In the End

It's been two days since I last checked my blog. I've just been really busy lately. 

Do you know that feeling of pure joy that you get in your stomach when you know someone is proud of you, when you know someone is supporting you, when you know someone loves you? Well I have that right now. I got on and I had two comments on one of my blogs. It's childish to feel this way, I know. But I'm just glad to know that people actually read the stuff I post. 

"...in the end it's not about what you have 
in the end it's all about where you wanna go 
and the roads you take to get there I hope you think that's fair 

cause you've only got one life to lead so don't take for granted those little things 
those little things are all that we have..."

"This is the House that Doubt Built" -- A Day to Remember 

I love this part of this song because it actually has a meaning to me. It talks about the roads you take determine where you end up going -- Heaven or Hell. I blogged some time ago about taking things for granted. You shouldn't take anything for granted because you're never guaranteed tomorrow. You should cherish everything that happens and everything you have. 

Love, Bee. (: 

A Little Motivation

What's one thing you like about yourself? Just one thing.
If I had to answer this question, I honestly don't know what in the world I would say. Negative thoughts go through my head all the time. I tell myself I'm ugly, useless, and that everyone hates me. This isn't true. Watch the video and then leave your answer in a comment about one thing you truly like about yourself.

I think I like the fact that people seem to come to me when they're down. I offer hugs and motivation and all that jazz. I think I like the fact that I'm there for people.

This video has a meaning. It doesn't matter what you look like. Who are you trying to impress?


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nReOeW1UckI

Love, Bee (:
Enjoy the video!
Pardon the language.
I love Shane Dawson.

Take the Opportunities

I was on Facebook the other day.

This guy, who we will call J, had posted his status as something that affected me.

I don’t know this guy, I’ve never met him. He dated my friend for a long time and added me so I was like “Sure” and accepted it.

His status was:

“SO SICK OF ALL THIS IDIOTIC BULLCRAP YOU GET ON MY EVERLASTING NERVERS
DONT EVEN TRY TO APOLOGIZE I'M  DONE 
WITH IT ALL HOW BOUT I JUST CRAWL IN A DITCH SOMEWHERE WOULD YOU EVEN CARE. LETS SEE HOW MANY WOULD CARE LIKE THIS STATUS IF U....
WOULD MISS ME IF I VANISHED JUST WHENT POOF” 

I was tempted to hit the like button. I wanted to comment. I wanted to message him and lead him to this blog. I wanted to tell him that life was worth living and that tons of people loved him and that if he went "poof" it would break tons of people. I didn't. I thought to myself "He doesn't know me. It would just be weird." 

Now, three days later, I regret not hitting the like button or commenting. I regret not taking the time to talk to this guy about life and the people that love him. I regret not telling him about God and God's love. I regret listening to my head when it told me not to do anything. I regret not trying to save this boy.

He didn't kill himself. He didn't go "poof".

Even though I didn't do anything for this guy, I saw that 32 people liked his status and there were 16 comments on it. 

I wish I would have had the guts to say something to this guy. It's never too late. I'm going to talk to him. 

Well, that's all for today. 

Love, Bee (: 

www.sixbillionsecrets.com

Every day, I vote on submissions. I can't press no. Everyone deserves to be heard. I created this website for people to be heard. I like to believe that some people read it. I don't know for sure. I submit a secret once a week. It consists of a piece of encouragement and the link to this blog. It never actually gets posted but I have a feeling some people voting on submissions might see it and visit. (At least I like to believe they take the time to visit.) 

It's never too late to change your life or change the life of another person.

Love, Bee. 

Hey Guys!

Hey guys, I have an email specifically set up for you.
letyoursecretbeheard@gmail.com

Feel free to email me with anything. Whether it is a response to a blog or something going on in your life that you just need to talk to someone about... I'm here for you guys.

Love, Bee. (:

PS: if there is a specific topic you think I should blog about, let me know... I'll see what I can do.

Our Time is Now

Little Mikey-Dee was the one in class who everyday got brutally harassed. This went on for years ‘til he decided that never again would he shed another tear. So he walked through the door grabbed the .44 out of his father’s dresser drawer. He said, “I can’t take life no more.” And like that, life can be lost. But this isn’t even about that, all of us just sat back. We watched it happen; thinking ‘It’s not my responsibility to solve a problem that isn’t even about me’. This is our problem. This is just one of the daily scenarios in which we choose to close our eyes instead of doing the right thing. If we make the choice to be the voice for those who don’t stand up for themselves, how many lives could be saved, changed, rearranged? Now it’s our time to pick a side. So don’t keep walking by not wanting to intervene because you just want to exist and never be seen. Let’s wake up, change the world. Our time is now.

("Hero" by Superchick) 

I don't have much to say. I think what is written above is pretty self-explanatory. 

Anything you do can change someone else's life; in a good way or a bad way. 

Be positive in everything you.

Encourage one another, even if it calls for you to go out of your comfort zone.

Show love to the people that seem to be "losers" and have no friends.

LIFE IS WORTH LIVING. 

"Everything is always okay in the end, if it’s not okay, then it’s not the end." 

Love, Bee (: 

Because We're All Getting Tired of the Media

What are your thoughts on the media? 

Honestly, I don't like the media. It's not my favorite thing in the world. I don't like looking at the fake girls on the front of magazine covers or in the ads on the internet. I don't like watching commercials about how to get skinnier or prettier. 

My thoughts: The media makes girls feel less than worthy of anything. Girls are never skinny enough, never have the right clothes, never have the right hair style or color, girls are never good enough. This is totally wrong. I don't believe that the head turner should be what you wear but it should be the fact that you aren't afraid to be yourself. Makeup doesn't matter. It doesn't make you pretty. Natural beauty is what's best. Covering up your face with a pound of makeup doesn't make you totally beautiful! 

I don't think being skinny has anything to do with being beautiful. I have tons of overweight friends that are gorgeous. You don't have to weigh 80 pounds at the age of 16 to be pretty. Guys are demeaning, I know. I've dealt with it before. Girls are mean and gossip - get over it, their thoughts don't matter. 

What matters is that you are beautiful without having to listen to the media about what you should wear, what you should weight, et cetera. 

Be yourself and don't change for anyone. That's what true beauty is. 

You're unique in your own way. It's beautiful. 

YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL AND DON'T LET ANYONE TELL YOU DIFFERENTLY.