Writer's Block: More than words

[kseenaa]

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I nearly never do these Writers block thingies, but hey.... Since everyone has posted such BRILLIANT songs in there LJ's lately, I figured I would to.

And this song means so damn much to me, you have no idea. It is not that I am a huge fan of Christina Aguilera. I am not. She got a brilliant voice, but so does many other singers. And I like some of her other songs, for sure. I like music. Period. But this song? First time I heard it almost broke down crying. Because it really spoke to me, you know? It still does. Why? Because I was really badly bullied for 7 or 8 years in school. It started when I was just 8 years old. I can still remember that day. Thats 25 years ago.... And always for how I locked. How fat I was. How disgusting I was. That I shouldn't exist.... Thank gawd I meet spicehobbit when we were 13. But that still leaves scars, you know. Scars I at times fight with to this day.

So this song... Beautiful... It is filling me with such joy, happiness and hope every time I hear it, you have no idea. I love it. I adore it. And I can't get enough of it.

So... Yeah. With that, I give you Christina Augileras song Beautiful. Listen to it. Listen to every fucking word. Look at every fucking image in the music vid. Look. Listen. And think twice.

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Comments

[kseenaa.livejournal.com]

That icon never fails to put a smile on my face. :-) Just wanted to say that.

Indeed they do. Being bullied seems to be a curse in my family... Both my mom and father was to in school. My brother not to badly, gladly. But yes. I have a HUGE and crazy extended family, and I have always felt support and love from them. That have always helped me. And after school was over, that helped me heal to. And I include spicehobbit in that to, since really... She is like a sister to me. And have always supported me and helped me. We are the same age, so she was there, in school, and saw it all. She knows. That helps. Strangely. :-) Those years left some really harsh scars on me, that you can't see.... But at least they are not open wounds any more. I am proud of myself and strong today. But it has taken so, so long to get there... I am soon 33, and it is only in these last few years when I have moved to the city where I live today that I really feel I have found my strength. :-) *hugs*