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we trust a lot of strangers.

March 11th, 2010

We trust that the mail carrier will bring the mail on time.

We trust that whatever we put in the recycling bin will be recycled, not sold or thrown into a landfill.

We trust that the cashier will charge us for the right amount.

We trust that the pilot will bring us to the right destination.

In short, we trust a lot of strangers– many of whom we may never see again.

So why can’t we trust ourselves?
Why can’t we trust each other?

You tell me.

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Beloved citizens of the world,
DO SOMETHING REVOLUTIONARY.

March 8th, 2010

day 65

Beloved citizens of the world,
I want you to do something revolutionary.

And I want you to start
right
about
now.

I want you to revolt against the media, against the society, against anyone and everyone– teachers, parents, classmates, coworkers, “friends”, YOURSELF– who tells you the lie that you are not good enough.

I want you to revolt against every corporation and commercial that tells you that you won’t be attractive, smart, get a significant other, or have friends unless you buy, eat, or wear their product and look exactly like everyone else.

I want you to revolt against every single message that tells you that you have to be perfect, that you have to fit in, that you have to look or act a certain way, that you have to be wanted and loved by other people, that you have to be anything but just yourself to have a happy and peaceful life.

I want you to revolt against anything in the world that tells you you have to do anything other than simply BE YOU.

I want you stop listening to everyone else, including me. I want you to listen to yourself.

You’re a fucking star, and you know it. You’re amazing at doing the only thing YOU can, that no one else can– be yourself.

Now go revolt.

Go do.

Go BE.

Answer to the last post: RVXN stands for revolution.

And now that we’ve started this revolution, I want you to share it.
Tweet it, Facebook It, Stumble it, Bookmark it, Email it to a friend.

Spread the word, and ¡Viva la Revolución!

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giveaways (& one quick question)

March 4th, 2010

cotton candy

Cotton candy, July 2006

Unconventional is the name of the game.

I’m giving away one FREE 16×20 Limited Edition Print (of which only 10 will ever be printed), so head on over here to see what it’s all about and enter!

When I first got this domain several people asked me: “What does RVXN mean? It sounds like a prescription pill or alphabet soup.” But I had a perfectly good reason for choosing those four letters, I swear, at 5 in the morning when the idea was finally conceived.

My question to you is: What do YOU think rvxn means?

Think about your answer before peering at the comments, please, and tell me what YOU think it means! :D

On another note, whoever makes the 500th comment on this site will get FIVE free 4×6 prints of their choice from any of the photos here (depending on availability– after a hard drive crash last year I don’t have some of these photos anymore). I’m not going to say how far away it is, though, but I might repost this when it gets even closer ;)

And this month I’m committing to FINALLY starting to sell all the clothes and shoes I’ve bought and never worn– to rid myself of what I don’t need. (I said I’d start in February, but better late than never!) Spring cleaning here we come! Look out for some great deals on cute clothes and accessories soon!

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please support me in following my dreams ♥

March 2nd, 2010

When I feel both profoundly uncomfortable and scared to publish something… that’s when I know I’ve succeeded.

I know I said I’d be writing about weight this time, but something else came up and I wanted to share with you first.

For the past couple of months I’ve been dissatisfied with myself and where I am, in the world, in my journey. Once upon a time my only dream in life was to “be happy”– check. But after that, what else could I do, what else was there to strive for?

I feel that admitting I’m in school is like a confession. Maybe because I don’t particularly want to be.

Last quarter was the first quarter of school in my life that I actually gave more than the absolute bare minimum of effort to my studies. Assiduous was a word of the day the first week of school, and I decided it would be my word for three months.

And I succeeded. And I felt accomplished, if only temporarily. And I realized I didn’t really learn anything more from doing any more.

I saw college as the final panacea to my childhood-long weariness with education. Surely it would grant me more freedom, surely I would finally learn about things that I cared about.

But I’ve never really felt like I’m actually learning something. All I’ve learnt from my classes– even in a less “conventional” major that won’t easily land me a high-paying “job”– is that when people talk about the “modern” era, they don’t mean the present.

Woo-freakin’-hoo.

I don’t mean to knock education down, and I know many of my friends and classmates will be some of the greatest lawyers, doctors, researchers, optometrists, pharmacists, businessmen, and engineers of all time (of all time).

But me?

I’m still figuring it out. I know what I’m fiercely passionate about, what I’m good at, what will (I hope) benefit you and you and you. I just need to live a little (or a lot) more and find the right way to make it work.

As long as I know I won’t ever have to say, “How I wish I had done this or that…” I know I’ll be fine.

With that said, last night led to some frightening new beginnings:

My new photography site:
Sui-Solitaire.com
(& Other Photography)

If you have ever enjoyed any of my photography, please follow my new photography blog and support me in making my own dreams come true.

After all, I’m the only one who can. :)

Thank you always.

(I’ll be periodically posting links when I update Sui-Solitaire.com, but never fear– my personal photography will still, for the most part, be posted here.)

This is just one fraction. There’s always more to come, more to explore. Next victim, after photography, is writing ;)

I don’t want to idolize anyone. I’m not going to follow in anyone else’s footsteps.

I’m just going to be me.

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emotional eating and every other addiction we use to “escape”

February 27th, 2010

day 23

Cookie Monster is addicted to carbs.

This post addresses negative body image as a result of emotional eating, and the effects of using any other activity, addiction or compulsion to try to escape ourselves and our feelings– drinking, smoking, the computer, video games, even compulsive exercising.

I write based on my own experience and observations, which may or may not coincide with your situation. But if they do, I hope it helps you in any way.

Regardless of what I ate yesterday or a year ago, and regardless of what my body looks like today, when I make healthy choices, when I’m “being healthy”, when I’m eating only when I’m hungry and stopping when I am satisfied– I feel wonderful, I feel alive.

When do I feel negative about myself, about my body image? When I eat something or sometime even though I know it’ll make me feel bad, or sick, or worst of all, disappointed with myself. When I feel too full and bloated because I knew I ate more than my body needed at that moment, and when I continue to make choices that are unhealthy.

More and more I realize that in the end, it’s not about how much I weigh or what I look like or even if I gained enough for there to be two of me that affects my mood.

It’s not because I don’t love and cherish my body that I feel negatively when I eat to the point of sickness. It’s because I know binging and overeating is a way of self-abuse, of not giving myself the respect I know I deserve.

(However, I know I’m not perfect, and even though I’ve recovered from my eating disorder, there are still moments that I will not eat “perfectly”, that I will binge. The most important thing to do in that time is to forgive myself, and realize that instead of being distraught that I still do it occasionally despite recovering, know that it might be a sign from my body or heart that I need to be paying more attention, taking more care, and really finding out what I’m feeling and how to feel better constructively.)

The irony is that oftentimes it’s hard to love our bodies when we have negative body image, but the solution to solving negative body image is loving ourselves. By loving ourselves, we begin taking care of ourselves and our health– which means instead of binging or overeating, we will naturally begin to gravitate towards healthier choices and have a healthier body image.

Emotional eating or binging has nothing to do with willpower or self-control. When you are stressed or bored, it’s not because of lack of willpower that you might reach for food to comfort you– it’s because gosh darn it you’re a hard time, and the only thing you can think of right now that’ll calm you is a great heaping portion of your food of choice.

For me, I’ve worked out that I reach for food as comfort because when I am truly hungry, eating fills what is otherwise empty. Eating is a way to “fill” myself, for me to feel fulfilled.

But we can fulfill ourselves, we can deal with our stress, boredom, sadness, depression, and any other emotion– including happiness– much more constructively. And much more healthily.

We can make a list of things we enjoy that doesn’t involve eating. Taking a walk, for instance. Treating ourselves in other ways, such as taking time every day just to relax, read, watch a movie, enjoy a bath, wind down or simply not do anything and be silent in the present moment. Slow, mindful breathing. Meditation. Talking to a friend. What about? Just about anything. Write out our emotions when we feel them, instead of eating them.

Because eating our feelings (or getting drunk or smoking or anything else to try to feel differently) won’t make them go away. On the contrary, by eating them we make them a part of us. But instead of a part that we can eventually get over and let go, after crying or being absolutely antsy or realizing how we really feel, we push it down, we make our feelings collapse under the weight of unhealthy choices, and we think we’ve exterminated them when instead we’ve ignored ourselves when we needed to be there the most.

And then as more and more of our feelings get buried under whatever we stuff ourselves with, they will band together, and they will revolt against us for ignoring them in their time of need.

If we don’t let ourselves feel our feelings, they will never go away. And we become numb, anesthetized things, not vibrant and feeling human beings.

Anesthetic only numbs the pain temporarily. It does not destroy it. Anesthetic is a temporary “solution”, and the pain returns later, tenfold as a result of trying not to feel it earlier.

Going numb is not fun. It doesn’t solve any problems and it does not make pain go away. It is a way of coping, but it is also a way of running away from ourselves, from our heart that so desperately wishes to be heard and taken care of.

The only real answer is to let ourselves feel what we feel, regardless of how painful (or even not painful) it might be. To let ourselves feel until, slowly, we naturally heal from having gone through the course of our emotions.

And then we can perhaps feel something else as a result of taking care of ourselves and continually loving ourselves– subtle and quiet, only found within ourselves. Not within anything or anyone else. Not within materialism or appearances or the superficial.

What is that feeling, that state, that journey?

You already know.

day 56

“Happiness comes from within your heart, not from your surroundings.”

Or your food, or your weight, or your body type, or validation from others.

In a dramatic, announcer-worthy voice:
Next time(s), on cynosure: The weighty issues of weight.
Losing weight won’t “make you happy” either.
(In fact, nothing can make you truly happy except yourself. But you know that already.)

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