Blogust 2019: The Series, Throwback Thursdays

Day 8: 25-Year-Old Liz Reacting to Old Poetry I Wrote… Again.

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Dear, guys – welcome back to Letters From Liz!

During last year’s Blogust, I reacted to an old poem that I wrote back in 2012, and I found it both fascinated and embarrassed to look back at the travesty that was my work.

Guess who’s back to do it again!

The poem that I’m reacting to this time around was a shitty one nevertheless entitled, “Charm Bracelet”. It wasn’t that great back then if we’re going to be honest here – but I wanted to share this one because I feel like a lot of the things said in here I thought were true, and reading it back, you could clearly see that I wasn’t my own mascot during these times. The references to killing myself in all of my poetry back then were just read as being an “angsty teen”, but man, I truly did forget just how much of a bad place I was in while writing this poetry. Maybe that’s why I don’t write it anymore? 

Anyway, “Charm Bracelet” is a metaphor for the labels and qualities you carry around with you in life. I guess my teenage self thought that I was always wearing my labels on me like different charms of a bracelet, while everyone was seeing it. Anyway, here’s this very interesting poem:

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Blogust 2019: The Series

Day 7: We Aren’t Complaining, We Are Self-Aware.

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Dear, guys – welcome back to Letters From Liz!

Being in our twenties, we are still trying to figure out our place in the world and what it ultimately means to be ourselves. While some people figure those things out faster than others, it’s still such an important milestone to discover when you are living in your 20’s.

But getting to know yourself means getting to know your limits, boundaries, morals, values, and the things that just make up the entity of you. In other words, we become more self-aware with the things that in the past we were not able to fully comprehend. Maybe we were embarrassed to be a certain way in our teens, maybe you felt shameful for being a certain type of person; whatever the case may be, we just simply don’t care about what image we have and ultimately take care of ourselves when we are more self-aware. Therapy has helped me become more aware of myself over the past year, and because of it, I do have a lot of restrictions and boundaries I’ve created because I just have a better understanding of what I like and don’t like. I have a pretty good idea that if you guys are anything like me, your boundaries and restrictions are set up in the same way.

That doesn’t mean we are complaining.

As I’m writing this, we are currently going through a heatwave in NYC. I’ve known for years how much I don’t enjoy the summer; I get sick easily, I’m more depressed in the summer, I seem to never be cooled down, and I’m a lot more cranky and isolated during the hotter months. Because of this, I tend to trap myself in my air-conditioned room and let the day pass by. Of course, it’s not the healthiest thing to do, but it’s the way that I cope. Yes, I will tell you that I’m not coming out because it’s too hot. Yes, I will tell you I didn’t run my errands because it was too hot. Yes, I will not do a damn thing in this damn heat because it’s too fucking hot.

While I understand that everyone is feeling it the same way I am, my body is going to respond the way that it’s going to respond, and it’s my job to listen to her when she needs assistance. If I feel light-headed and dizzy and that I can’t breathe, I’m going to sit down and rest for the day. If I feel a little on-edge this particular day, I’m sorry but I’m just having a bad day. If I’m fine one minute and then all of a sudden I’m having an anxiety attack, my internal world stops in order to assist my body in whatever she may need to get out of that situation. I’m not trying to say that my problems are uniquely my own, I’m saying that I respond to them the way that I do, that’s all.

Of course, to the public eye, restrictions and boundaries are sometimes translated into “I can’t”, which again, isn’t the worst thing in the world. Saying no or that you can’t doesn’t mean you have a negative perspective on things, it just sometimes means at this moment, your boundaries or restrictions are not looking for any wiggle room. Yeah, that could change in the future, but at this exact moment, I’m listening to what my body needs and I’m going to put her first.

We are just self-aware of the things we can handle and what we can’t at this moment, so please be respectful of that. For many of us, this self-awareness took years to be discovered and heard and we are still new and unfamiliar with its contexts. Don’t just assume we are “complaining” about our problems or having a negative perspective on something. We are just human, and we always have room to grow.

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Blogust 2019: The Series

Day 6: Sadness is an Emotion, Not Just a Reaction.

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Dear, guys – welcome back to Letters From Liz!

I hope everyone is enjoying their summer thus far; whether you’re working, in summer school, or just cooped up in the house, I hope everyone is enjoying the warmer weather in their own way! Of course, if you are a person who gets a bit depressed in the warmer seasons, then I hope you are finding (healthy) ways to beat that depression and enjoy yourself!

As a person who’s been very active in their own mental health awareness within the last year, I’ve noticed that there are just times where I feel an intense wave of sadness. I could have a really awesome day before, and then the next day comes and it’s a complete 180. Sometimes, I am able to identify the things that get me sad, meaning that at times, my sadness acts as a reaction, but there are just times when I have no idea what is causing this sudden wave of sadness. The people around you will continuously ask you what’s wrong, yet you don’t even know what’s wrong yourself.

As a person battling their own waves of depression, I’m here to tell those who may be battling it themselves AND the people who may not understand it that sadness is first and foremost an emotion, and like other emotions, it is about the chemicals in your brain.

The average person normally looks at depression as just sadness, which to a certain extent is true. Although depression is simply not just sadness, it is a contributing part yet it isn’t always because something is happening or because something has happened to us. Sadness, like happiness, can occur at any moment. While we can be happy and content for no apparent reason, the same applies to sadness, and that’s because both emotions are caused by chemicals in our brain.

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When we are feeling happy, we have a lot of serotonin going on in our brain, because serotonin is a “feel good” type of chemical. Dopamine, another chemical in our brain, is sorta the same thing, but it plays more on our pleasure elements in our emotions. In anxiety, our dopamine is low because instead of enjoying ourselves, we are very fearful and worrisome, whereas in Schizophrenia it’s extremely high, often leaving people with the disorder having a grandioso persona of themselves, and having a feeling of invincibility as well. In depression, both our dopamine and serotonin are low, which causes us not to just feel sad, but unmotivated to do anything as well. It’s why you hear many people with depression having a hard time getting out of bed, struggling to pass their courses, and even keep their jobs. Having MDD (major depression disorder) is actually considered a disability because in severe cases, it leaves people unable to function in society.

But in less severe cases, like mine, I just sometimes get sad out of nowhere without knowing the true meaning behind it, and I’ve learned to accept it for what it is. “Yeah, I’m feeling sad in this exact moment, and even if I don’t know why I’m sad, I know I’ll be okay.”

To an extent, I’m saying that it’s okay to be sad. It truly is; we wouldn’t be human if we didn’t experience the ups and downs of our emotions. It happens, but like happiness, IT’S TEMPORARY AND THINGS WILL GET BETTER. Acknowledge your unspecified sadness and realize it’s just an emotion; not everything in life has an answer, so why would your emotions have one too? As a society, we are so caught up on the fact that if we are sad, it’s because something made us sad when truly, that’s only half of the reason! We could be sad because, at this exact moment, our chemicals in our brain are not running high and that’s okay! It will go up again! Stop trying to figure out what is wrong with you when you don’t know what it may be; truth be told, forcing a reason for you to be sad is just going to actually make you even sadder.

Make it apparent to yourself and those around you that just because you may be feeling sad today, it doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world and it doesn’t mean that you are “broken and have to be fixed.”

For me, it took me a while to stop trying to find out the reason that I was feeling sad whenever there wasn’t no true reason behind it. Yes, there were times when I was sad and there was a reason, but I honestly accepted sadness as its own entity when I accepted that it’s just another human emotion, and there will be days when I feel it, and there will be other days when I don’t. It’s that simple. 

So, the next time someone in your life notices that you’re sad and asks you what’s wrong, just tell them, “Nothing’s wrong, really. I’m just feeling sad today, but I’ll be okay.”

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Blogust 2019: The Series, Creative Pieces

Day 5: When Two Worlds Collide: A Scene.

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A man with curly brown hair, MICAH, is sitting outside on one of the college benches near the function on campus. He is surrounded by his friends, DANIELLA and TANNER, who are also dating. Micah is writing lyrics and music notes in a notebook when he looks up and sees his friends getting really flirty and showing a bit too much PDA for his liking.

Micah: Guys, you think you could wait until later to suck each other’s faces off?

Daniella: Lighten up, Micah. It’s just kissing.

Micah: More like two minutes away from fucking.

Daniella pushes Micah and rolls her eyes. Tanner is laughing, probably because he knows Micah’s right. A guy’s intuition probably. Daniella gathers her stuff and prepares to leave the boys. She kisses Tanner before departing.

Daniella: Well, I’m out of here, I gotta get home to pick up my little sister.

Micah: Isn’t Nicolette a bit old for you to be “picking her up”?

Daniella: *intently stares at Micah* Aren’t you a bit young to be acting like my damn dad?

Daniella walks away from the boys. Micah laughs and shakes his head, closing the notebook he was writing in.

Micah: How do you deal with her, Tanner?

Tanner: I don’t get under her skin like you do.

Micah: You just get on top of it.

Tanner: *smiles* It’s one way to get on her good side.

The boys laugh; they are truly brothers from another mother. 

Tanner: But man, when are you going to get yourself out there again? I know you haven’t gotten laid since-

Micah: Don’t even finish that sentence, man.

Tanner: I mean, it’s true though.

A thick cloud forms between the two boys. They are practically telepathic. Micah’s face tenses up, while Tanner is walking around eggshells trying to get his best bud to open up.

Tanner: I know you don’t like talking about her, but I think it will be good for your soul to do so. I mean, shes-

Micah: *interrupts, now annoyed, in a sarcastic voice* Nah, it’s not about the fact that Kalia just packed up everything to move to Sweden with her movie-star dad and their Broadway-actress step-mom to become one with the polar bears and penguins or some shit without giving me a head’s up or a damn call!

Tanner: *quietly* Mic, Sweden is not Antarc-

Micah: *keeps going* It’s not like I devoted all my time and love for her because I thought she was going to be the one I’ll be with for the rest of my life, y’know it’s not like she was my first love and she just didn’t care to see that! Nothing like that, so yeah, let me forget about a person who made a huge impact on my life!

Tanner is speechless and tries to choose his words wisely.

Tanner: Look man, I get it. Kalia broke your heart, but it’s been two years already. We were practically children back then.

Micah: … She was 20, Tanner.

Tanner: But you were just 18. Maybe she wanted more?

Micah gathers his stuff, preparing himself to leave both the bench and his conversation with Tanner. Tanner tries to reassure Micah.

Tanner: I’m not saying you weren’t enough, man, I was just-

Micah: *sighs* It’s cool man, the past is the past.

Micah walks away from Tanner, not leaving the conversation on a good note. He’s now annoyed, aggravated, and all he wants to do is just go to his last class of the day so he can go home and do what calms himself the most: make music. Micah is practically power-walking in anger, just hoping he could get the girl that broke his heart out of his mind, until BAM! He smacks himself against a person who was walking in the opposite direction.

He looks up to see a girl that’s all tattooed up; she’s basically a walking art piece. She has brown curly hair with different colored highlights going throughout. She has some face piercings and hazel eyes. She looks annoyed as she picks up her stuff from the ground. Micah picks his own stuff up from the ground as well.

Micah: I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you coming up…

He looks at the girl’s black t-shirt; it has a name tag with the name “ROSIE” on it.

Micah: … Rosie.

Rosie looks down at her shirt where her nametag is. She takes it off.

Rosie: Yeah, well next time don’t look so dazed on a crowded-friggin’-campus.

As Rosie stuffs her bookbag with her belongings, Micah just looks at her. He doesn’t understand why he can’t move, and he doesn’t understand why he keeps looking at her. Clearly, she’s just as annoyed about something as he is, but yet he feels a wave of calmness in this exact moment.

Micah: *reaching out for Rosie’s hand* Micah.

Rosie: *looking up* What?

Micah: My name is Micah. Nice to meet you. Y’know, decent etiquette.

Micah smiles at Rosie, still with his arm out to help her from off the ground. She reaches out for it.

Rosie: Yeah, but nobody asked for it.

Micah: It’s still what a gentleman does.

Rosie: Well keep your 1950’s ideology away from me.

Micah: Feminist?

Rosie: Something like that.

They both awkwardly stand there like they owe each other something. 

Micah: So, you work at the campus bookstore?

Rosie: Look, thanks for helping me with my stuff, but I’m not here for small talk. Find some other girl to pick up and bring to your dorm.

Micah: *scrunches his eyebrows* Not every man is trying to get in your pants, y’know. So if you think I’m being nice to you for that, then I truly feel bad that your only nice encounters with guys were when they were trying to sleep with you. Sorry for “bugging you”, have a good day.

As Micah walks away, Rosie turns around and calls for him.

Rosie: I’m sorry, Micah. I didn’t mean to come off like a bitch.

Micah turns around and looks at Rosie. The sun is hitting her olive skin, and the wind is blowing through her curly locks. She’s beautiful when she’s a little soft.

Micah: None taken, Rosie.

She walks up to him to actually talk to him.

Rosie: Yeah, I work at the bookstore. I just got off from my shift.

Micah: That’s cool. Is this cheap ass college actually paying you guys enough?

Rosie: *laughs* Not enough to actually help me stay awake during my shifts.

Micah is completely at awe with Rosie’s laugh. It was pure, snarky, raspy; different than the other girls he has heard.

Micah: I don’t blame you. You’re supposed to keep up with your classes and be nice to customers?

Rosie: They got the wrong girl.

Micah laughs. In a head trace, he snaps out of it and looks at his phone for the time; class starts in 5 minutes.

Micah: Well, I’m totally going to be late for my next class. Why would I ever agree to take a 4:40 class, only God knows.

Rosie: Ah, you’re one of those honor roll guys?

Micah: You mean dean’s list?

Rosie: You call it dean’s list, I call it something intangible with absolutely no purpose.

Micah laughs. She has some spunk in her voice.

Micah: Nah, I’m not, just can’t afford to be late for a class I’m almost failing.

Rosie: Is it a science class?

Micah: When is it never a science class? Like, who gives a shit about how the human body works? If mine is working, then that’s all I care about.

Rosie: Right? Like let it do its thing, it’s not my job to understand what the fuck is going on in there.

They both laugh as they both reached a path where it’s time to go their separate ways.

Rosie: Well, it was nice meeting you, Micah. Sorry about how I came off earlier. I’m not prone to people actually being nice to me.

Micah: You don’t have friends on campus?

Rosie: Nah. I don’t trust bitches and I don’t trust dickheads. I just do my thing and get the fuck off of campus.

Micah: Well, I assure you I’m not a bitch, nor am I a dickhead.

Rosie: People who use words like “assure” and “nor” are pretty dickhead-ish if you ask me. *laughs*

Micah: It was better than saying, ‘I ain’t no bitch or dickhead, son’.

Rosie: True.

The two of them stand there awkwardly.

Rosie: So, uhm, I’ll guess I’ll see ya around.

As Rosie walks away, Micah looks at her and calls out for her.

Micah: Kamalani!

Rosie turns around, and stands there, looking back at Micah.

Rosie: What?

Micah: My last name is Kamalani, just in case you want to keep in touch online or something. Just search for Micah Kamalani.

Rosie looks at Micah from a distance and smiles.

Rosie: Delgado. Rosie Delgado.

— The End —

*You could read more about Rosie HERE.

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Blogust 2019: The Series, Self-Appreciation Saturdays

SAS: The Intangible Victories Are Still Victories! (8/4/19)

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Dear, guys – welcome back to Letters From Liz!

Yes, it’s a SAS post, and yes, I know it’s not Saturday. For Blogust, SAS posts are on Sunday for the time being, so hi, welcome back!

Again, I really must thank my therapy sessions for inspiring me for these type of posts; I learn a lot about myself and life in general through those sessions, and they make really good content to share with you guys!

In the last couple of weeks, I’ve been having to recap some of the major milestones I’ve made since first going to therapy and document if I’ve personally seen any change regarding my anxiety and depression. At first, it was a little difficult. I was only able to think of things at the top of my head like “being more assertive” and “more self-aware of my mental health”, and it honestly took someone who’s only known me for 4 months to tell me more about myself than I could. She explained to me that victories and victories, no matter how big or small they may be. While yeah, that’s true and all, we have to define what’s truly something big and that’s something small, and she described it in the most perfect way: “sometimes, when something is not tangible, we tend to forget that those things still exist, so when we talk about victories, those things that you unknowingly worked on are considered victories as well. 

So, here we are for this SAS post.

The little things I looked over, like being able to trust and express a little more and having a better balance of my feelings and the feelings of my loved ones are some of the things I’ve worked on without truly ever realizing it. Looking back, I don’t remember the last time I didn’t say nor do something just so I didn’t hurt anyone’s feelings. I don’t remember staying silent about something just to protect someone else’s feelings. I also don’t remember the last time I allowed my anxiety to say “no, we’re not going to that social gathering”. Also, I don’t remember the last time I told my therapist that “no one understands me.”

This idea of documenting the intangible victories applies to more than just the mental health victories you’ll make. Feeling defeated because it seems like the hard work you put in your projects or agendas isn’t paying off? The fact that you keep coming back every single day to just try is a victory. The fact that you’re putting things into action is a victory within itself. Feeling like your goals are too far away to reach even after actively working on them? You still working on achieving your goals is a victory; you didn’t give up!

At the end of the day, you really can’t be too hard on yourself for only seeing the major victories in your life. Most of the time, the big ones can only happen if the small ones are constantly being met, so take things one step at a time! I must say this every time there’s a post about this, but Rome wasn’t built in a day! Every day, people actively put in the work to see it become something in the future. Take it from somewhere who is tremendously hard on themselves when there seems to be little to no change in their life: be patient and keep going. Document those intangible victories to keep yourself going!

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Overexposed: A Self-Love Project.

Overexposed: The Freshman 50.

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Your “high-school” body is your teenager body. You look back and see just how young your body looked; baby face, possible baby fat, B-cup size bra, and the list goes on.

But then college comes along, you enter your twenties, and then you notice your body changing. In society, people love to call that your “freshman 15”. People who were 15 pounds lighter just a year ago get upset about the weight gain, girls wish they had their high-school body again, not knowing that there’s more to your weight gain than the endless amounts of ramen you eat between classes. But what do you say to yourself when you were a fat girl as a teenager, yet gets even fatter throughout her twenties? Even more so, what if your “freshman 15” wasn’t even because of eating bad foods, what if it was a result of a health condition you had no idea about?

Hi, my name is Liz, and I had the “freshman 50”.

When I graduated high-school, I was a 200-pound teenage girl that was heavy for her age, but still was able to fit into a size 18-20. I was still able to get my clothes from most stores that weren’t online exclusive, I was able to wear things that were considered “flattering” to my body shape, and I wasn’t rocking a visible double chin. Although I didn’t like how I looked weight-wise during my teenage years, I didn’t consider myself to be “that fat”, not until I turned 19, and things started to change with my body.

After my first year of college, I started to get extremely bad lower back pain that would keep me up at night. There were nights I had to sleep in a sitting position because laying down was extremely painful, and there were nights when I didn’t sleep more than 3 hours a night due to the pain. One morning at 6AM, I cried to my mother, asking her to take me to the emergency room to see what was going on with my body. She did, and a couple of hours later, I found out I had gallstones. Later that year, I had surgery to remove my gallbladder, which was great since I wasn’t in pain anymore, but in doing so meant that I would have to watch my weight since it would be easier now to put on weight, and of course, I didn’t listen. 

Within the time I graduated high school to the time I became a sophomore in college, I had gained 50 pounds because of my now non-existent gallbladder.

Heres a little science lesson: the gallbladder is located right behind your liver, and it’s the part that helps store the biles, in other words: it helps the liver control the amount of fat by storing it, I guess; I got a D in my Biology class in college.

Anyway, when you remove the gallbladder, the liver has to work twice as hard, and if you don’t control the food you are eating or “eat healthier”, weight gain is inevitable. Me being a college student with a tight schedule meant that I was going to eat junk food in between classes just to hold me over until I got home. Before I knew it, I had gained 50 pounds, and I hated myself for doing it.

I hated myself for making that decision to remove my gallbladder; I kept telling myself that I would’ve rather be in pain and “thinner” than to be at ease and fatter. I hated that my weight gain, which everyone thought was due as me being careless of what I was eating, was caused by something I had no one control over. I couldn’t starve myself anymore; my stomach couldn’t handle not eating for hours at a time. Because of something I could not completely control, I hated my body for being what it was.

It took me a lot of conversations with other people, particularly plus-sized women who had the surgery done themselves, tell me that the same exact thing happened to them and they hated that it did at first. Knowing that I wasn’t alone and what I was feeling wasn’t completely irrational and stupid. This was a health condition that millions of people can’t control, and if you’re already overweight, you have a higher chance of getting gallstones.

Six years later, and I’ve accepted that I was a part of that group of people that gained weight after their years in high-school. Some people are able to lose weight and “glo’ up”, and others simply just can’t. It took me years to finally understand that our bodies change, and even the skinniest of people who were teenagers develop into adults, and sometimes that requires weight gain. It also took me years to accept that fate for myself as well, that although I was overweight in my teenage years, that my body is going to develop and change as well, and that requires some weight gain as well.

We, as a society, tend to forget that when we grow up, our bodies do as well. Our legs get thicker, our boobs get bigger, and yes, asses do get fatter. But stomachs do as well, and we shouldn’t punish our bodies for doing the one thing it’s supposed to do, which is to develop.

Also, we have to stop thinking that weight gain occurs only because of overeating and poor food choices. Yeah, it plays a role, but some of the people in society have actual health issues that cause extreme weight gain. Some medications cause weight gain, some diseases cause weight gain, your health conditions could be the reason you gain weight, like me!

Instead of hating yourself for the uncontrollable, be gentle with your body. She’s doing the best to keep you up and running! Just because she’s heavier, doesn’t make her any less deserving of your love.

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Blogust 2019: The Series

Day 2: Happy 300th Post!

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Dear, guys – welcome back to Letters From Liz!

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As you can read from the title of this letter, you would know that we reached 300 posts on this blog! How crazy is that? From something that started just in the spur of the moment to turning into this tiny community that we have going on, it’s simply surreal, to say the least.

When the blog started, she was called TNTH, or “Today’s News, Tomorrow’s Headline”. Although it was different and calling my blog “TNTH” was simple and easy, after two years it just didn’t fit the mission I was after anymore. Then, Letters From Liz is born, and even with the simple name change, I felt closer to the blog and to my audience more than ever, because yeah, this is me, writing you guys letters to read, hoping that one of them helps you in any way possible.

I have so many ideas for the blog in the future but as of now, I am content with where I’m at. Writing on here twice a week has helped me on my own journey of recovery, so thank you for allowing me to do so.

Like every celebration post, here are some of my favorite posts I’ve written since we’ve celebrated 200 posts on the blog:

Thank you so much for the support on Letters From Liz! Here’s to the rest of Blogust, and here’s to the next 100 posts!

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Blogust 2019: The Series

Day 1: Reintroduction, the 2019 Version.

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Dear, guys – welcome back to Letters From Liz!

It is now officially August, which means it’s BLOGUST! That’s right: for the next 31 days, you will be getting a daily dosage of our letters! We started this series last year, and I honestly loved dedicating my time and focus on something I was really enjoying, so a year later we’re bringing it back!

Last year, we started the series with a reintroduction, and in the spirit of Blogust, we’ll be doing the same thing. Let’s face it, we change within the time span of a year.

So, without further ado: Hi, I’m Liz!

My first name is Elizabeth for those who may not know, and years ago I had some sort of identity crisis over it. I used to believe that “Elizabeth” and “Liz” were two different people; kinda like how teachers are Mr./Ms. whats-her-face, and with a more personal group of people, you are on a first name basis. I truly thought Elizabeth was this person I had no access to; she was the better person I was supposed to be in the future. Nowadays, I treat my name like a goddamn name: you will call me Elizabeth if you chose to do so, or you will call me Liz. Preferably, I like Liz better than my actual first name, but so be it. 

I’m a fat, Italian/Puerto-Rican 25-year-old woman from NYC. Like I mentioned last year, NYC is truly my home, and I don’t know if I see myself ever leaving it, but I do hope that people who come visit or decide to move here don’t see it with rose-tinted glasses, because NYC is not as glamorous and amazing as people think it is. But then again, I’m a resident here, not just a person on vacation that does commonly known tourist things, y’know?

Also, yeah, I’m fat. Calling myself fat isn’t a negative thing either, so don’t think to even say, “don’t say that, you’re beautiful!” I say it because it’s facts: I’m fat, and it’s taken me a very long time to come to terms with that and start accepting my body for what it is. You can actually read my journey of self-acceptance called Overexposed: A Self-Love Project.

Also, I’m half Italian, half Puerto-Rican! When I was younger, I looked a lot more Hispanic than I currently do, but between my sibling and I, I definitely have more of my father’s looks than them. Being half-white and half-Latina sometimes mean that people question my Hispanic heritage, or consider me to be completely white when in reality, I’m just half. Although I know I carry a white privilege from being Italian American, some of my loved ones from my Puerto-Rican family, including my father, have been racially profiled by authority and wrongfully committed for simply minding their business. Although I know I will never have to face these issues that my Hispanic side does, I still identify as both white and Hispanic, and I stand by what’s right in society and try to use my white privilege as much as I can to help those who are silenced by white supremacy.

Whew, that got heavy. Let’s continue:

Within the last year, I’ve been enjoying a lot of different types of music, thanks to the neighborhood I live in and to my partner that’s a walking Shazam machine, I kid you not. I live in a neighborhood with predominantly Asian people, and every now and then, I come across flyers and music playing that is KPop. A year ago, I discovered KPop in a laundromat, and the rest is history. Since then, I find myself listening to more KPop than mainstream Top 40 these days, and at first, I was quite embarrassed to share my interest in KPop, but as time went on, those around me have come to learn that I’m a big fan of KPop. If you guys will like to see some of my recommendations (I mainly listen to girl groups; I’m not a boy group kind of gal), you can read my KPop Favorites, as well as my KPop Rookies Favorites. I also listen to a lot of oldies but goodies, meaning I like to listen to music from the 80’s, 90’s, and early 2000’s. I was born in 1994, so I grew up with 90’s music, and my whole adolescence years were surrounded by music from the 2000’s, and I just really enjoying listening to old gems I forgot about all these years! I guess you can say I hit that age where I don’t really know mainstream Top 40 music anymore…

I have social anxiety disorder as well as major depressive disorder, and because I do, I am a huge mental health advocate. I was diagnosed with SAD last summer and MDD during the holiday season, and I talk about my journey and the topics I struggle with so publicly because I hope that one day, mental health will be taken seriously and that people will stop thinking of mental health as some sort of taboo. We are in a generation where mental health issues are quickly multiplying, and it’s so important that these issues get treated and helped by a doctor like it was your own physical health. I’ve written tons and tons of letters on my own mental health journey, so you can find some to read anywhere on the blog.

Although writing is my craft and I identify myself as being a writer, my passion as expanded into academics; rhetoric & writing composition to be exact. In grad school, I took a course that ultimately changed my life forever, and although I will always love writing, my next challenge is to help college students and college-bound students take ownership of their writing and to not be afraid to express their voices through their writing, despite popular belief. My Master’s Thesis speaks more about this topic, and I’m currently turning that piece into a journal article for an academic journal. I hope that in the near future, I become an academic advisor for college students to help the next generation of students have a smoother experience in their college life.

Lastly, although sometimes it’s hard for me to tackle things and keep going forward with all the amazing things I’d like to accomplish because of my depression, I am still very happy with myself and who I’m becoming. This time last year it was rough for me; my grandfather had just passed away and a lot of my inner demons wouldn’t let me relax and focus on myself or whatever I needed, but things time around I feel a lot more confident, in control, and willing to improve no matter what aspect of my life it is.

There you have it, folks! Day 1 of Blogust has wrapped up! Stay tuned for the other 30 days to come for Blogust!

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Topic Tuesdays: Random

Whatcha Been Up To, Liz?!

Dear, guys – welcome back to Letters From Liz!

So, it’s the end of July, and to be quite honest with all of you, I’m going through a really bad writer’s block. All of the content I’ve been writing for this past month has been for preparation for Blogust, which starts in TWO DAYS!

Because of this, I feel like I’ve been sort of away from the blog in a way. Meaning, I feel like I haven’t had any sort of update on my personal life and what’s currently going on that’s not this blog.

So, whatcha been up to, Liz?!

Well, in regards to being productive, I am currently in the research part of my project with my co-writer. For the last two months, we’ve read tons of articles for our collab article piece, having meetings to discuss some of the key points, and we are soon going to start the writing process, which I’m the most nervous about. It feels like I’m writing my thesis all over again, just with a higher and more qualified person helping me write it as well. Nevertheless, the writing process is going to be a long one, so I’m happy to at least entering the second, and longest stage of the project!

This past month, I read Vershawn Young’s newest book, Other People’s English: Code-Meshing, Code-Switching, and African American Literacy, which discusses a lot about languages being used inside the classroom setting and how minoritized groups of students should be able to express themselves in the language they are most comfortable in and without forcing them to strip away their identity to “act white” in their writing in academic and professional settings. In other words: SAE shouldn’t be the only language that is considered a “successful” one. Like the Obamas who’ve used the technique of code-meshing to maintain their identity in a position of power, we can still be ourselves and be successful. Just saying.

So yeah! A lot of writing studies and rhetoric composition being read this summer!

While I do that, I’ve also been job hunting, which has been a process within itself. It’s taken me a lot of self-talks to become a little more realistic in what I would like to do, and some encouragement from my partner to keep me level-headed every now and then whenever I find myself being more of a dreamer than a person with a plan. I’m not saying dreams aren’ unreachable, but work needs to be put into them to be able to achieve them, and sometimes that requires doing things you wanted to avoid. Yeah, maybe working a couple of hours of retail may help me achieve my goddamn dreams in life. I am still quite okay with the process I’m making, but I am getting a little antsy hoping that something will strike.

Regarding mental health: I’ve been doing pretty good! My anxiety and depression aren’t as troublesome as it usually is during the summer (I easily get more depressed in the summer) so I consider that an enormous step towards my healing journey! Of course, there are times when I go through a depressive episode and there are times when I’m feeling extremely anxious to the point of having an anxiety attack, but I am opening and more comfortable having them because I have a better understanding of what I have to do in order to overcome them. So, I’m good, she’s good, and the house we live in is good as well.

I’ve still been trying to enjoy my summer every now and then, whether it’s going out with my partner on the weekends, or going to the community pool with my sibling. Instead of letting the hot weather control me (which it still does to an extent), I am trying my best to enjoy it for what it is and to stay happy and productive! It’s so easy to just stay in the house cooped up in my room with my AC on, and although it’s nice to do something like that after a long day of productivity, I wouldn’t want to spend all of my days just sitting there.

Nothing is that exciting in my life, but I’m glad that it’s going a lot better than it did this time last year. Last year, I had just lost my grandfather to cancer, and dealing with that plus my mental health was a lot for me to handle, and I honestly wasn’t in the greatest place last summer. I’m just happy that this summer, I am a lot calmer and mentally healthier.

That’s about it! I hope you guys are excited for Blogust 2019! We’ll be returning some series throughout the month: voiceless rant, creative pieces, Overexposed, and maybe even some Self-Appreciation Saturdays Sundays! I hope you guys enjoy all the content coming your way!

Thank you guys for your neverending support.

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Overexposed: A Self-Love Project.

Overexposed: The Fat Fetish.

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Teenage Liz had to go through a lot for me to be where I’m currently standing today. Let us all honor our teenage selves because only God knows the things we had to go through in order for us to be where we are today.

Hi, my name is Liz, and I was once a target for people who have a fat fetish.

Lemme break it down for you: Being a teenager wasn’t the easiest thing for me. I’ve written and told many of stories throughout the years on this blog, and I’m honestly at the point where I’m tired of talking about the horrible things that happened, blah blah blah. But, understanding where I was and why I went through the things I did, is the point I’ll be making in this chapter.

You see, as a teenager, I was a hopeless romantic. Being called pretty and even getting the slightest attention from boys automatically gained me a new crush to have. But, instead of just getting the typical heartbreak from being in a relationship came with, I never was in a relationship as a teenager, mainly because people didn’t want to be in a relationship with a fat girl unless you were a fat girl that had money, style, or was “thick in all the right places”.

Lemme introduce myself once again: Hi, my name is Liz, and I’ve always had fat in all the right and wrong places.

I learned that there are three types of people in this world when dealing with a fat chick: you’re either actually really into the girl and like her for who she is and how she looks like, you either liked a fat girl but didn’t want to be seen with a fat girl so you kept her a secret, or you really didn’t like fat girls romantically and only wanted to be with one “for the experience”.

It took me a lot of insecure nights sitting on the bathroom floor asking why I was never good enough to be truly liked for me and for the body I lived in that it even drove me to times where I self-harmed because I began to hate the body I was in too. It took me years of asking myself why I was always everyone’s secret, why people saw me as an easy target, and it took me these past experiences of old crushes and love interests to finally realize that damn, some of y’all love the fat folk, but don’t want to admit that you truly like loving the fat folk! I mean, what isn’t there to love? We are just like skinny people! Just fatter!

As comical as I’m being, it really is sad to realize that my body, although normally looked down upon in society, is also a target towards people who have a fat fetish. When I talk about fat fetish, I mean when you only want to sleep, bang, fuck people who are fat, thinking that the experience will be different. “Does everything jiggle more when you fuck a fat person? Is it true that fucking fat girls are better because there’s more ‘cushion for the pushin’?”

For the love of all sugary drinks and salty foods, my body is not an experiment.

I had to learn this during the time where I was growing up while going through a very severe case of depression. I mean, I had one person tell me straight forward that they only pursued me because they saw me as “broken and weak”; it was just a difficult time to truly understand that there are just people in this world that do not love your body, that does not think your body is beautiful, and that you are not worthy of realness because of the type of body you carry.

That does not mean I love my body any less than I do, and it does not mean I view my body lesser than your average, skinny one. Again, my journey has taken years to be here, at this moment, accepting my skin for what it is and the body that it carries. I don’t need anyone else telling me that they “like my body”. I have a mouth; I tell myself that! I don’t need validation from anyone to tell me my body is a good body. I know my type of body deserves the type of love that a “normal” person gets, and although I’m lucky to have found my own, I hope every boy or girl knows that their body is capable of actual respect and love, and a person with a fetish of that isn’t the one!

Fat folks love and fat folks fuck, but we don’t want none of that fetish shit you got going on.

Periodt.

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