Photobiography in 4 Parts

These are all projects from the Dove Learning to Love You More website! You should try some!

#52.
Me: Hi Mom!
Mom: Hey Ash! What’s up?
Me: I have something to tell you.
Mom: Ok what’s up?
Me: I hate that you drink so much. The way you act when you drink really makes me feel uncomfortable.
Mom: What do you mean?
Me: You say things that hurt my feelings sometimes. You act really crazy when you are drunk. You stumble around, and sometimes you cry, and you react really harshly to things people say. I really hate when I come home to visit for the weekend and you drag Daddy out to all of those bars. I know he hates it, and I know that’s not where he really needs to be after his stroke. I have the feeling he only goes with you to watch out for you. You drink more than me, and I’m a college student.
Mom: I didn’t know you felt that way…
Me: I love you a lot, I’m just worried. You drive drunk and you leave candles burning in the house and you act out. I just want you to be safe.
Mom: I really never meant to hurt you.
Me: I know you didn’t. I hope I didn’t hurt your feelings.






# 70.
Goodbye loving those who don’t love me the way I need to be loved.
Goodbye lying about how I really feel.
Goodbye being too shy to speak up.
Goodbye procrastination.
Goodbye sitting in the back and hoping I’m not noticed.
Goodbye eating out of boredom.
Goodbye not asking for help when I feel overwhelmed and really need it.
Goodbye thinking I’m not good enough for people who really aren’t good enough for me.
Goodbye wishing my life away.
Goodbye hoping things will happen instead of putting forth an effort to making them happen.
Goodbye Terrance.
Goodbye Jennifer.
Goodbye wishing I looked like everyone else.




#55.

This is what I was wearing on my 23rd birthday. There were times when I didn’t think I would make it to 23. I took my shoes off and danced in the street.





The Golden Shadow
I’m sure of myself. I walk with my head held high; I strut. I’m never nervous of what people will think of me. I know just what to say; I say what I feel. I don't sit in any corners, and I never hope that no one notices me. I'm proud of myself and all of my choices. I have imperfections and I own them, never dwell on them. I'm near myself and far from wishing I was you.