What You Don't Know About Autophilia

  I don't enjoy feeling like I'm better than everyone else. I didn't ask to be this way. There's no switch that I can flip to turn my conceit on or off. It's not something that anyone who has would wish upon their worst enemy. I struggle every day to do better, but all that anyone sees is what I'm not doing. I'm not this way because I want to be. I'm not doing it for attention, or trying to use it as an excuse. It's not an act, it's not a joke, it's a disease. Billions of Americans are forced to hide their condition each day, out of fear of being labeled, and the ignorance of society. We try to act like we're just ok, but we're not. Most people think it's a delusion,  or an over exaggeration, but it's real, and not enough people care. Conceited people shouldn't have to be ashamed of who they are. They need support and encouragement just like anyone else with an illness. Maybe before you judge someone feeling superior, you should remind yourself of your own flaws. You're not perfect. I don't want to be perfect either. I'm better than that. I deserve to be honest about who I am, and what I've overcome. No one deserves to be embarrassed for the gifts that god gave them. I want to be treated like a normal human being. I might have a disease, but that won't stop me from loving myself. I'm not afraid to post this, even though most of you won't understand. Share this on your newsfeed if you believe that no one should have to hide behind a mask of humility. "Like" if you stand up for those who are seen as less than they really are. Read this aloud if you would help someone see their own reflection in your eyes. Let's make this viral, and show anyone who's feeling singled out right now that they are not alone! I'm asking everyone to do this, I know only my real friends will..


http://princessgarbageface.blogspot.com/2015/06/the-clam-scam.html

Transcendent Threads

  I look to the sky, and cry tears of joy for the ever changing seasons, and abundance of life. I weep at the bees and bears and bushes, and brush the hair from my eyes as I heave at the climax of earthly blessings. I wake every morning to find myself so inspired, so captured as a prisoner of knowledge and perception, so seduced by the embrace of unconditional spiritual connection, so gifted with so many gifts, with so much beauty, that it would be a crime to keep what I see a secret, to hide such wonders from the world.

  I'm not just another pretty face, poetry is what's in my soul. The soul is any person's most valuable possession, but I'm giving you mine for free, because it's what I'm intended to do. I wrote this on a day that I was feeling down, because even the best of us need a nudge in the right direction now and then. I don't read poetry, but I hope it helps you find what you're looking for. It's a literal piece of myself entitled, "Shine", and it goes a little something like this.. 

Kicking in my curlers

I've been itching like a squirrel

Fur is ripping through my stockings

I'm as curvy as a fox

My locks are rolled up snug for smiling

'Cause I know that love's what style means

If I grow another armpit

I will stroke and comb and farm it

Into yarn for all the vagrants

Because karma calls my name with

Every follicle god gives me

I'm a polished, privileged grizzly

I'm not bothered by what bugs me

Pop my collar when I'm fuzzy

I got props from all the weave-heads

At the Stop and Shop I frequent

I leave trends in every isle

Spreading friendship is my style

Represent if you're a pleasure

Every second is a treasure

I won't spend it dressing better

I invented my own sweater

I can shed it at my leisure

I'm a sexy sweaty creature

Blessed with every yeti detail

I regret it's not in retail

It's a craze that's going viral

If you're gansta', show a smile!

http://princessgarbageface.blogspot.com/2015/01/a-thing.html