Glitter Tales

Resolution Real Talk

A writer falls in love with an idea and gets carried away.

Doris Lessing

Growing up I was always so fascinated with writing. I love crafting stories of love, humor, pain, and much more to convey my feelings for anybody to listen to. Some stories were very close to home, while others were fantasy worlds with characters you couldn’t imagine.  My favorite classes in high school always happened to be English courses, but it was my creative writing classes that to this day still have a place in my heart.

Last year, I found myself journaling quite a bit more and the yearning to write short stories kicked in. The yearning kept growing and growing until I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I knew I needed to do something about it. That’s where Glitter Tales was born. Glitter (it’s my favorite color) because it represents adding a little sparkle of reality, humor, and fun in the form of short stories for millennials everywhere!

These stories are catered toward the millennial, but I’m sure that any generation will be able to easily relate. Since this is week one, I’m starting with a tale that we can all relate to in our lives….resolutions.


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Karen stared down at her scale with a dull ache. Seeing a number over 200 was foreign to her. Standing at 5’9”, she never really paid attention to her weight. She was a star athlete on her high school soccer team, but adulthood had caught up and she could see it.

Maybe it was the mindless evenings of just one more glass of red wine, which almost all the time ended up being the whole bottle. Perhaps the cheez-its weren’t the best idea for lunch (and sometimes dinner). As she continued to ponder her poor choices, all Karen could think about was the Taco Bell Spicy Beef Nacho Crunchwrap she had for dinner the night before. Followed by an evening of laughing, dancing, and drowning so much bubbly champagne that she still continued to regret her Uber ride home.

Just thinking about her eating habits made her cringe, but her drinking habits made her want to pass out. She never looked at herself as “overweight,” but standing on her scale changed her perspective. Karen thought long and hard at the last time she could even remember eating something that wasn’t fried or drenched in ranch. The aching pain got stronger and Karen could feel an extra ten pounds drag her shoulders down.

As she stepped off the scale, she caught her reflection in the mirror and stopped. When did she become so consumed with her looks? When did she become so unaware of her strength as a woman?

Karen took a long hard look at herself and laughed. She felt the imperfections on her body jiggle a bit with the giggles and faced herself in a new light. Pushing her shoulders back and standing up taller, Karen confidently glared at her reflection. Deep down inside, she knew she could change – she wanted to. She was going to make a conscious effort to do better by her body. To love herself, live through her food regrets, and make the necessary changes to a lead a healthier lifestyle – each and every day. Her first step, laughing – it burns calories right?!?

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6 Comments

  • Reply Stephanie

    Looooove this! Storytelling is where it’s at, and your writing skills just make it even more perfect. We need to get you a literary agent– I smell a best-selling anthology!

    January 7, 2016 at 11:06 am
    • Reply Sevi Ware

      You are so sweet and one of my biggest supporters <3 I appreciate you so much!

      January 13, 2016 at 5:10 pm
  • Reply Kyrra

    I love this. And you literally could have replaced Karen with Kyrra. I feel all those things, well not the Taco Bell or the Uber ride, but the feeling of being consumed by my looks, and depressed with the number I see on the scale. Unhappy with how I look and feel, discouraged that when I decide to “eat healthy” I end up eating an entire box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese or loading up on the alfredo sauce and too much pasta. Almost 10 months out and I still eat like I’m pregnant. I fake it real well, but I’ve had a lot of insecurities about my body and how I look for as long as I can remember. But, over the past couple of days I’ve made a couple small changes (salads for lunch and dinner, started a new “job”) and I’m hoping that in a couple of weeks/months I’ll start to feel differently and better. And I do have my days when I’ve done my hair and make up and my outfit actually fits and looks the way I want it to that I feel really great about myself. Or days when I look at my body before getting into the shower and I say to myself “Yeah, you’ve got some squishy parts and some stretch marks, but shit, YOU. MADE. A. HUMAN.” Those days are much fewer and farther between, but I want to change my thinking and my words because I never NEVER want Sophia to look at herself and think she isn’t the most beautiful, perfect human that has ever lived.

    Whoa… that was a lot more transparent and honest than I really anticipated when I started typing. Long story short, this post spoke to me. I can relate.

    January 8, 2016 at 9:12 am
    • Reply Sevi Ware

      I already texted you about this. I love you and we can get through this together. Plus, your human is ADORABLE!

      January 13, 2016 at 5:12 pm
  • Reply Valery Brennan

    Yay I love this so much! So glad you’re using this space to share a new form of your strengths <3

    January 8, 2016 at 6:54 pm
    • Reply Sevi Ware

      Thank you Valery! I’m looking forward to sharing more stories <3

      January 13, 2016 at 5:12 pm

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