And I'm Not Jenny
"And I'm Not Jenny" #s 1-20 appear in Tara Rebele's And I'm Not Jenny (Slope Editions, 2005). This blog will continue the "And I'm Not Jenny" series from AINJ and is open to anyone's contributions. Please email your Not Jenny monologues to Tara Rebele: tararebele (at) tararebele (dot) com. All Not Jenny monologues will be published anonymously, so don't worry about sharing your deepest, darkest Not Jenny moments.
1.14.2017
Not Jenny
"Jenny doesn't accidentally look twelve..."
5.25.2012
I've never been Jenny. I'm not Jenny now, I won't ever be.
I'm thinking I'd like to be Joni.
5.11.2012
"Not (going to be with a) Jenny"
"Not Jason"
"Jenny isn't what I see when I look in the mirror. "
1.17.2011
Too Pale To Be Jenny
1.06.2011
"He wanted me to be Jenny."
Too bad for him my long lost Friends helped me realize I could never be Jenny, and didn't want to be. Especially for his Dumb ass. Everyone missed ME. They FUCKING HATED Jenny. The dumb bitch.
The stupid piece of shit actually cried when I was getting out of the car. I just looked at him and said "You're not sad, you never even liked the real me."
When he drove away I swear I saw Jenny in the back seat banging on the window mouthing the words "Help me." Guess even Jenny wasn't Jenny enough.
7.17.2010
Recovery Jenny
I am not jenny, but I am dying to be. You wanna know why? Jenny can actually BE a TEENAGER. Jenny can be present in her life. Jenny can eat what her body wants and be okay with that. Jenny can wear a bikini and feel confident.
I dream to be Jenny and hopefully one day... I will be. I want to be able to spontaneously go out with a friend for ice cream, or share popcorn with my boyfriend at the movies. I want to get dessert on my birthday and actually eat it!
I want to listen to what my body wants and be okay with that, instead of ignoring it. I want to become one with my body, like Jenny is with hers. I want to eat what I am in the mood for.
Jenny is always social. I want to be social. I am tired ( pun intended) of isolating and having to stay home because I don’t have enough energy to go out. I don’t want invites that involve food to be turned down anymore. I want to have the energy to do what I want, go where I want and be with who I want. I want to live. I want to get close to people. I’m sick of having to run home to sleep because I am so weak and tired. Jenny told me, she used to miss out on so much, but not anymore.
I want to be present at my graduation. I want to experience college. I don’t want to be held back anymore. I want to have children, get married, be a therapist.
I want to be able to focus. I want to be able to stay warm without wearing ten layers of clothing. I want to have long beautiful hair – like Jenny. I want nice teeth and nice nails. I want to dance and party and travel. Jenny has been all over the world … boy, am I jealous! I want to be okay with my body. No, I want to love my body – inside and out.
Enough about me. I want to be like Jenny! Jenny finally loves herself. It took a while, but she does. Jenny eats what she wants and goes where she wants. Jenny is the decision maker in her life. Jenny feels in control of her life for the right reasons. Jenny has positive coping skills. She loves nature, writing, animals, traveling etc. Jenny can exercise and stop when she wants to. Jenny even wears whatever she wants and doesn’t depend on the size to make her feel “ okay.” Jenny no longer weighs herself… she doesn’t have to. She knows that she is healthy and okay. Jenny lives in the moment. She doesn’t look to her past and she doesn’t look to her future. She knows that the past is done with and the future is unknown.
Jenny does well in school. She has the energy to stay up at night studying or stay after school for extra help. Jenny even allows herself a midnight snack if she gets hungry while studying. Jenny gets great grades and gets involved in her classes.
Jenny actually sees and feels nature when she takes a walk. She isn’t thinking how many calories she is burning or how fast she can go. Nope. She is present. She breathes in the fresh air, smells the flowers, waves to her neighbors. She watches the bee’s buzz, the birds fly and the clouds move.
Well, I am not Jenny, but I hope to be. I am on my way to becoming Jenny and I cant wait! Jenny told me that I will be okay, just like her. She told me that I can be happy. She told me to live my life and that weight and numbers are not the most important thing in ones life. She told me, “ food is not the enemy.” Jenny gave me great advice. “Listen to your body and youll be okay.” Relax, breath and have faith, are words of advice she also gave me. “Never forget… happiness comes from within,” Jenny smiled. Jenny is happy, and guess what? One day, I will be too.
5.16.2010
I Can Hear You, Jenny
I’m Not Jenny
Just read And I'm Not Jenny for a class. I loved it. Here is what I wrote.
5.15.2010
Oh How Nice For Her...
4.25.2007
Not Jenny 28
Not Jenny 27
Not Jenny 26
"I didn't just study acting," says Jenny, "I went to a Con-SER-va-to-ry."
"To ... study acting, right?" I reply, honestly looking for clarification.
"Well yes," she says, "but when you study acting at a Con-SER-va-to-ry, that is all you know. From graduation day on, acting it is all you can do -- It's a huge sacrifice."
"I see," I say, "So ... are you acting now?"
"Oh yes," Jenny answers, "I act all the time."
3.28.2007
Not Jenny 25
One way a Not Jenny like me can become a Jenny is by association with an actual Jenny. For example, last week I was briefly adopted by a bona fide Jenny while we were on our way to work. I was walking through the park with my iPod secretly blaring some completely Not Jenny music when my path intersected with the path of a total Jenny who was also walking with an iPod. (Let's not kid ourselves, they all have iPods.)
Jenny looked at me and my iPod and she smiled at us. I flashed back my best pleasedon'tnoticethatiamnotJennyjustthisonceplease counter-smile and she bought it completely. The next think I knew the earbuds were out and she was chatting me up. She was completely chatting up totally Not Jenny me. A Not Jenny who had, not five seconds earlier, been privately rocking out to music so Not Jenny that even mentioning the artist in the presence of a Jenny would make her pooh talcum powder in disgust. But my secret remained undiscovered and for that brief moment, I was Jenny too.
Everyone was jealous.
I tried to think of Jenny things to say and commented that the iPod was great because it made it socially acceptable to ignore people. "You just say you didn't hear them," I said, and laughed like a Jenny I once new. She laughed too and said, "You must be dead inside like Jenny and I!" The banter continued until a block later when our paths diverged and I was Not Jenny again. We waved goodbye, popped the earbuds back in and got back to ignoring people like me.
God, I love my iPod.
12.06.2006
Not Jenny 24
I think they know. There is no way I'm Jenny. Even going under the
scalpel, breast augmentations, puffier lips, and a "tummy tuck." They
become beautiful, I become Frankenstein, right down to the nuts and
bolts. My blond locks have just as much shine and body, my eyelashes
are just as long, but it's like they know. They always know. They have
radar. And I have an Adam's Apple. I can't ever be Jenny, I'll always
just be Johnny.
11.14.2006
Not Jenny 23
I have to admit the truth, I’m getting a little old to deceive myself
any longer. I am not, nor have I ever been, a Jenny. At least not
yet…
Hope springs eternal, or so they say, so maybe there is still a chance
for me. If I can just set a goal, eat less, exercise more, and start
taking better care of myself. The kids are grown and don’t need my
attention any more, life is simpler, and I can devote 24/7 to my
self-improvement plan. I can become a middle-aged Jenny. These middle
aged Jennys must exist somewhere, Jennys have to grow up and reach
their middle age.
Watch out world, a new Jenny is about to make her debut! I can do it.
I know I can do it.
I am going to start this plan right away,but first, let me check in
with the Oprah show and see just what these middle aged, Jenny, role
models are like.
Oh gosh! There she is! The Jenny I’ve always dreamed of becoming!
That will be me in just a short time. Life will be perfect when I
become her. And, the secret to her success is …
What? I have to do all of that to become a Jenny! No way. I can
never rise that early, exercise that much, and eat that horrid food.
Forget it!
But, as they say, hope springs eternal. Maybe it won’t be quite so
much work to become a senior citizen Jenny if I just wait another 10
years.
Not Jenny #22
Jenny. Pretty Jenny smoked buds. Big shimmery fatties with purple threads. Smoke encircled her head like a wreath. Hair like Rapunzel- soft with daisys and dreads. Jenny could feeeeeeeeeel the music and touch it just between the notes. She could taste it. She did. A sister of golden hair surprise. At shows, it was always Jenny touching, becoming light- Jenny got real meaning from being high as a kite. Jenny was experienced. Jenny and her lover had tantric sex. We could watch. They touched God. They were God. God. Jenny in the sky with diamonds. Beautiful butterfly. Free. Loved. Amity enveloped her like a cloak of loveliness. So true and earthy.Me. My buds were tiny and laced. Enthreaded with sadness. Always looking for the confident beauties. Kept tasting. Puffed them all. And then some. My spark never lit. My lover, how he enticed me, named me bitch and whore. No wait... what was it? Cumdumpster. But how he could touch between the vibrations! Like Jenny! He probably touched God with Jenny. Was God. Music tinkling, echoing against my yellow teeth, shaky limbs &
thin skin, me always slurring over notes out of my grasp. Tripping and falling into the back of a cruiser. No cloak for me. Coughing and spacey. Earthy and dirty. Just filthy. Still ugly.
1.14.2005
And I'm Not Jenny
This blog will continue the "And I'm Not Jenny" series from AINJ and is open to anyone's contributions. Please email your Not Jenny monologues to Tara Rebele: tararebele (at) tararebele (dot) com.
All Not Jenny monologues will be published anonymously, so don't worry about sharing your deepest, darkest Not Jenny moments.