Today
I want to sit in a window seat
overlook the Chesapeake,
wrapped in cashmere and wool,
Jean Paul Sartre in one hand,
hot cocoa in the other.

I will have none of these things,
but wanting,
wishing,
and never obtaining,
have in no way dissuaded
my desire to dream.

So you have a round face.
Your jaw is somewhat square.
Acne is never a friend.
Your complexion is uneven.
Brow too low.
No cheekbone, too much.

So your breasts are small.
Waaaaay too big.
One's higher than the other.
Yesterday you found a roll.
Your hips are too wide.
Legs too short.
No ass, baby-got-back.

So what? You're beautiful. You're absolutely fucking beautiful. Don't let anyone tell you different.

This is the message. Pass it on.

<3, Jen

Most of you know that I'm not a big fan of the meme, but if I could ever possibly start a movement, a movement that could be close enough to a meme as to support the name, then this would be it. In the spirit of getting to know yourself better, and in order to spread positivity, something so lacking these days, I give you: The Love List. I want you ALL to do this. I want you to pimp the idea to your friends. I want to see this become the next LJ trend! So help me out, hmm? -smiling- Feel free to point them back here, for the directions as follows:

This is not meant to be a 'trite' list. It's not meant to be a substitute for your favorite movies or books or fandoms. It can combine all of those things, if you truly -love- them, but the list is meant to be created with substance. It should involve not only the things that you love now, but the things you've loved since childhood, the things that have endeared themselves to you throughout your life. Things that provide structure for who you are. Try to make them as personal and relevant as possible. Really, this is the only rule.

( The Love List )

Keep adding as you find more!

Last night, after one Jäger Bomb too many, I told my husband that we're like a Spirograph. Together, we're the boldest image that forms in the center, the one that shapes itself with the heavy pressure of the pen. And that everything that rotates around it is just noise. Moving patterns, left, right, circles round and round, but in the middle, we're the defined lineation.

He laughed and told me he knew exactly what I meant, but he promised me he would remind me of my drunken comparison in the morning. He didn't need to, I remembered. I rarely forget my plastered ruminations.

Here's to finding your Spirographs in the world, if you haven't found them already.