questions people ask me a lot

{I look like Crohn’s took over my soul, BUT LOOK HOW CUTE MIKOS WAS!}

I am not naming this post a “FAQ” post because I don’t think I am important enough to warrant a FAQ post.

{did I use “warrant” correctly? That word always throws me in for a loop. Some journalism student I am}

But I’ve been getting the same questions a lot through email, comments and real life, so I figured…why the heck not.

{I really hope I am not coming across as self-absorbed. Mostly, I am just kind of bored.}

so where are you from?

this is the question I get the most (all the time, guys) and the question I hate answering the most. I swear, every time I have to introduce myself to someone, I dread this question. The answer is kind of complicated. I was born in Costa Rica by mistake (I was premature) and moved to Israel (where my parents already lived) a few weeks later. We moved from Israel when I was still young.

I have two passports, if that helps at all (and by the way, the photos are terrible. I’ve had customs officers ask me if I was having a bad day when the picture was taken. Yes, yes I was).

And I currently go to school in upstate New York. Which is so very different from New York City. Unfortunately.

{I do love my school.}

why don’t you talk to your mother? she is your mother.

first, thanks for the guilt trip. Appreciate it.

second, I do not talk to her because she abused me and mostly because she knew I was sexually molested at 14 and yet continued to have what I would consider to be an inappropriate relationship with my abuser.

also, she’s shown no remorse.

what’s your dream job?

my friend Alex and I have been working on a special project since this summer. If it comes to fruition and is successful (please God let it be successful), that would hands down be my dream job.

I would also really love to write a novel someday. Writing is my number one passion. And I would be happy to freelance in writing and maybe photography.

and let’s just say I also have marketing and public relations on my resume, which I do enjoy a lot.

I’m kind of all over the place, I guess.

what camera do you use?

I use a Nikon D3100. However, I think it really is the lens that makes all the difference.

if you still love gymnastics so much, why don’t you go back to it?

because my body is broken.

also, I am very competitive and it frustrates me to no end that I will never be as good as I once was.

I know. Petty and immature.

why are you so accident prone?

wish I knew.

I mean, I’ve got to be the only person on this planet that had an earplug stuck in her ear for over two months (lovely infection, by the way) that then needed to be surgically removed, right?

also, one time I broke my ass (I mean, my tailbone).

how did you and Mike meet?

I was walking back from class to my freshman dorm and saw his car parked right outside. I told him his car was hot because I am a loser and an embarrassment to society.

I guess the pick-up line worked?

no?

what’s your tattoo of?

a hamsa with an evil eye in the middle. “Duhhzies” (in the words of my friend Alex)

how did you recover from your eating disorder?

I think I got tired of fighting my body and throwing myself a pity party. Also, I think Mike’s mom scared me into eating.

how’ve you been feeling?

really terrible, to be honest. I really appreciate everyone’s concern though. Hopefully I get this Crohn’s into remission soon.

are you really allergic to lettuce?

for the longest time I thought I was, but now I’ve just sort of figured it really triggers my Crohn’s.

do you like Mikos or Justin Bobby better? {actually, this is Mike’s question}

why are you making me choose between my children? That’s just evil.

any travel recommendations?

oh my God, so many. I don’t think I’ve ever disliked a place I’ve been to…well, except Cuba, because I somehow got amoeba in my appendix there and had to get it taken out (the appendix, not the amoeba. Although obviously the amoeba came out with it. I hope).

{Like, who gets amoeba in their appendix? That’s just strange}

besides, I am still discovering the world myself.

how’s Mikos doing?

he seems to be doing better…

we’re still not quite sure what’s going on.

what’s with your obsession with Jennifer Aniston?

first of all, obsessed is a strong word. I just want to be her friend (or preferably, her sister).

second of all, have you watched Friends? Best show ever. Ever.

hopefully now, whenever someone asks me any of these questions, I can just be all like “clickity click here” and BAM. There you go.

dear 14-year-old-me

{video stills from my last ever gymnastics competition, at 14}

I got this idea from Bailee and I think it’s brilliant. A little eerie that she chose the age 14, however…

Dear 14-year-old-me,

I’m so sorry. This year, it just won’t be a happy one. You will be sad a lot, and hurting a lot, but even though it seems impossible now, you will get through it. I promise.

Please take it one day at a time.

When a man much older than you touches you, you will be so scared. So scared that you won’t be able to move, or fight back.

Please know that that’s okay, and that it is not your fault. He is a sick, sick perverted man, and you didn’t do anything wrong. I repeat, you did not do anything wrong.

If only you truly believe this, you will save yourself so much heartache in the future.

But please, don’t keep quiet. Tell your dad. Not vaguely, but in definite terms. Tell him. Please. He really does love you. Don’t be ashamed.

This is harsh, but you need to know the truth: your mother knows. She will not fight for you because she is sick too.

Again, it is not your fault.

Starving yourself so that you are skinny enough for your mother won’t solve anything. Please don’t go down that road. It’s deadly.

Your best friend from so many years, she will get very sick. I know you are scared for her, so I will tell you right now that she will make it through and is happy and healthy now. I also know that you are very, very angry at the people that have hurt you, and that you will take all your anger out on her, because it is safe.

I really wish you would not do this.

You are both hurting so badly, in different ways, and pushing away the best friend you ever had will not help. If only you could listen to my advice.

Lastly, please don’t quit gymnastics, the thing that you love above everything else. I know it is hard right now. I know you have little motivation. I know you’re hurting. But gymnastics, you love it so much…

gymnastics, round 2

So. This is what happened: I’ve mentioned my love for gymnastics on this little blog before. And I’ve also mentioned that I really wish I hadn’t quit at 14. Some of you told me that I should give it a second try and I totally agree. I mean, I really do love it that much.

I actually did give the sport a second try, during my sophomore year. I joined the Syracuse University gymnastics team, completely out of shape and after not having done any gymnastics whatsoever for 6+ years. The video above was taken at one of those first practices (so please don’t judge me! It had been a long time!).

Silly silly me. I dreamed of getting all my skills back, skills I could do when I was 5 inches shorter, around 40 pounds lighter and a lot STRONGER. I dreamed of being as good as I once was. I forgot how scary gymnastics is when you’re older and you realize the stuff you are doing is actually dangerous (who knew!), but I seriously gave it a good try.

Unfortunately, shortly after that, I slipped down two flights of stairs and broke my tailbone (side note: I love telling people I broke my ass), mysteriously developed a stress fracture in my left foot that is still stress fractured, put an earplug in my ear and unknowingly left it in there for over a month which caused a massive infection that spread to my throat and left me hospitalized and found out I had Crohn’s disease (seriously, the size I’m in that video? It’s like triple the size I am right now. I’ve been very sick). Not to mention, two former severe back injuries began flaring up again.

So I called it quits.

But man, sometimes I really do get the urge to flip again…

my apologies

source?

Sorry for going MIA on you guys, yet again.

My friends and Mike came to visit for the weekend. There were some ups and downs. Crohn’s is kicking my ass (quite literally, actually, if you know what I mean). My mother is still crazy and won’t leave me alone. Drunken fights are the worst (are drunken words really sober thoughts? I really hope not).

HOWEVER. I did have a lot of fun with my friends. Seriously, I love them.

And, I spent the entire weekend watching the gymnastics world championships. I just adore the Russian team. I wish I’d never quit gymnastics when I was 14.