New Year, New You // A Poem about the Falsities of New Year’s Resolutions

An end. Or a beginning. You decide. As December comes to a close
And January looms with its “Change your life!” “Lose the weight!” “Start anew!” mantras
screaming at you from every side. And you begin to think:
“What should I change? To check the box,
To fit the mold, To be the ideal
The TV advertises?” So you buy the gym membership
Or the new planner Or the as-seen-on-TV miracle cream. You start a blog,
Or give up dessert, Or get a makeover. But do you really feel different? Or is your inside still whispering,
“You aren’t enough.” Because as well-intentioned
As your resolutions might be The problem isn’t the weight
Or the wardrobe Or how often you eat dessert. The problem starts with the
Words you say To yourself. About yourself. And ingrain in yourself. So no matter what you
Try to change, It’ll never matter if
You hate yourself on the inside. So this is an end,
But let’s make it a beginning Not for weight loss or
Skin-deep changes. Instead a beginning from
The inside out. And an end to that
Little voice.

6 thoughts on “New Year, New You // A Poem about the Falsities of New Year’s Resolutions

  1. This is really great Kaitlin!!! I totally agree with you. Weight loss plans are great and all, but not if you're shaming yourself and forcing yourself to do it. You should tell yourself you can be healthier, or better, but you shouldn't tell yourself that you're fat and that you need to change. On the flip side, letting yourself love yourself the way you are is also great, but letting it run rampant could over-inflate your ego and you could convince yourself you are perfectly fine even if actually, say, you ARE overweight or you ARE disorganized or whatever. Yes, have self-confidence, but never forsake your health in the process.

  2. Hi, I just want a advice. I went to my grandmother's house and my cousin lives there and the first time I looked at her I got surprised and I thought: "wow she is so pretty now!". We were friends 6 years ago the first time we met and I was 12 and she 10; now she is 16 and I'm 18. And 9 days ago when I got there after we great each other she went outside where my others cousins were, then I did the same and we started conversation then we were talking and was getting late, my others cousins they left and was just us and we were talking about random stuffs till we were talking about eggs and she said that uncooked it's disgusting so I challenged her to eat it uncooked, then we kept talking about random stuff till we both got sleepy. Next day my little cousin went to the house, so she was doing things at kitchen and me and my cousin were talking about her – yeah about her and he is just 12 – and he asked me if I thought she beautiful and I said yes and she heard her name at the conversation. Then she made he said what we were talking about her and he said. Couple minutes after my other cousin went where we were, outside and she was with me trying to eat the uncooked egg, she tried twice and she failed and we got at challenges talks they challenged me to eat a plant, I did, the he challenged her to kiss me and she said: " I don't know it's not just up to me, we have to know if he accepts" and I said: "yes". So we were trying to find a place to kiss and we were failing over and over and I was nervous cause I had never kissed a girl before. My grandma calls her and I went this kind of bed that we have at the northeast brazilian, I was there and she showed up at the door and said: "let's get this over with" and kissed me. So after that we were exchanging looks and I was thinking that she likes me and I didn't know I was right, in the next days we kissed more times and yesterday I had to come back home with my family so we kissed the last time and no one knows. Now I am 2400 km away from her and there, there isn't internet. I fucking miss her and I wish we lived nearby each other so we could be date. Do you have any advice to me please? And I am sorry for my english.

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