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As I exit a world of maternal affection
I find myself coming into a fixation of fetishes and facades
Carefree buds of adolescence contrasting
Underwire and bustiers of adulthood
The bosom tends to conceal the heart
With a superficial uber thin wall
Tightening the fickle strings into a perfect knot
An interior like cavity bound together with flesh
Easily broken with the slightest touch of the tip of an index finger
Carnality at its best
Frontage supported
Stuffed with extra padding and tissue
Synthetics make a comeback
Implanted subconsciously and almost forcefully
Asymmetrical in beauty
Each of them distinct in proportion
Nonconformity has never looked so divine
Silicon compressed
Withering and decaying into a shallow pool
of alabaster, of ivory, of froth

It was only two percent …

An epiphany or just a sign of maturity?

So, I've supposedly changed my major. My dreams of becoming a world renowned journalist and activist have withered. Since the age of fourteen or fifteen, about the time that I started this blog, writing was the only pastime that I knew. Why is it that now I dread the thought of writing a critical analysis essay on George Orwell's Politics and the English Language, yet I can enjoy countless hours of random facts about nutrition and biology? It's not to say that I've completely abandoned any form of literature related activities or interests, as I am a staunch fan of Middle Eastern fiction and Spoken Word Poetry Readings.I'm taking two summer courses, English 300 and Nutrition and I'm enjoying the latter much more than the former.It was a way to get out of another tiring and stressful vacation overseas with overbearing relatives, and instead spend it alone in retrospection and gluttony.

However, as a career I'm not too sure if it's what I really want to pursue. For the longest time I had this ring of stubbornness floating around my head.I thought that getting a degree in a field that one wasn't passionate about was the most unethical thing one can do.I wanted to be able to have my job be my hobby as well.But when reality hit me, my perspective started to change.Some guy once told me,"those who aren't majoring in marketable degrees shouldn't be going to school". I don't remember his exact words, but it was something along those lines. I am by no means advocating for that, but I think a woman has to do what a woman needs to do. If I'm going to learn how to get over my "Damsel in Distress Syndrome" and stop thinking that marriage is the only way I'll actually have a life, I need to start learning how to depend on myself....