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Sunday, February 9, 2014

Personal

Today I was thinking deeply around the subject of WEIGHT. I couldn't stop thinking about how much of an impact it has on our society, our views of what perfect are and how we want ourselves to be. I remember my first encounters with food, I was only a little one when I had my first sun dried tomatoe- my mom and dad didn't believe in baby food so they decided to feed me like a mini adult and considering my dad was a French chef... that meant Mini Gourmet too. I used to sneak into the kitchen late at night in my little puppy slippers and grab a piece of bread and some brie cheese from the fridge. I loved food from the start... and thats the truth.
To be honest for the first 10 years of my life it didn't matter to me at all- I was so happy being fat, I ate what I wanted and was happy. But as soon as miraculously I lost all my puppy fat, I started caring and comparing- caring about what I looked like and what size my jeans were and comparing myself to girls all over; on the tv, on the cover of the magazines, to my friends, to girls I saw in the street. And with this came sadness when I wasn't like my comparisons and a feeling of unworthiness when I gained a few kilos. How terrible is that? have you thought about that?! that we are labeled, judged and in desire of our bodies size. But you know what- thats not going to change, its how our society has ended up being. I care, you care, MOST care. I hope it'll change one day because there are people non like the people that are naturally skinny who can't lose weight quickly, don't want to lose weight at all or who have difficulties within their bodies that designable them from doing so. But, I don't think it will. 

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

7 Billion Possible Soul-Mates

Hi! 
This is the first time I've written in months. 

But I'm going to re-grab you with a simple, few-lined story...
The other night I was out for friends for dinner at the Bombay Bicycle Club (if you haven't tried it, go!) and as I was looming outside waiting for my friend to pick me up as I was leaving I overheard (something I've realised I'm very good at) a conversation being had at an outside table nearby. 

"You're wrong... you can't just state at the age of 22 that the world is fucked up"
"Sure I can, I've lived 22 whole years in it- I think thats enough time to realise the status of things" (she laughed) 

I mean... how could something like that NOT draw you? so I, Zoe, being the nosy shit that I am took a few steps closer to the table, smiled and gave my opinion (whilst apologising to be a nosy shit). This ended up being a 15 minute laughing session/heated debate-
with total strangers? I left that night (whilst driving home in a taxi as my lift had left) feeling (as cliché
 as this may sound) absolutely enriched and wished we could have continued talking for another few hours. 

Anyways, what this amongst many of my pointless mini-stories made me think of is how many billions of people there are in this world that I haven't met and how frustrated that makes me. We each have our own individual opinions, aesthetic exteriors and emotional and academic knowledge and usually only get the chance to share them an immensely limited amount of people. 

Personally I've decided to pretend its not weird for me in the future to go up to random people speaking about topics that interest me. I think that way I'll feel like I'm defying the terrible fact that our friend/romantic soul mates are all around us, and far and we aren't interacting.

READ THIS
Its daily pictures and their captions are so wonderful (sometimes humorous or sweet, sometimes heart-wrenching and sometimes just interesting as hell). 

https://www.facebook.com/humansofnewyork

I'll be writing again soon. 

x Zo