I believe that people who use food as a crutch and a coping mechanism, aren't that different from those who use drugs, alcohol and sex to numb themselves. You can just tell by looking at us what our vice is.
Chocolate covered almonds are my kryptonite, blogging is my therapy.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Sadly, I have always identified with the lyrics of this song.
Thankfully, as time goes by, they ring less and less true for me. Guiltily, I can admit to occasionally setting my self-worth and confidence down, and forgetting where I put them for awhile.
Happily I can say that I am getting much better at finding them these days. Lyrically, the last two lines are the key.
Oh these little rejections how they add up quickly
One small sideways look and I feel so ungood
Somewhere along the way I think I gave you the power to make
Me feel the way I thought only my father could
I can feel so unsexy for someone so beautiful
So unloved for someone so fine
I can feel so boring for someone so interesting
So ignorant for someone of sound mind
Oh these little protections how they fail to serve me
One forgotten phone call and I'm deflated
Oh these little defenses how they fail to comfort me
Your hand pulling away and I'm devastated
When will you stop leaving baby?
When will I stop deserting baby?
When will I start staying with myself?
Oh these little projections how they keep springing from me
I jump my ship as I take it personally
Oh these little rejections how they disappear quickly