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Blessed to be Canadian

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In Africa a frail women balances a clay pot on her head, carrying cloudy water to her four children so they can have a drink of water to fill their grumbling bellies.

In Iraq a small boy is cowering behind his rusted shack, covering his ears in a weak attempt to block out the screaming and the roar of bombs that terrorizes his home village.

In China a teenage girl gags on the toxic air, forced to wear a mask just to breathe and walk down the overcrowded streets.

In Mexico a toddler plays with a broken bottle he found on the beach, among the heaps of trash washed up onto the shore.

In India a nine year old girl is sold by her family into slavery so they could pay for their son’s education.

Yet in Canada I get up and drink a big glass of water from my well.

In Canada I’ve only watched action movies with the explosions of guns and bombs.

In Canada I walk outside in the morning surrounded by pines and maple trees and inhale the crisp air.

In Canada I put out my garbage every Thursday morning so it can disappear when the truck comes.

In Canada I have my own education where an unlimited world of knowledge awaits me.

I’ve been blessed to live in Canada, a paradise too many take for granted.

Flat Chested

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Flat Chested

I’m scowling at the mirror, turning my body and puffing out my chest, there, I think as get the right angle I want.

The angle that my boobs look bigger.

Sorry, ‘breast’ is the proper term for it. Personally, I don’t care what you call it, I’m really lacking in it. Always have to be perfectly honest; my illness that hit me at 13, just the beginning of my puberty, took my potential curves and breasts away. So now, I’m 15, tall, slender and…. flat. I’m a ‘B’ cup with push-up padding.

And then much to my dismay, me chastising myself for my lack-of-breasts, society decides that that isn’t enough. Then want big-breasted, big-hips and impossibly toned waist, which quite frankly, nobody can do! Actually, a lot of girls are flat chested, yet sadly, that thought doesn’t sit well with me. It’s funny how a lot of girls with straight hair want curly hair, how girls with curly hair want straight hair, or how girls with big boobs want small ones, and vice versa. We all want something different- or what we don’t have.

I won’t deny it, I’ve goggled how to ‘make my breasts bigger’, and if you ever do or already have (shout out to all the people who have right here) then you’ll now know that drinking lots of milk and massaging them will make them bigger. Well, if that were true, I should be a size DD by now.

When I pray, I actually think please, God, I don’t want huge boobs, just at least a good B or C, that’s all I want. Pathetic? I know. *sigh* the problems of a teenage girl. My purpose of me writing this was to show you, we all have our insecurities, and have you guess it? Being flat-chested is mine. And I know I’m fifteen years old; I have time to grow, right? Yeah well, hallelujah if that day comes.

Better go have another glass of milk. 😉