Sunday, October 21, 2012

sitting like peaks upon my lungs


This is an essay I wrote in my twelfth grade english class in high school. It was my midterm. The assignment was to choose an inspirational quote about success and write about how we were going to succeed in the future. As I read this again, I feel like I'm still the same person, yet I have grown and changed since the Spring. Perhaps I am a little bit more positive even though I still have my moments.

Sitting Like Peaks Upon My Lungs
by Hannah Rose Duperre

e.e. cummings once said “It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.” These words foster me, sitting like peaks upon my lungs, and these words speak like sermons, parading like the April rains. This quote tells of the valor one must learn to cultivate in order to be successful in life, fully realize their importance and find the mistakenly beautiful and wonder-some genius that is born of the syncopation of both heart and mind. This single sentence reminds me that I may have to constantly overcome many struggles and challenges in order to rise to my full potential and portray the greatest interpretation of my character. Everyday, using my strengths, weaknesses, failures and triumphs, I strive to try to find the courage to “grow up.”

What does it mean to really be grown up? I tend to contemplate and peel apart the process: a student saunters proudly across a lighted plane, to get a scrolled decree as the congratulations of completing twelve years of public education, the family-friendly crowd cheers and in between post-graduation pictures, people tell him or her that they’re “all grown up”, or “you’ve grown up so fast!” When I was younger I always felt that high school students were so old and so grown up, but now that I have reached the age of 17, I feel far from being a “grown-up”. I have found that “growing up” is not quite a destination, but a process of ups and downs and progression towards greater goals.

I have become a young woman with many wishes and hopes, and growing up for me personally is having the courage to wake up in the morning, get out of bed, and keep trying in a world where I feel so out of place at times. I want to earn a college degree. I want to inspire people. I want to feel real. I want to stop running to the shelter of my memories, or to the foam of the future, to get away from the present time at hand. And by God, by the time the moon’s light strokes the stars and sky, I just want to believe in myself and escape the fears that sit like peaks on my lungs.

In order to achieve something greater beyond high school and as I begin to compose the next chapter of my so-called life, I must first recognize that things may happen in my life that I have no control over and I must be prepared to react in a way that doesn’t cater to my weaknesses, but to my strengths. This will come with much strife, tears, laughter, and joy. I will have to try my best every single day to not let my fears consume me. I will have to find every possible way to be happy with my efforts, even though at the end of the day I may struggle to not feel worthless when my best just doesn’t feel like it is enough. Some days I may crumble beneath those mountains on my back and begin to fall and feel the crushing of my lungs, but I have to breathe, just breathe. I need to stop confusing myself. Falling does not necessarily mean failing. Failing is when you give up entirely on growing up. A simple fall is a common climb. To succeed, I’ll just have to get back up.

Overall, the biggest conflict I’ll have to deal with for the rest of my life is the cold hard fact that I happen to have the hardest time believing in and accepting myself. I’ve come to realize very recently that this is probably the main source of my weaknesses. I tend to become unmotivated very easily and have difficulty expressing my feelings verbally. I can be stubborn. I can be lazy. I am so disorganized and honestly I’m a complete and utter mess. I often let these simplicities become complexities and pay too much attention to them, for it is within my strength, not my weaknesses, that I will be able to find the bravery needed to accept the call to grow up, and move on to making a difference in the lives of others. How am I going to be able to make a difference in others’ lives, if I don’t first make a change in my own? The truth is, I won’t, not unless I take that common climb and face down the peaks sitting on my lungs. I have stars to remember and scars to forget, all with the slight spark of determination that lies within my gut and the strong convictions that sing in my soul. I am growing up.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

forward march



"I dare you to change your life. I dare you to continue moving forward."


     This past Thursday night, I attended an opening ceremony for The Biggest Winner. I was able to hear some wonderful and inspiring stories that at least part of me could emulate with. The quote above were some words shared by one of the speakers that render still with me. These are words that speak inevitably about having the will to not give up.

     The day of our first team workout, I felt teary-eyed, but not because of the physical difficulty of the exercise, but because of my deep gratitude for this program and the people who want to help me! In those first moments, I was thinking about how the workout was a challenge, but it didn't hurt nearly as much as all of those times where I would cry, where I felt inadequate, where I felt lonely and hopeless as I sobbed into the hems of my size 18 dresses or when I considered different ways out. I felt for the first time that I could have the power to overcome the negativity that plagued my brain; the thoughts that clouded my mind...a chance to really come to believe what I know and to know what I believe.

That I could forget the things I need to forget.

And remember the things I must remember.

Perhaps I could forget,

that time in elementary school

when she said

"you know, you're just going to end up getting fatter and fatter if you keep eating all that cheese."

or how I could never

run the mile

easily.

couldn't do push-ups.

didn't like to participate in P.E. in middle school

because I felt like I just couldn't measure up

or down

to everyone else.


It's time to move forward...

This week I weighed in and was very excited to see that I lost 3 pounds!
I am now at 213. I plan on taking another picture next week for you guys to see the progress.

Below is my "just starting out" picture, 216 pounds.


(I am no longer mystery girl! My face is revealed!)

I really am starting to enjoy working out. I can already tell there has been some improvement with my body. One of my favorite things to do after working out is sing! I feel like I have an easier time singing following a workout and I can hold my high notes and hit them better, which makes me quite jovial.

Today, I also got really happy about being on the To Write Love On Her Arms street team. To Write Love On Her Arms is a non-profit movement focused on bringing hope and help to those who struggle with addiction, self-injury, depression, and suicide, as well as other issues. They hope to remind individuals that they were born to love and be loved and that hope and help are real. As part of the street team, I do little tasks for them to help promote the cause. This is a cause I firmly believe in. Today, I did a task for which I wrote an inspirational, uplifting, and encouraging message on a Post-It note, along with the link for their website, and posted it in a public place so someone who may need it can see it.

I hope that we may all see that hope is real.
I hope that we may all know it exists.

-hrd.

"I am still far from being what I want to be, but with God's help I shall succeed." -vincent van gogh.