Family
After Baby Stretch Marks Make the Most Beautiful Tattoo
How great a privilege is yours to carry this proof of giving birth. I am determined to be naughty, to tease you, and put in a passion, so you don't give a second to fruitless lamentations about lost smoothness and vanished firmness. Your looks, as they are, are precious. Forget all negative expressions, voicing none. You should not regret the aftereffects, which helped you become a Mother.
By Olya Aman5 years ago in Confessions
Why Mom you didn't teach me..??
For The last few years I have been very interested in people, and I pay close attention to passersby when I go out and walk. It always makes me happy to see children learn from their parents. A child with big eyes and curiosity, watching his mother's actions and words, is a powerful visual aid. It touches me today in ways that have never been seen before. Now that I am older and more determined than ever to examine my habits, I realize how important those moments are in building a child's life.
By prashant sapkota5 years ago in Confessions
The eternal feeling of grief, the pain that sticks
"carbs carbs carbs" my mother taunted as I was cooking my grilled cheese. Every time she walked upstairs from her at home 9-5 job, I was in the kitchen just waiting for her to say something, to take the things that made me happy and just crush them in her palm, to laugh at me and say that i'm just being sensitive.
By Nastasiya Simms5 years ago in Confessions
The Secret Deletion
My oldest brother is a complete asshole. No, seriously, he earns that opinion yet again every time I have to see him. He is seriously one of the most profoundly horrible human beings I’ve ever met in my life — I always envied other little girls who had nice brothers who played with them.
By Deborah Moran5 years ago in Confessions
DON'T GO THERE
Don’t Go There, The Elephant Between Them As a boy of six, Jackie was teased, taunted, and traumatized by his older sister; the apple of her daddies’ eye, his “princess”. From the boy’s perspective, Daddies’ little angel was no angel. One day, after egregious levels of terrorizing her little brother, the boy snapped. In desperation, he picked up his sisters’ favorite doll by its leg and threw it at her. The porcelain head of the doll (more specifically its nose) clipped her forehead, drawing blood. The girl screamed bloody murder and ran to Mommy. Just wait ‘til your father gets home young man. That was the first and last time Jack spanked his boy, emphasizing with the phrase, “Real men don’t hit girls, ever!”
By David Zinke aka ZINK5 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom,
It would be easier to write about how you have been there for me, which in and of itself is something to be proud of. It is not a guarantee that any parent will care for and love you for all your life, so thank you. It would be easier to write how you took me to the hospital when I ate something that my immune system was unfortunately unprepared for, or how you comforted me when I was struggling with my mental health, or how you opened your home to me when I needed it. It would also be easier to omit the painful truths. How home was filled with empty alcohol bottles which was why I declined your offer, or how I saw that you ignored the scars on my wrists for weeks until you were emotionally prepared to deal with them, or how I remember every hospital trip as an endless lecture of responsibility and sacrifice.
By Erin Borst5 years ago in Confessions
My Avril Lavigne Days
My Avril Lavigne Days Though I was a Whitney Houston Fan and loved toning my vocals on all her songs, I pretty much grew up dreaming that Avril Lavigne was solely born to write and sing my theme songs ("Complicated" Avril Lavigne). It was like the Universe knew exactly when to play the right song of hers. The Universe played her songs every time when something happened to me, either when I was rejected, heartbroken, or in a complicated situation, or was just being plain stupid; no exaggeration, well maybe just a little.
By Leslie Darling Bini5 years ago in Confessions
My life story
In all my life I have never talked about myself in a positive way because I was always afraid that no one would like or love me in a way that I needed to be loved. In my childhood which I have no memory of except when I hear things from my mom what I did when I was a blue eyed with curly blond hair as a little girl. The next thing I knew my mom and dad got divorced, never saw my dad again in person and well my mom had met someone else to help her raise us four kids.
By Jo-Ann Therrien5 years ago in Confessions
His New Friend
Since I was three months old, my parents haven’t been together. I don’t know why dad left, nor will mum tell the truth. I know my family is big, bigger than people realize. Dad was kicked out of home for getting Mum pregnant, they both lost their jobs, Dad found his way to Nan-Nan and Pop-Pop; who took Dad in; and Dad stayed with them for years.
By Stephanie Hall5 years ago in Confessions
