My heart is sick of being in chains
Oct. 11th, 2002 09:41 pmWhat a bloody awful day.
I broke down and cried during rehearsal this afternoon. I promised myself I wouldn't, no matter how angry and frustrated I was because I couldn't do the dance steps, but I couldn't stop.
I felt so humiliated, like everyone was laughing and pointing at me for being so stupid.
I am just so sick of being fat and useless. Sometimes I pretend to myself I don't mind, that I enjoy looking like a roly poly hobbit lass, and it doesn't bother me that I can't wear any of the clothes I want, or even that I don't look good in the ones I have. Of COURSE it bothers me. I hate it. And I hate myself for looking the way I do.
I'm an actor. All actors, no matter how talented, get jobs based on their appearance. It's that simple. I am doomed to a life of playing servants, or if I'm lucky, comicly buxom wenches. Hurrah.
I don't even know why I do it anymore. I haven't been happy acting or singing in so long, but I don't know what else to do with my life. Somebody help me.
A woman on the train nearly sat next to me, eyed me up and down, gave me a look of great disdain, and wandered off to find another seat. As if I needed more reason to feel like a worthless human being today.
Came home to find that I have been verbally abused without my knowledge by people who don't know me, have never spoken to me, but presume to know exactly what I am like and can therefore mock me and examine my oh so obvious flaws without hesitation. Oh goodie. *sighs wearily*
The sprig of rowan I carry with me to bring luck and protect me from bad magicks is obviously not working. My legs and ankles were in excrutiating pain all day and even now I can barely walk. I got myself kicked out of the main dance routine because I couldn't pick up the steps. I am being attacked for no reason by people who know nothing about me, but have only heard about me from people whom I thought were my friends. I am home alone on a friday night with nowhere to go and no one to be with. I feel depressed, betrayed, useless and just plain miserable.
Sometimes I wonder why I even bother getting up in the morning if this is all I have to look forward to.
I broke down and cried during rehearsal this afternoon. I promised myself I wouldn't, no matter how angry and frustrated I was because I couldn't do the dance steps, but I couldn't stop.
I felt so humiliated, like everyone was laughing and pointing at me for being so stupid.
I am just so sick of being fat and useless. Sometimes I pretend to myself I don't mind, that I enjoy looking like a roly poly hobbit lass, and it doesn't bother me that I can't wear any of the clothes I want, or even that I don't look good in the ones I have. Of COURSE it bothers me. I hate it. And I hate myself for looking the way I do.
I'm an actor. All actors, no matter how talented, get jobs based on their appearance. It's that simple. I am doomed to a life of playing servants, or if I'm lucky, comicly buxom wenches. Hurrah.
I don't even know why I do it anymore. I haven't been happy acting or singing in so long, but I don't know what else to do with my life. Somebody help me.
A woman on the train nearly sat next to me, eyed me up and down, gave me a look of great disdain, and wandered off to find another seat. As if I needed more reason to feel like a worthless human being today.
Came home to find that I have been verbally abused without my knowledge by people who don't know me, have never spoken to me, but presume to know exactly what I am like and can therefore mock me and examine my oh so obvious flaws without hesitation. Oh goodie. *sighs wearily*
The sprig of rowan I carry with me to bring luck and protect me from bad magicks is obviously not working. My legs and ankles were in excrutiating pain all day and even now I can barely walk. I got myself kicked out of the main dance routine because I couldn't pick up the steps. I am being attacked for no reason by people who know nothing about me, but have only heard about me from people whom I thought were my friends. I am home alone on a friday night with nowhere to go and no one to be with. I feel depressed, betrayed, useless and just plain miserable.
Sometimes I wonder why I even bother getting up in the morning if this is all I have to look forward to.
Nevviekins
Date: 2002-10-11 02:23 pm (UTC)Still that doesn't help the career, does it? :(
It seems to me that what we need is an acting troop of real size women and put on stuff to put curves back where they belong.
Okay....
I guess I better work on being a successful writer so someone can fund this...
Re: Nevviekins
Date: 2002-10-11 02:27 pm (UTC)I think I need a time machine so I can become an artist's model in the 18th century. Big really was beautiful back then. *hugs*
Re: Nevviekins
Date: 2002-10-11 02:32 pm (UTC)Not that there aren't some guys now who love getting physical with someone who's more woman than most men can handle. ;) Hey! At least my body can fuel the hormones and really let me enjoy the experience.
Re: Nevviekins
Date: 2002-10-11 02:50 pm (UTC)Re: Nevviekins
Date: 2002-10-11 03:51 pm (UTC)Re: Nevviekins
Date: 2002-10-11 04:00 pm (UTC)Alternative community anyone?
(Must finish polishing novel and submit to agent.)
Re: Nevviekins
Date: 2002-10-11 11:05 pm (UTC)Re: Nevviekins
Date: 2002-10-12 04:36 am (UTC)We could have the best of both worlds and have hobbit holes for those who want them to boot.
Re: Nevviekins
Date: 2002-10-12 08:10 am (UTC)Re: Nevviekins
Date: 2002-10-12 08:23 am (UTC)Always nice to meet someone else who thinks big. And people wonder how I once ended up as Head of Slytherin ;)
It would be fun to bring to life. Passive solar homes, wind mills, natural waste treatments, self-purify swimming ponds, rain cisterns to supplement well water, companion and rotational planting - using Nature to her fullest.
And have a slower paced community where people create art, writing, music, dance, etc.
Just please don't call me an environmentalist - I'm a natural resource coordinator. I don't believe in forcing my lifestyle on other people and darn it! I do love chemicals. I'm not a potions master for nothing ;)
Re: Nevviekins
Date: 2002-10-12 08:53 am (UTC)...have you met the original head, the figurehead?
Re: Nevviekins
Date: 2002-10-12 12:34 pm (UTC)As for Mr. Anaconda, he seems a bit shy. Perhaps I need to make friends with him?
Re: Nevviekins
Date: 2002-10-12 04:24 pm (UTC)Alchemy ... the literal and historic are very much my area, though I adapt it to my needs. I taught for a while, but haven't since I've lived here. The general climate is more toward the new age and the dabblers, and not everyone is worthy of or ready for this knowledge. I keep it strictly historical and anecdotal for them now.
Re: Nevviekins
Date: 2002-10-12 05:48 pm (UTC)You have no idea how nice it is to meet another serious alchemy student. I don't really do much potion making except of the edible variety since I left college, but I do make one mean smoke bomb still.
Part of it is lack of time. A single mother has very little time for herself and I try to spend a lot of that on my writing. Besides, I swear that kids take brain cells from you. Even though I adore mine and really don't mind the sacrifice.
Re: Nevviekins
Date: 2002-10-12 11:04 pm (UTC)I've managed to keep mywork most discreet, except for the time a visitor drank from one of the cloudy and colored liquids sitting in the back of the refrigerator, that was interesting.
Re: Nevviekins
Date: 2002-10-13 04:46 am (UTC)I try to keep my creations on the mild side - it's a mother thing. (Not that I am ignorant of some of the more potent stuff.) But I do intend to have a workshop/lab one of these days - if only to do my soap, stained glass and ceramics.
Re: Nevviekins
Date: 2002-10-13 07:45 am (UTC)Re: Nevviekins
Date: 2002-10-13 10:35 am (UTC)People amaze me.
Re: Nevviekins
Date: 2002-10-13 10:58 am (UTC)The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door...
Date: 2002-10-11 06:25 pm (UTC)The first thing I thought when I saw your user pictures was that you looked like a Highwayman. *grins*
Re: The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door...
Date: 2002-10-11 10:46 pm (UTC)