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Human Anatomy: Discussing Our Collective Differences

Diet culture, weight loss, a societal "standard of beauty" - all things that young adults (particularly women, from a personal perspective) constantly hear about and yearn to achieve.  And it's nearly unreachable; I'm sure we're all attuned to that knowledge, but the medias seemingly never-ending badgering, size 0 female models, or toned and muscular male models are most commonly depicted.  Where is the collective of individuality?  The different body sizes: tall and short, thick and thin, hairy and not, modest and immodest? This stigma surrounding weight loss is destructive and (ironically) unhealthy, especially in the way it's looked at and discussed.  Personally, I will never look like a Victoria's Secret model, not that it's ever been a goal of mine anyway.  Nothing against them at all, but it's just unrealistic for me.  I don't mean to say that in a demeaning way at all, but rather in an honest one.  If I were to grab onto my skin and f...

If I'm Being Honest

I have some spare time today between jobs, so I thought I would whip out a little post today.  Really, it isn't spare time at all, it was time used to finally sit down and eat lunch, and should currently be used for doing my homework, but instead I'm here on my blog. And if I'm being honest, it's just because I'm tired. I mean that literally and figuratively.  I genuinely am tired, I stayed up far too late last night for a woman who knew she had to work both jobs again today, for the second day in a row.  I stayed up too late but wasn't utilizing that time doing anything productive, I was just bingeing a good show with my sister.  But I'm also tired figuratively, or emotionally if you will.  My jobs tire me out.  My responsibilities (paired with my slight inability to manage time) and procrastinating tire me out.  A summer course, that should probably take a solid semester but is instead being taught in 2 months, is already tiring me out. There h...

Live Like: You Were Dying

I cried on my way home yesterday.   Live Like You Were Dying by Tim McGraw played on the radio, and for personal reasons (which I’m sure you could all discern by the lyrics) it nearly broke my heart. I could relate it to past experiences, present ones, and probably will be able to in the future as well.   I could not tell you if my tears were caused by grief, perspective, hope, all the above, or something else entirely. All I can say for sure is that I felt it.   Every single word resonated with me. I have always believed that we hold strong relationships with the arts; be it literature, painting, sculpture, music, cinematography, etc., it is a path for human expression and growth.   Connection and understanding. I have heard Live Like You Were Dying many times before, but never the way I did last night. To begin with, this song doesn't even give us any build up, it just jumps right into the heart break.   " He said, "I was in my early 40s, ...

Time: Simultaneously Fleeting and Forever

I had recently posted on all Sarah's Inscriptions social media accounts (you can follow them in the top right corner, or find them on my Contact page) that I was recently hired into a second job and would be rather busy - in other words, too busy for regular posts.  But it has been brought to my attention, by my own mind, that the entire concept has sort of just been an excuse. In fact, I knew it was when I posted it. I have free time.  Even working 2 jobs, I have an incredible amount of free time.  You would think I would do something with it, or act grateful for it, or know how to utilize it.  But the truth is, I don't.  It's not that I couldn't actively work to figure it out - to ask friends if they wanted to hang out, to run some errands, schedule some me time, read a book (better yet, write my own), volunteer, exercise, meal prep for said jobs, literally do anything at all. Instead, I come home and I do absolutely nothing.  I watch YouTube videos...