Confessions of an INFP by Anita MacRed lips may be parted
by acknowledging their redness.
I am not a pretty face
or man-hating woman.
I am not a thing to want,
in the best and worst ways.
It is not self-pity
or self-loathing,
only the twist of my mind
and my way.
03/12/2009 Author's Note: It's come a long way. You can see the draft in my journal.
Posted on 03/13/2009 Copyright © 2024 Anita Mac
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Posted by Anne Boulender on 03/13/09 at 04:54 AM I'm an INFJ, I was an INFP, but there is too much of a lack of justice in the world. At any rate, I think its a real waste if you really think you aren't a pretty face or a thing to want b/c that's not even true. There are so many ugly people in the world who have no idea how ugly they are from the inside out, that I have to interject when someone who doesn't fit that criteria wastes time on thinking less of themselves than they should. |
Posted by Nanette Bellman on 03/13/09 at 04:33 PM That second stanza is quite a declaration. This piece is amazingly strong and has great ownership to it. |
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/13/09 at 09:53 PM ...i yearn to be an INFP, because my ESFP gets me in as many messes as any self-loathing, i've done my share of that %^&%$+ and i'm also a chameleon, which of course is not fun in the ego department, so i'd hug what you call your ugliness and hope you wouln't/don't laugh at my big ears...a stout write. yeah, gutsy[puttin' it out there], real. |
Posted by Kristi Paik on 03/17/09 at 04:05 AM I love how you classified yourself as an INFP, but mentioned what you aren't, not so much what that means. Very clever and heart felt. Great piece Anita :) |
Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 03/17/09 at 03:00 PM i had to google infp... and maybe you should be a man hater, men are jerks. i like this. |
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