The Story Behind The Blog

Sharing an entry that I shared with my graphic group...

 

 The story behind my Blog...

 

"Winivere" stands for "she who wins," although I have had a bit of difficulty winning at my job search these past few months...  I consider myself a woman of "strength, honor, survival, and courage"... This is why you will always find women of strength in my journal...

 

 

Being a product of "damaged goods," it has always been hard for me to see myself as "pretty" or "beautiful." It wasn't until I left my family and was on my own that I began to work at shaping my body to what I wanted it to look like...

 

Marilyn Monroe has always been my image of real "beauty." I have no intention of looking like a stick... I believe that the curves of a woman are the "imperfections" that make her "perfect."

 

When I was in college and when I lived my life as a single parent, I worked out and jogged at least five to six days a week. My body was strong and I was in great shape...

 

But then, I had a bad car accident and I broke a lot of bones. I died and I came back to life... The doctors said that if I survived that I would be in a wheelchair the rest of my life...

 

I was a single parent with two kids... There was no way that I was going to live the rest of my life in a wheelchair! It was the power of the mind that brought me back to life and back to health... but it was a hard struggle and I have had many health problems ever since...

 

 

"The Glass Box" comes from a recurring dream that I have always had of myself in a glass box... In my blog, I refer back to the Glass Box as the place to keep that special treasure... the Venus of myself that is within... My quest is to break free from the Glass Box and become the slim, strong self that I used to be...

 

 

 

My "home" was in Corpus Christi but we moved to Rockport because of a new job... After my baby left to college and after eight years of no vacation, I paid my mother and my brother a visit...

 

My mother and my brother have property in the Valley...  Although my brother is the favorite, my mother and my brother had not talked in 15 years... so I decided to leave my job and I came to look for work in the Valley... It took me two years to convince my brother to forgive my mother and it took a lot of work to make my mother see that she had to change the way she talked to my brother... 

 

I hate the Valley. It is like living in Mexico... It is hard to believe that I have been here almost a decade already... Since I have been here, I have fallen at least four times... and with each fall, the strength of my body has diminished, especially the power in my legs, and I have herniated disks in my lower back... Even putting on clothes, doing housework, and going up and down the stairs is difficult... I feel as if the Valley has pushed me deeper into the Glass Box...

 

 

The Woman in the Glass Box began as documentation of my journey towards weightloss... The picture you see on the side of my journal is the picture of me after I lost 50 lbs... But then life happened...

               again...

 

and I gained the weight back... Will I ever be able to rescue the Woman in the Glass Box... or will she be but a memory of what could have been?!#... My story continues...

 

 

Since then, my journal has transformed itself into a Pandora's Box as I struggle for self... a place of refuge... a place of shared emotions, encouragement, wisdom, and helpful hints for myself that has somehow found its way into the lives of strangers...

 

It has become a placeof new friendships and of more emotional support than I have ever had in my entire life... Sure, readers come and go, but while they are there, it helps to endure the struggles of everyday life...

 

 

A loyal friend is like a safe shelter;

find one, and you have found a treasure.

Nothing else is as valuable;

there is no way of putting a price on it.

~ Sirach 6:14-16

 

Friends are God's way

 of apologizing for family.

xox