small eyes

The Girl with Small Eyes

My mother told me a little story the other day about me.

When I was around 3 or 4 yrs old I was sitting in my rocking chair all dressed up. She came up to me, smiled and said, “Hi baby! Did you took a bath?” I would say yes to her with a big smile and my eyes would just disappear.

Since I was little I never understood why I have small eyes. Some family members have them and others don’t.  My mother doesn’t have them and neither does my father. Oh, and of course I am a hundred percent sure I’m not adopted.

The thing is that every time I smile or laugh you can’t see my eyes. Just two little lines like mom always said, plus a dimple on each side of my cheeks. Well, it never really bothered me but the more I started growing people noticed and they either think I look cute like that or just make fun of me. Yes, we are talking about adults here. It never happened when I was in school.

I have been called squinty little eyes, people ask me to open my eyes or asked if I can see when I’m laughing or smiling. There are times when I’m watching or reading something on my phone with my head hanging down people would pass by and tell me to wake up. I tell them I’ve been awake and they just simply say that they saw my eyes closed. It might not be much of a big deal but this sometimes gets me in trouble at work. I could be just writing something on a paper and my head is like that and someone would call me out. I’ll defend myself but they wouldn’t believe it.

I find it wrong for people to be doing that. It’s called “Bullying” to me. Whether you have small or big eyes, they are beautiful just like you.

Let’s do something… Starting today when you see someone with small eyes go ahead and give a nice compliment about their eyes. Don’t let them hear constant negativity about their eyes from others.

That is all, for now, my awesome people. I hope you have a lovely day or night wherever you live around this world. 🙂

J.C.


Disclaimer: The photo above is not mine nor is me. The photographer is unknown. Any photos that are mine will have a watermark.

 

Do Not Judge My Story….

Do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.

-Unknown

I’ve always like quiet people…

I’ve always liked quiet people: You never know if they’re dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world.

            -John Green, Looking For Alaska

Keep the ones…

Keep the ones that heard you when you never said a word.

                                       -Unknown 

sea grief

Grief

 

Grief is like the sea,

it gets so mad that it

wants to swallow you.

The foam is like your

salty  bitter tears and the

the waves grab you never

letting go. But most of

the time the sea makes you

sick like the pain you have

inside.

© J.C.

A Perfect Place

Perfect Place

There’s a perfect place I want to be,

where love is amazing and I feel so free.

You can see the smile upon my face

every time I’m in this place.

In this place love is so strong

that nothing can go wrong.

I can be myself and nothing more

because his affection is so pure.

This place…a special place

where his love bursts out

without any doubt.

This place I call my home,

I will always own.

In this place I will be…

In his heart is the place to be free.

 

©  J.C.

why him

Why Him?

Why is it that my world turns upside down when he talks to me. Why does everything goes wrong with just a couple of words. I become scared…I become scared of the world and people around me. Yet this feeling of loving him I cannot explain. Making a fool of myself is the last thing I want to do but he makes it possible.

Butterflies in the pit of my stomach driving me insane… No, I’m just scared! Scared is what I feel. There are no butterflies.  I can’t breathe. I’m drowning in this dark hole between love and hate for him. I can’t stop thinking about him. I can’t stop loving him. I can’t stop missing him.

 

© J.C 💘

Maybe One Day

Maybe one day if it’s possible

You will love me the same way

I’ve been loving you.

 

© J.C.

Alone In Darkness

The night falls with a silent sight,

Soulless are we. The light for

Which you pray flares once, then dies,

Swallowed by madness.  All hope

Must die.

Your love is no more. How could you

Cause such hurt? Our dark emotions

Surround us crying, we have lost

Our light.

 

© J.C.