Secrets
My Confession
Dear Mama, I started writing again!, and joined a platform that gives all types of challenges to its participants. It's fun pushing myself to write in different styles, or with different prompts, or just closing my eyes and letting my fingers fly over the keyboard like I used to do in my teenage years before that dreaded day when Writer's Block struck hard.
By Laura4 years ago in Confessions
Hey Mom. I never told you this before but...
Hey Mom. I never told you this before but I got a secret job when I turned 18. The day after my 18th birthday, I started applying for every open job I could find and you encouraged me to do so. But it seemed no one wanted me. Apparently, I didn't have enough “work experience'' to work anywhere. I tried for days and days, filling out applications and trying to make a resume, but no one wanted to hire me. I know it makes no sense, but that was my situation. Anyways I wanted a job, no, I needed a job, so I found one, just not one you’d approve of. I know in a million years you still would have told me not to do this, so I had to do it in secret. My first job was actually me selling feet pics on the internet. Now, this was before Tik Tokers tried to normalize it, and advise people everywhere to try this, so there was a better market for it then. I know what you're thinking but it really wasn’t anything weird, I mean maybe a little… but I never did anything that made me uncomfortable. And I made enough money to support myself for a time. I posted a picture on Instagram of me and my friend at the beach, this was a full-body picture, head to toe. Also, side note, since I’m being honest, I didn’t have my Instagram on private, meaning that anyone could see the pictures that I posted. Later that night, a few hours after my beach pic was posted, I got a DM, a direct message, from some guy offering me 200$ to send him close-up feet pics. At first, I was weirded out and thought it was a prank, but then he cash-apped me 50$ to show that he was in fact serious. He promised the remaining balance if I would send him a picture of my feet. So … I did. I propped up my freshly pedicured feet, took a few pictures, chose the best one and sent it. A few minutes later, 150$ was sent to me and that was the beginning of my feet picture career. I always kept my feet and toes in the best conditions. I constantly exfoliated and moisturized. I used to get pedicures weekly, to ensure the best product for my customers. And every customer is different in what they want. There are different nail color preferences, different preferred angles, and different levels of cleanliness of how your feet should look. So I would message them and ask them what they wanted my feet pictures to look like. I know you're probably freaking out but I never sent anything inappropriate or got myself into dangerous situations. It was strictly feet pictures in exchange for money. And I think if you had the chance mom you would do the same thing! HAHA! I always wanted to tell you this because I feel so close and open with you but I just knew you would judge me! I’m older now, so I’m not worried. If someone is willing to pay me for my feet, why wouldn't I take advantage of that? I later got my cashier job but I still think it was easier to sell feet pictures on the internet. I have to be honest, I was not meant for 9-5 so I had to be creative and the opportunity landed in my lap. And it was good for a time so I don’t regret it but that is my big secret! Anyways, I love you mom and I’ll talk to you later!
By Krista Cross4 years ago in Confessions
Goals, GOALS, Goals
GOALS! That is the story of my life, rearranging goals and creating new ones to replace the forgotten (on purpose). I created so many goals for myself this year and I am trying to realign with the initial ones by doing check ins every once in a while. I typically do this to avoid my own work (bad habit but necessary one) and today happens to be that day.
By Chantel4 years ago in Confessions
The Ramblings of an Old Man
We fell in love. That’s how it always begins, man and woman meet, their eyes facing toward heaven, and suddenly the entire world shifts beneath their feet, transporting them across seas and oceans to each other. Infidelity and fear no more because I am here, your prince from another life, your lover that you can always lean on, even if you die. Don’t forget me because moving on always turns your head behind your back, looking into my eyes. I stare into your soul and see your fears and hopes, all seeming to align with me. That single red line on a corkboard of ideas and pictures, snapshots of music, memories, and mystery, just a thread away from a discovery that could change everything.
By Dominic Cincetti-Gallegos4 years ago in Confessions
Flower Child
Dear Mom, Happy Mother’s Day! Though I am all grown up, I will always be your sweet little girl. With a touch of sugar, sass, spice, and a dash of my favorite Schitt’s Creek character, Alexis Rose. I am the luckiest to have you as my mother, and forever grateful to you for being so understanding of my rebellious ways. I didn’t leave you with much choice to be anything but, as I decided a long time ago that you would be my very best friend, as well as my mother. Meaning, eventually, I must share everything with you that happens in my life. [Whether you like it or not, or want to hear it or not. And that you must love me for me, as that’s what mothers do best! Muahaha! (Evil laugh)]!
By Kate Zolezzi4 years ago in Confessions
To My Mother
To My Mother and the Secrets You Never Knew. Dear Mom, Time passes like the wind. Sometimes it dances by as a gentle breeze while at other times it pounds us down as furious as the hurricanes, as unforgiving as the tornados. That was our love, through time. It started out gentle. Loving is the mother’s touch. It ends in rage, before being lifted into the light of forgiveness, fading away just as the winds do over the seas and the mountains.
By Elisabeth Healy4 years ago in Confessions
Smile, Say Cheese. Runner-Up in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge. Top Story - May 2022.
Hey Mom! I never told you this before, but I did it. I ate all the cheese you specifically purchased to place on your charcuterie board. You know the one you special ordered straight from Italy? You waited months it seemed, just to try those seven different varieties of aged cheese, and I stole your moment of glory. I didn't intend to eat it all, I just wanted a little nibble of each, and why on earth would they send such small squares of cheese anyways? I mean honestly, if anyone is to blame, it simply must be them for sending such minute sample sizes. Those blocks of cheese, and I use the term "blocks" loosely, were the size of petit fours. I've seen much bigger squares of cheese placed on the ends of traps for house mice or rats. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not making any excuses for my moment of mischief. However, in my defense, I now understand the famous lays motto " betcha can't eat just one". I know this confession is twenty years overdue, but better late than never right? I'm getting way ahead of myself though with this confession , let me start from the beginning.
By ImperfectlyPerfect4 years ago in Confessions
I Know You Lied to Me
The beach, wind in your loose perm — Do you remember that day, remember it for the sake of the young ones who couldn’t? Sand, as gritty as the things we learned to love, sifting between your toes, running like the boy who was finally strong enough on his feet, unbound from the earth, free to roam. Do you remember the tide that taunted us? I wanted to crawl into the sea, but you held me instead while we built a castle out of salt and sand and pretended we were royalty.
By Sam Eliza Green4 years ago in Confessions
