Story for Media Writing - August 31

It was a bright and sunny day, and like every sunny day, Titty Boy and Freaky parlayed at the park. They would go to the park to partake in herbal medication, a past time passed down through both of their bloodlines.

Titty Boy and Freaky had their usual spot - a secluded rock formation that was hidden from any security cameras in the park or buildings surrounding the park. As the years have passed, Titty Boy grew tired of this past time in their family. He developed a strong dislike for the herbal medication and started a newer tradition - harder and stronger medications.

"What is up with you and these snacks," Freaky asked? "I'm getting worried about you - worried about your cholesterol."

"I can't stop," said Titty, "The way I feel when I eat the Kit Kat - it just makes me sooo happy."

"But what are you gonna do now that you can't get them in Winchester."

"Well, I guess we go on a road trip."

The duo pile up a weeks worth of munchies, 2 suitcases, a blow up mattress, and a german shepherd Titty stole from the park, into Freaky's Cobalt and headed to California. Because it was a bloodline tradition, Titty and Freaky participated in herbal medication on the road, but this time Kevin snuck some she-she in the medicine.

Titty Boy and Freaky drove across the country, avoiding any interstate to see everything that the United States has to offer. The she-she turned out to be a better alternative to the herbal medication that Titty Boy had not altered. Titty Boy, Freaky, and Kevin made it to California and made it big as rappers known as the Remy Boys, who continue to partake in herbal medications while creating new alternatives to the original family style.

Equality for All! (And the Controversy that Comes With It)

I've been reading so many positive posts about the Supreme Court's decision yesterday morning, which I was fortunate enough to witness and feel the waves of emotion from people who can finally call their partner house spouses (thanks Tumblr!). I am so happy about that! As a straight woman, I have friends who are lesbian, gay, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, etc. and I support them all. But with the "good"(good being my opinion and others that I agree with) posts, comes the "bad"... (Bad being opinions different from mine.)

I don't care what religion/political party you are... Yes, you DO have freedom of religion and the right to a differing opinion. Maybe Christianity (and other religions?) goes against same-sex marriage according to the bible (Which, in case we all forgot, was written by man, not Jesus Christ.). But, mind you, the Supreme Court did NOT decide to force churches into marrying same-sex couples against their will. Churches still have the power to deny same-sex couples from getting married in their respective churches. They did, however, make it illegal for states to deny any same-sex couple a *state-issued* marriage license. That license has nothing to do with any church or any specific person other than the people getting the license.

The Supreme Court, I believe, made a right decision toward true progression in the United States of America. Marriage has millions of definitions, good and bad. (Emmy what are you talking about?!) Okay, hear me out. Or read me out. Anyway, almost EVERYONE wants to get married someday. Marriage to me means staying with my first husband until the day I or he dies, and having a best friend bond and still bang him every night(sorry family reading this!). Some people want to marry so they can finally have sex (Go virgins waiting until marriage!) with their one and only partner and have that spiritual bond. Some people want to marry because the woman is pregnant. Or families force a young woman to marry an older man as part of a culture. There are so many reasons as to why people get married. (Wanted) Marriage is such a beautiful connection with someone you love with your whole heart. I admit that I have taken the privilege of getting married for granted. When I was introduced to the marriage equality fight, I wholeheartedly agreed to fight for it. Why should you let a religion or mere book written thousands of years ago tell you that two people can't get married today?

I find this very confusing as a quasi-Christian myself. I went to Christian schools(pre.k-12) all of my life up to college, and even my college is affiliated with a denomination of Christianity. To some extent, I am religious. But I haven't been to church since my high school baccalaureate ceremony. Regardless, I am merely explaining that I can see both sides, just without much remembrance of the bible.

I have read many people getting angry at others for their opinions. That's not what I'm trying to do here! I'm not writing this to bash the people who didn't want the Supreme Court to rule the way they did. I would really like people who are against same-sex marriage, or MARRIAGE, to really read this. I just have so many questions. Why shouldn't two people get married if they love each other? I understand not getting married in a church because of conflicting religious beliefs, but obtaining a marriage license shouldn't be allowed either?

So I respect all negative opinions, but if you're against marriage between two loving human beings, stick with what gender you're attracted to, ignore what just happened at the Supreme Court, and go on with your life. Don't ruin someone's else's happiness of being able to marry their soulmate. If you have differing opinions than I, please read these words and really think about what you're preaching when you say that marriage between two people of the same gender is bad. This world should and NEEDS be filled with more love than hate. #LOVEWINS



PHOTO CREDIT: Me

Self-Image

I'd like to start off my blog post by pointing out every flaw I have:

- Muffin top
- Psoriasis on my scalp (not dandruff, BIG difference), elbows and knee
- Fat all over - stomach, inner thighs, back, chin, etc.
- Blackheads GALORE
- Hairy arms and legs
- Random black hairs that grow below my chin
- Flat butt
- Loud voice
- Bad at math
- Weak
- Size 22

There are more, but I can't think of anything else. Now, I want to point out every perfection I have:

- Loving heart
- Caring soul
- Beautiful green eyes
- Nice breasts (Hey, it's true!)
- Sexy legs
- Luscious hair
- Writing skills are on point
- Drawing is a forte
- Great at driving (This one is for you men who think otherwise)
- Straight teeth (Thank you braces)
- Healthy
- Opinionated and not afraid to tell it
- Cute feet
- Nice eyebrows
- Makeup skills are also on point
- Morals that practically make me a nun

So now that I've pointed out the good and the bad, what outweighs the other? The good. Just like everything in life, good overcomes bad. You see it everywhere, whether it be in a superhero movie, or through a real-life decision. I was going to make a lighter and more fun blog post, but I was feeling very upset with my body tonight, and after venting to my best friend Lis about it, she sparked something in me. She told me that God sees each and every one of us human beings as perfect, and I realized that not only God sees me as perfect, my future husband does.

Do you think he will care about those random hairs that grow below my chin? No.
Do you think he will care about the fact that I have a loud voice? No.
Do you think he will care about the fact that I have a flat butt? No.
Do you think he will care about my muffin top? No.
Do you think he will care about the psoriasis on those target areas? No.
Do you think he will care about my hairy arms and legs? No.
Do you think he will care about the massive amount of blackheads I have? No.
Do you think he will care about the fact that I can't do math to save my life? No.
Do you think he will care about the fact that I have fat all over my body? No.
Do you think he will care about the fact that I am weak? No.
and Do you think he will care about the fact that I am a size 22? NO. NO. NO.

If I know anything about my future husband, its that he loves me for me. He loves my curvy body. He loves my hypnotizing green eyes, my hair, my feet, my hands, my arms, my legs, my heart, my soul, EVERYTHING.

Now I want to go back to my size. This is the first time I have EVER told anyone my size. I used to be ashamed of it. I used to wish I never gained my weight. Society's norm of skinny girls decked out with over-sized wings, a bra and panties are what guys see. I used to think I would NEVER make friends, never feel loved, etc.

But I'm here to tell you that I love my body. This self-image I have is special to me, and I wouldn't have it any other way. When ever someone asks me, "Emmy Jo, if you could go back in time, what would you change about yourself?" And the first thing that always comes to my mind is my weight. But I end up saying that I would change nothing, because this weight made me who I am today: my spunky, golden-hearted, fun-loving, mother hen self. And I am so proud of myself.

Self-image, even in the size 2 girls, is so important. If you're too skinny, it's unattractive. If you're too fat, it's unattractive. If you have a bit of a pudgy stomach, it's unattractive. If you have small breasts, it's unattractive.

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WHAT IS SOCIETY DOING TO EVERYONE'S MINDS?!

The world needs a wake-up call. Every girl is so beautiful, and every guy is so handsome. Self-image needs to be promoted more positively than pointing out every flaw a girl has.

Pass it on! Let others know that they are beautiful/handsome! Because even though this post doesn't go into this detail, men have self-image issues, too. Show 'em some love! <3



To my future husband : You're handsome. You're perfect. You're everything I ever wanted. THANK YOU for being you.

To my girl friends: You are all SO beautiful. Don't doubt it, don't deny it. You are beautiful.

To my guy friends : You are extremely handsome. Your future wife will be happy to love you!

To my mom and sister : You're both SO beautiful, and I'll try to listen more often.

To my best friend Lis: Shut up, you're stunning. Thanks for inspiring this post. ;)

XOXO

Emmy Jo

The Hardships of Being Overweight

Everyone has an opinion on obesity and being overweight, and as if fat people didn't hear it from themselves, they hear it from family, friends, strangers, and acquaintances. This is my take on being overweight.

Let me put this disclaimer out NOW that I KNOW that only I can change my body and can go to the gym.

Starting when I was very young, I was very quiet. I had no friends, was teased relentlessly, and home life wasn't any better. As I got older, I grew in more ways than one; My heart grew walls to protect me from the pain I felt for years, My brain grew in knowledge to not let those words get to me, and reluctantly, my body grew bigger in size.

The sad thing about the human race is that no matter how confident and happy you are with who YOU are, something that someone says can completely turn your viewpoint around. It shouldn't, but it does. For years, I remember being happy with having my few friends, and the teasing had ended (at least the brutality of it did), but my parents would say if I didn't stop eating or drinking certain things, I'd turn out to be a whale. That crucial moment in my life where I needed that support system, that LOVE, was nearly destroyed.

I relied on my best friends, and still do for that matter, to stay happy. There were so many moments in my heart and mind that I asked myself 'Why should I even be alive?'. Then I thought of the consequences, from my family to my friends. Besides, I'm terrified of hurting myself, so that definitely helped(sad humor: check.).

Even though I rely on my best friends for support, they don't truly understand. I can explain EVERYTHING that hurts my heart and makes me feel the way I do, but they aren't overweight. Quite frankly, my best friends are the most handsome and gorgeous people I know. But they won't understand. A hug might make the pain go away for a little bit, but it always stays there.

I put my heart and soul into things that make me feel beautiful. Makeup, as most of you know, I completely love. I love putting it on and applying colorful eyeshadows to make my eyes pop so it distracts someone from what's underneath my clothes. I wear slimming clothes, to give that illusion that I'm not as fat as I actually am. I cheer others up, and become that shoulder to cry on, because I don't want others ever experiencing the pain I felt.

Some of you may be wondering, WHERE DID THIS COME FROM EMMY OH MY GOSH THIS ISN'T YOU?!?! Sadly, I've hid this from most of you. I never liked being a burden or getting pity, because there's always that ONE person who says 'Get off of your butt and lose weight!'. It's ironic, because since nearly none of my friends understand how it feels to be overweight, they don't understand how HARD it is. I've tried multiple times, and I am in the process of trying again, don't you worry.

These hardships I've had on my heart have made me stronger and so much more happy, ironically. But like today, I have days when I just want to cut all the fat off of my body, and feel truly beautiful in the eyes of everyone.

My family is oddly the least supportive out of everyone I know. I'm always teased by my sister, and my weight is ALWAYS mentioned at least once a day by my mom. My dad is the only one quiet about it; and if he wasn't, I would be moving out.

Recently, I got Tinder. Not to meet anyone, but just to see who I match with(I promise!). The men in Winchester/NoVA that I matched with were very sweet, and never said anything rude to me. Meanwhile, in Hampton Roads, I've received two rude messages (so far): "Emmy. More like Shamu" and "How long does it take for you to break a chair you sit in".

It's funny, when people say 'Why don't you go to the gym' or 'Only you can change yourself', but they're the same people who make people like me cower in a corner terrified to go to the gym because of judgmental eyes. I am terrified of going to the gym because of the pure fact that people will stare. I'm terrified of eating right because of what people are probably thinking. I'm terrified of eating wrong because I'm sure the waiter/waitress will be silently saying in their head "She should have gotten a salad". I'm terrified to buy food at the store because of what other shoppers might think. I'm afraid to eat around people I don't know that well because I'm afraid I'll be judged.

I love my body because NO ONE ELSE DOES. I love me for me because most people DON'T. I love everything about myself, hoping and praying someone will see that and love me too.

I'm not saying that I'm not loved. Because I am. But most girls and guys can understand when I say I want to be loved by a SIGNIFICANT OTHER. To feel as if someone wants me romantically. My self-esteem decreases every day because I feel so ugly and unwanted by men.

Even JOBS and EMPLOYERS judge someone by how they look. When I started looking for jobs last summer, I remember my mom telling me that employers might not hire me because I'm fat. Society has tainted everyone's hearts, including mine.

I know for a fact that I can change myself and my body. I have the motivation possible for it. But it's more than that. I am terrified of losing weight because I don't want my heart to change. I don't want to become a conceded girl because I lost all of my weight. It sounds completely stupid, but I'm terrified I'll lose everyone I love because of becoming skinnier.

This post might seem stupid or totally unlike me, but I sure feel better now that people know what it's like being Emmy. I'm not that smiling girl you always see. Sure, I have real smiles, real laughs, but I definitely faked most of them throughout high school. A little in college, but I'm learning to accept myself. Everyone needs to learn to accept themselves and others, and to treat others like they would like to be treated.

Thanks for reading, if you read this long blog! I appreciate it.

As Kandee Johnson says, "Huge hugs from my heart to yours!", and as Charles and Alli Trippy say, "Toodles!"

XOXO

Emmy Jo