"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.."- Antoine de Saint Exupéry

PLAY

Who told you that I forgot how to play? That’s right, I never forgot. And neither did you.

Hereby I open my own challenge. Every week on Thursday I will post a picture and invite you all, if you wish, to comment with a text of maximum 100 words – or the link to your blog containing the post and the picture.

There are no other prizes than the pure fun of writing together.

Have fun and play!😀

Ela

drag queen

They look at you, but do they ever really see who you are?

All those bitter years when they have bullied you and hit you, mutilated you and injured you, all those years have only made your inner strength grow. You do know completely who you are and what you cannot stand to be anymore. Controlled. Humiliated. Abused. Scared.

No, all that pain was enough. It is time to break free. And you are free. And you are beautiful, no matter what they say. Does your body matter so much? Or is this beauty just your soul finally shining through?

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100 words, memyselfandela – August 2013

8 responses

  1. Controlled. Humiliated. Abused. Scared. Running for shelter if someone looks at me. And desperately looking for someone who loves me. As I am. But I don’t know who or what I am. I’m sitting in my shelter, invisible, watching this people around, try to play the role of one of them, the next one, another one. So I become an actor for myself, playing my life with masks borrowed from others, carefully preventing to been seen behind my masks. Sometime its fun, sometimes pain. I like to think I’m the masks that are funny and make myself and the others smile. Maybe I’m many, I like this because this way I can be a different one for different others. Maybe this way they will like me.
    I play.

    August 1, 2013 at 19:45

    • Wow! You sure did write. Beautiful, Andre.
      Thank you for answering my invitation.🙂
      Have a blessed Sunday.

      August 4, 2013 at 16:59

  2. Driving my teenage son to a friend’s house. We both have a foul sense of humor and laugh at a lot of things even as we say ‘that’s not funny’. But you never break the edict to not ever hurt anyone’s feelings or make them feel less- I tell him, you can’t control what you find funny, but you don’t ever hurt someone. A pretty black tranny getting off the bus, obvious but lovely in a pretty skirt and heels, legs I’m jealous of. The kid nods and laughs, I say at least she’s learning, saw her in the store the other day in flesh colored leggings, and good lord NO ONE should ever wear those. She? he asks. Sure, it’s a respect thing, obviously what they want, so yeah, she. (I’m gonna go over a hundred words, damn it!) He finds this questionable. Okay, I say, you know how you don’t always feel comfortable with yourself, in your own skin, not always sure who you are? Shrugs, nods, yeah. Imagine if you woke up every single day not comfortable with your gender, feeling like you were born in completely the wrong body, and knowing that being true to yourself will be the hardest thing you’ll ever have to do. So. She.

    August 1, 2013 at 23:49

    • 🙂 You are perfectly right my dear!
      Thank you for answering my invitation to write/comment.🙂
      I am truly honored by your answer!🙂

      August 4, 2013 at 17:00

  3. I prize ambiguity; It loves to keep you guessing. This fetishist’s apprentice, reaching out for all us, ensnaring in a tangle of ambiguity, uncertainty and indecision from which there is no escape. Great!

    August 4, 2013 at 20:58

    • This picture is powerfull indeed. Beyond the fact that it would scandalize ultra-religious people, it speaks of living on the edge, of having a double life or of not being able to decide which life is the real one…
      Thank you D.

      August 4, 2013 at 21:05

  4. Are you afraid to know that they live within you? Does it shock you to feel those stirrings? To know that – even as you deny their existence – still they live and breathe? Still they need to express themselves similar to the way the “other half” of you does?
    Do you sometimes wonder why? Do you raise your fist to God, demanding to know His reasoning behind all this? Do you wish that you were “the norm,” so you wouldn’t feel like a freak?
    But you see, you are the norm. We all have feminine and masculine traits both. You can be who you are in totality. There’s no need to fear expressing your inner male.

    A touch over 100, I’d like to Play as well.

    August 5, 2013 at 15:19

    • 🙂 Well written, indeed.
      The story with the “norm” is just a story, because we are all black and white, masculine and feminine, yin and yang, good and bad… But still, the choice is ours, we can all decide who we want to be…
      Thank you for joining and you are welcome to Play always.😀

      August 5, 2013 at 16:30

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