Aspen Eyes

Beginning of a short story I'm writing for fun! (:
    "My family is sitting at the dining room table, on this late September night. There's my mom, dad, and my older brother. They eat happily and try to make conversation, but every once and a while they can't help but glance at the empty seat at the end of the table... my seat.
      Or at least, it was my seat, I'm not there, and I suppose I'm not really here either. Some call it Heaven. Some call it Hell. It doesn't really matter, nor do I care... But enough with that, I haven't properly introduced myself. My name is Mercy Sky and I; I am one of the dead.
      Yes you heard correctly, I'm dead, deceased, no longer living, whatever you call it. The point is I'm no longer breathing, my blood is still, and my heart no longer beats.
       I was sixteen years old when I died... when I was murdered. It was a perfect summer night. The kind of night where a young cliche couple realize they're in love, the kind of night where you look up at the stars and the world just comes together. It feels like a night of fidelity, a warm breeze ruffles your shirt and somebody is holding your hand. But not for me, fourteen months ago I was taken quite imperfectly. And beside for the fact that I'm dead, what really upsets me, is that my death was rather... lame.
       I wish I could say the murder was heroic and courageous like saving a child's life. Or better yet a romantic tragedy, where afterwards I'm avenged by my mysterious lover. Maybe as I die, I lay in his arms and we confess our undying love for each other that will continue on. But no, I was merely a girl in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
        But even if I consider my final moments lame, there is one part that I use my imagination to comfort me by saying there is a secret. A secret about witnesses who silently watched, quietly observed my heart beat to a closing. But that can wait until later..."

Happiness is Contagious

I'm just really happy right now. I just want to jump up and down for awhile to let everybody know how happy I am! Haha. (: I'm not really sure why I'm so happy, maybe it's because I just got off of work. Or maybe it's because I'm listening to One Direction and Cher Lloyd and The Fray. Maybe it's because it's because I look like crap and I don't even care! Maybe it's because I just thought today would be a better day to be happy than sad. Whatever it is, I hope it stays! :D
Ack! I'm just in the greatest mood. Mwah!! :*

Art (:

My art is more of a hobby than anything. If you like it, then I am very grateful... and if you don't, be nice about it. (:
I have more art on my other website, www.besilly-lovestrong.deviantart.com !!

Real Beauty?

    Alright, how many times have you heard in school, magazines, home, church the phrase, "Everybody is Beautiful." ? Countless times, everybody wants to support that fact. And I really do believe in it, I just can't help but wonder how many other people believe in it. Recently I read the book, 'Reviving Ophelia' it's a book about a therapist and her work with girls that struggle with how the media portrays beauty. After reading it I wanted to somehow implant it into to everybody's head so we can stop all the prejudice and willingness to be something you're not. I especially wanted the boys to see this struggle too, so they can be aware of it. Because I look around at the women who are glorified and all I see is fake.
       Don't get me wrong, models and celebrities are gorgeous and stunning and beautiful, everything that every girl seems to care about. And I admit, I'm guilty as charged. I lay in bed and imagine what I wish I could look like. I work out every little detail until I've turned myself into a Barbie Doll inside my head. And that's what I will fall asleep wishing I could look like, and beating myself up for not being pretty enough or skinny enough. I curse at my curves as I stand by my size 0 friend, while I feel bloated at size 7. Some days I fall apart and just cry and cry, because I never seem to be enough...
       But today my perspective has changed about myself (at least for a couple hours). It's a hot, muggy August day so I spent my time on the internet and reading random things, and stalking boy bands. And somehow in that journey I came across some videos about America's obsession with beauty, (I think the whole world is obsessed with beauty but this one was focused specifically on America's young women of today). Part of the video a couple of girls interviewed boys and girls about what they look for in a 'partner.' I found it odd that EVERY single one of these boys said something along the lines of, "She has to have a tight body, and had to be really good looking or else I don't think I'd even care to approach her." I was shocked, and I'll admit that I was infuriated because all of the girls said, "Boys don't care about what I'm like inside... But I care about who they are. It doesn't make sense to me."
      It was a little mind blowing. And aggravating, and it made me want to climb inside the video and yell at those boys. Nevertheless, there are really great and genuine boys out there, I don't want to discredit their sex, some boys are incredible, and sweet, and funny. But it seems that a lot of boys are the reasons girls fall into the trap of photo shopped, cookie cutter women on bill boards. And I just want to say, that I really think everyone is their own kind of beautiful. Some girls may not be so pretty on the face, or skinny around the waste, but I really believe that if you are true to yourself that beauty will come outwards, and make a difference. (:
         That's not to say, that you can't have makeup on and do you hair, and that kind of stuff, just don't let yourself believe that's the only way that you can be happy.