Sometimes I just don't have physical energy to accomplish much even though under lockdown I do have the time to complete projects. I find myself wasting time or poking around the internet after Netflix flatlines my adrenaline.

 So I downloaded Tik Tok.. After all what is the buzz all about? I see many video clips of young ladies dancing and singing , celebrating themselves which I loved. Then there was the darker side Trans or gay teens not being accepted by their family, of ladies suffering with PCOS , defending themselves for not being thin. There are many videos about bullying. People just fighting for their right to "exist".  

Sad that for the these teens that Fat and Ugly are often still synonymous. And I thought to myself I'd most likely have to add a hashtag #oldergenerationtiktok or something similar to anything I post. 

So now that I am almost out of my 40's.. there is a new one added to my bad days , gremlins filled,  low self esteem trick bag. 

 Old and Ugly. That is often synonymous to many people also.

What connects all of this nonsense?! FEAR?! Change? Lack of control? Imagined expectations. 

 While I have seasoned  my fat girl emotions. The aging thing is peeking in on me. I will be 50 in December , some will say I still have my youth ,  the younger generation will think I am ancient. I don't know where 50 leaves me honestly. I suppose it depends on how long this journey here on earth  is going to last for me this time around. I may have only one more chapter left or maybe 2.  Only time will tell. 

 But honestly no one ever knows how long we are going to be here.  Why we need to cherish every day, tell people we love them while we still can . Show our affections and share our stories to benefit others.  I plan on sharing some stories eventually , it scares me, I don't want to look foolish , I know people will judge or leave hater comments at some point but that doesn't matter if I help even one young lady.

 I suppose I'll go down my reasoning check list about aging as I did with the weight.

1. Does it make me less of a person. No.

2. Do I have less to offer others? No.

3. Is it merely opinion and or fear? Yes

 And so on. The fear of fat is fear of death ( because of the health scares and stereotypes). And Aging is just more fear , that one simply can't be attractive or healthy anymore etc. Many older folk are in great shape. And beauty is in the eye in the beholder. I see beauty everywhere not only in youth. I can see the story of someone's life in the lines of their face like natures poetry and find it glorious and elegant. I love silvery locks of hair as it glistens in the sun. 

 Most of all I love a good story! I soak in webs of words as if it were the skin lotion of the universe.  I want to go where I haven't been before through someone else's eyes. This gives it an authenticity and inspiration I could never read about otherwise. I often find others stories exhilarating. If you travelled the world or went to CBGB's back in the day tell me all about it , lets sit down for a cup of coffee for a few hours and bond. Bring it all back to life for me I'll be ever so grateful.

But true to form I am my own worst enemy .  I find myself looking in the mirror wondering how much laundry I can fit into the bags under my eyes. I pull my skin back and see the aging threatening to come to the surface, I count the scars on my chin from PCOS acne. I see wrinkles and dark circles under my eyes. My back isn't what it used to be. And I know healthcare won't ever save me.

  So as I try to adjust to my new check box of 50 years old and over .. please love yourselves . Be healthy , pinch an inch ( or not) , let the silver in your hair glow like a halo for all you have to offer the world in your gathered wisdom. And Remember we all have worth, we are all here for a specific purpose. There is NO Old and ugly or fat and ugly some bully made it all up one day. In a time of supposed political correctness the age and size isms slip under the door. Maybe it is simply because in the feared rejection they make some serious money off of these ideas selling endless products and services. Maybe it goes much deeper. Either way we ALL have something to offer. We should never feel like we have to fight criticism or ourselves to offer what we have to the world. Shake your talent booty!

I now worry about how I will even take care of myself in the future. But it is all fear based. I could get lucky and slip on a rainbow,  life is unpredictable like that. 

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 Poem by me- Cyni Poeti copyright 2020

Title: Dead Until She remembers

Diamonds of ocean waves are simply ghosts of him

Winds of horror cannot deter her

Dilapidated housing for the heart , screams no

The loyalty is true under the violent threats

His disdain is her mirror of flaws

And in the no of life

She faces the wall of self

Unwanted broken branches in the silence of apathy

In all the grief and bleeding the boredom of existence

This Is all she has under the colors of the soul

As they are mixed to mud by control

Universal umbrella of pleasing and stabbings

And in her respect

She still brushes against him in a soft whisper of humiliation and loyalty.

She witnesses his enjoyment , the flesh of others in a window of illusion

The box of apparitions sent to sea

A graveyard mocks her as she flies over the fractured clouds

This broken sun waits to melt the moon and all its glory

All the bleeding was to train her

For the importance of her emptiness

without her heart

And the wasted youth in her knowledge of doors closed

Running across the bridge of emotional beatings

Landing on the projection of mouth

She's his eternal band aid

Timeless battles secrets of broken pieces and war

A love of eternal beauty wrapped into terrors of the veins

Land under her feet , grounding her in the wind of an Empress

 #poetry #originalpoetry #poems #poets

 Looking at the one thing that you think is ruining your life will stop you from seeing the rainbow coming. Don't limit yourself. Learn from mistakes forgive people and move on. Don't cower in fear.

Most things that I was afraid of never , ever happened.

Be happy and move forward! Don't limit yourself in any way! I see a new emergence of stronger people especially ladies. Feel empowered... you are the power. Keep your motivation high.

Always remember that things change . What looks like rubbish to you now may be THE cherished pivoting moment in your memory bank in the future that drives you to the success and love you want to manifest in your life. #motivation #selflove #spirituality

 Clothing that reflects who you are and your message is very important. With PCOS it's even harder sizing issues , staining issues I am afraid to wear anything pale below the waist! and on it goes... etc. I have been putting my life together and noticed the clothes I wear have a history I no longer want to be a part of. I don't want the memories attached to them. I can't afford to replace my wardrobe but dad bought me some dresses to perk me up self esteem wise so I can shed the old fabrics that depress me. I don't want to look in the mirror and remember the last time I wore something was when someone died or how depressed and trapped I felt the last time I wore this or that. I have no one to share myself with... but it's by choice. And I am learning that self care is ok after years of giving myself the back seat and later suffering for it. Now I give myself a facial or say no when I need to.

I've never been a materialistic labels type of girl and I never will be. It's not me. Money isn't everything like the great Cyndi Lauper sings. But I do have a need to be artistic and comfortable. Even doing DIY with older garments didn't appeal to me as the fabrics would still be stuck energy in the past. I want new shiny energy that doesn't bog me down.

Luckily it's near Halloween and big sale prices. LoL . I feel more comfortable in mystical skull printed dresses than oversized stretch pants... those age me and make me feel ugly. I want the outside to reflect the inside ... let the energy flow. I love blue I love pink and purple... color always feels new to me as I always dress in black for the most part. But I need this color to shine and break out of the darkness... it's time to take on the light. I was looking inside but neglecting the outside . .. same goes for eating right and trying to be healthier which has been a wash under Covid...

But it's time to grow up yet still be me. Here's to a spring in my step as I move into feeling like myself again and not leftovers from sadness and lost wasted years.

#movingon #fashion #bbw #pcos #pcosissues #plussize #dresses #closetoverhaul #cleaning #movingupwards #awakening #growingup #comfort

 A Mermaids Cry by Cyni Poeti copyright 8 / 12/ 2020

The discomfort rises within me as black sharp waves of night

Exposed , dangerous curves of ocean

The moon casts its blanket of the unknown over the water

Surfing emotions on the darkest of angry seas

Cruelty of life has me apathetic , almost fearless in its' betrayal

Except for the knowing that is tied around me like a screaming seaweed

In my caged body of metal and wire rests a damaged heart

A barbed wire likeness of him , his face piercing my last living organ

In the wounds of wavering nightfall liquid

My veins pump the red life for the sharks.

Awaiting the door of treasures to slam in my face

Drowning under emotions I can't feel

Swallowing the little fish that I am

Choking on the silence of separation

Orca splatters against a nautical canvas

With its vermilion directionless murderous memories

#drawings #poetry #poets #artists #art #Poems #originalpoetry #cynipoeti #mermaids