Something Real

Cheers to Heather Demetrios for making me hate a character almost as much as I hate Dolores Umbridge.

It always fascinates me when a writer can make me want to strangle their characters, because I'm really not a violent person (I saw a dead fish the other day and almost cried). But I mean it when I say that I despised Beth Baker, because a mother is supposed to protect and love and fight for her children. 

Bonnie™ Baker's voice was so strong throughout her entire story, and this proves that Heather Demetrios is a fantastic writer. She helped me remember what it's like to be a young girl afraid to go against anything her parents say. My parents are wonderful and they have never tried to put me on a reality show; however, if my dad said I needed to be home by eleven then that was law, and I was home by ten forty-five. Demetrios has written a story about a young girl who realizes she's turning into an adult. The only unfortunate part is Bonnie™ is learning this with the entire world watching her on Baker's Dozen. 

Reality television is fun to watch, but I think deep down we all know it's balderdash. Something Real is a really interesting book, because it showcases the scripted side of reality t.v. 

“Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimeters inside your skull”

And nothing ever really is. Even Bonnie™'s name isn't her own; it's trademarked. She is not allowed to be her own person, and that's why she decides to become Chloe.  She doesn't want anyone to own her name or her. But no one can ever take away how you feel or how you think or who you are. You own your own thoughts, and you should never be ashamed or concerned or afraid of how you think or feel.

“Even Mom doesn't understand how being in front of a camera all the time twists and warps you. How one second it makes you feel unbelievably alive and the next publicly strips you down until all that's left is one big question mark.”

I sometimes wonder what it would be like to not have a Facebook account, because even I have been found guilty of being upset that only twenty people told me 'Happy Birthday' on my "wall". Most of us get excited when our pictures are liked and when our statuses are witty and catchy, and then we somehow feel less when no one comments on our new job update. But it's all of the people who really and truly don't matter who refuse to like a picture of your adorable dog.

All of the people who really love you are going to call you to see how you are doing. They are going to make an effort to see how your birthday was. They are going to FaceTime you to talk because they want to see your face. They are going to write you long letters just because they feel compelled to. And my real friends text and call and FaceTime with me on a weekly basis. My real friends want to read my stories and hear about my book ideas. My real friends write down all of their favorite quotes by me from my blog. My real friends don't care about commenting on Facebook because they see my photos in texts before anyone else sees them. 

"There's no telling what anyone will do once a camera's on them."

I love making photos with my Polaroid and film camera because they show life as it really is. I can't go back and retake a moment. I can't make it any more perfect than it already is. And I think we are all guilty of seeing our double chins and asking someone to retake a picture from a higher angle, but it's not real life. We all act so different on social media. We all want to post the very best pictures of ourselves. And we are always being watched; we always have eyes on us. 

But it's really magical when you can find people who help you feel comfortable. It's magical when someone else makes you feel like you can be yourself. You can relax and not worry about what you say and how you say it because you know the people around you love you for who you are and not what you have. And I'm so glad to have found friends who think I'm special even when I'm messy.