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Sarah Lamb and Vadim Muntagirov in Raymonda - act III (Royal Ballet - 2019)
metamorphosis
At biology class taught you how some insects or animals have a process in order to grow, but what school does not teaches is that with people is the same.
Some processes are more painful than others, in my case I touch the sky for four years, thinking I can not be highest in my life, thinking that I already knew the world. Fool of me, the fall that I experience I never expect it and it is something that I do not wish on anyone. I describe that part of my life as the caterpillar.
I cannot say I’m a butterfly yet, the thing I learned is that life is never what we expect; but in order to become on what I want, I have to experience more happiness, more pain, more experiences to help me to go out of my cocoon.
Right now, I just want to enjoy my cocoon time; enjoying everything I have and the things that are about to come, I just want to live my metamorphosis by my own rules.
Hace unos días...
Hace unos días mi mente encontró una nueva manera de hacernos daño, sabemos que los cortes y cicatrices ya no son viables en está etapa porque la gente se empieza a preguntar que está mal con nosotros, a tratar de “hacernos sentir bien”, pero no se dan cuenta que muchas veces con sus palabras nos dañan más que apoyarnos, que nosotros sabemos que estamos mal pero me que nos es difícil romper el patrón que se ha establecido día con día, año tras año.
Hace unos días dejé de ingerir algunas de mis comidas, quitamos el desayuno con el pretexto de “hay me levante tarde, ya mejor lo junto con el almuerzo”, “hoy no tengo tiempo”, “al rato como algo”, la comida y la cena se quedaron, pero esta última no duro más que una semana las excusas no tardaron en aparecer “estoy cansada” “no se me antoja nada” “mejor me duermo”. Se quedó el almuerzo y poco a poco las porciones de este empezaron a disminuir, de tener un plato completo quedaron solo algunas verduras cocidas y un poco de proteína. Tristemente las excusas eran para mi, porque nadie más me ve en mi casa, sin embargo en la vida digital tengo una imagen que mantener...
Hace unos días fue a una fiesta alguien me dijo “se me antoja toda la comida que subes en tus stories” y dentro de mi pensé ‘si supiera que probablemente esa es la única comida que hice en la semana’, solo sonreí y le agradecí. Ese día bebí, comí unas cuantas frituras, baile y me fui a mi casa; al llegar a esta solo me vi en el espejo al ser que tanto odio y vomité, me levanté como si nada, seguí con mi vida, me hidrate y me seguí odiando.
Hace unos días me di cuenta que mi lista de supermercado cada vez es menor, que hay menos comida, que la mayoría de lo que compró termina podrida dentro del refrigerador. me dijeron que me ven más delgada, que me ven bastante bien y es ahí cuando me di cuenta mi depresión es más inteligente que yo...
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The girl with fake freedom.
Four walls, three pillows, two night tables and one bed. That’s her bedroom. Witnesses of her dreams, achievements and falls.
She went out, again. The room is a mess: clothes, make-up, accessories, her tools to hide the real chaos. As every night out, she will try to find something or someone to experience love, but the one thing she does not know is that for experience that, she have to love herself.
Alcohol runs through his veins, the elixir of power, everything is possible, one drink, two drinks, three drinks, she lost count. Feelings are there, freedom and fun.
At the end of the night, she lay in her bed, drop their phone on night table, hugs a pillow and the four walls protect her again.
The freedom is over, as the alcohol leaves her body, her insecurities returns.
Starting over
The last time I was here i had 20, right now I’m 22. Life happens, but my heart and my soul are still of the little girl who want to reach her dreams. She never stopped, but she got lost while growing up. Now it’s time to keep chasing our dreams...
And here go again, starting over.
I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.
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I stumbled upon this ballet mime guide the other day. It’s really neat. When I first started watching ballet, I really struggled to understand anything the dancers were “saying”. This would’ve been helpful back then.
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