Amy Reflection

It is hard to say that I was surprised when Amy Winehouse passed away. I knew her from the tabloids as the mess of a girl who couldn’t quite get her grip on the world around her. I wrote her off because I didn’t really know how talented she was, I knew her as an addict and I knew her as someone who was struggling with an eating disorder. For as long as I knew of her, I knew that she was on a downward spiral. The most shocking part about it to me was that no one really seemed to care about her. It wasn’t until I watched Amy that I realized what was going on behind the curtain.

You hear stories all the time about teenage stars who spiral out of control: Lindsay Lohan, Amanda Bynes, Demi Lovato. The list goes on and on and on. There is something to be said about how the most talented stars suddenly get the world swept out from under their feet. They strive so hard for perfection that in their strife, they lose sight of what they once were. They get consumed by the lifestyle of partying and drugs and people just think of them as doing what all teenagers do. It isn’t until it is too late that people realize their addiction and see them break right in from of their eyes.

This happened to Amy Winehouse in a much more magnified way. We could see her falling apart and becoming nothing, but because we are so focused on gossip and tabloids, any incident that she had was just something good to read in a magazine. We all wanted to know what was going on, but no one was willing to recognize the fact that she is an actual person who was crying out for help.