if you spice it up with a soupcon of violence, so much the better.” When this idea of perfection and pleasing the boys is all over our media and is the main focus for girls’ in our culture today how can we be proactive and make a difference? The fact is this, girls know that media manipulates us into holding them to impossible standards of beauty but they still hold themselves to these unattainable standards. Therefore we must use boys as advocates as well and make girls believe that beauty is not only skin deep, that there is so much more to them than their hair and makeup, that they are beautiful even without Barbie’s “perfect figure” and that their minds are even more important than their looks. Educating girls in media literacy can encourage the development of critical instincts and help them gain mastery over the spectacle of the Lolita effect.

Reading, The Lolita Effect has been completely influential to my life. I have never read a book that has been so impacting, and I promise I have read many books. It has always been my goal to help make all girls know that they are confident and beautiful. I finally realized that someone will always be prettier, skinner, and richer, and that if I accept that my life will be easier. But what really helped create my confidence was realizing that God himself hand-crafted me in my mother’s womb and that I am beautiful and special just the way I am along with every other girl striving for perfection. As cliché as that may sound, it is remarkably true. Durham’s book just reestablished this truth that the media lies and that no matter how much money you spend or exercise you do or surgeries you have it is impossible to ever reach their idea of perfect. I am so much more conscious now of the shows I watch, the music I listen to, and the lies I read due to my new knowledge of this Lolita effect.

Gigi Durham did an outstanding job at challenging the objectification of girls and challenging the media’s myths. Read this book, it’s awesome. And life changing. And please remember: “How beautiful you are my darling. Oh how beautiful.” Song of Solomon 1:15

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

daddy's advice

I have this dilemma, it isn’t really one that is super important, in a month or two it probably won’t even matter but at the moment it seems like a pretty big deal. I called my dad, normally when I am in a pickle I call my mama- she tells me exactly what to do, and I do it. No questions asked. She is a pretty smart lady and gives the best advice, but today I called my daddy. He’s a pretty good advice giver as well. He holds me accountable and tells me to make wise decisions. Ones that I will be proud to tell people about. So when I told him about my two chooses, explaining how I felt about everything and how confused I was as to what was the smart choice, or even the right choice, he said this: "Hillary, flip a coin, when you are faced with two choices, simply toss a coin. It works. Not because it settles the question for you, but because in that brief moment when the coin is in the air, you suddenly know what you're hoping for. Flip a coin, and then focus on what you're hoping for, and do that. You will make the right choice." I took out a quarter and flipped it. And you know what? I knew what I hoped for, what I wanted it to be, what I needed it to be. When you're faced with two choices, just flip a coin, and don't focus so much on what the coin reads, instead focus on what you hope for it to be and choose that.

Monday, November 7, 2011

you know what they say...

what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
I had a perfect fun weekend, hope you all did too!

Friday, November 4, 2011

details to come

Loyal beautiful readers, I realize that my blogs for the past while have been filled with quotes and pictures and no thoughts or details, and for that, I am truly sorry. This week, this life, has been a series of ups and downs and I am just trying to stay afloat with school, boys (old and new), work, familia, and my lovely little Jeidy. Promise to start doing more thinking. But as for this weekend, I’m off to Vegas to shine my glitter with some of my favorite girls as we keep on celebrating my Golden year. Wish me luck!

And P.s.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

breathing in a new mentality or a few

1.My theory is this, if you look confident you can pull off anything. Even if you have no clue what you're doing.

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3. From this point on i will always tell myself to never take it seriously, if i never take it seriously i never get hurt, and if i never get hurt i’ll always have fun.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

so beautiful

Ida Scott Taylor once wrote: "Do not look back and grieve over the past, for it is gone; and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful that it will be worth remembering."

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

new month


I want to be beautiful, make you stand in awe, look inside my heart, and be amazed
I want to hear you say who I am is quite enough
Just want to be worthy of love and beautiful