This morning before work, I read an article about things every fat girl should know. While I found it to be extremely self-confidence boosting and really a great read all around, I was left with one lingering thought: The idea that you should love someone because of something, rather than in spite of something. The article itself was talking about not settling for someone who likes/loves you in spite of your extra body weight, but rather because of your extra body weight. (i.e. I love you in spite of your fat body, vs. I love you because you are curvy/thick.) It was such a mind-opening concept and I genuinely believe it to hold true in most circumstances, but while I was at work, I thought of a few events in which I would hope it to not be true:
1. I love you because of your terrible body odor.
2. I love avocados because of the horrible texture and color reminiscent of baby poop.
3. I love dogs because of the excessive amount of saliva they produce.
4. I love flying because of the long lines to go through security.
5. I love Indiana because of the fact that I cannot legally purchase alcohol on Sundays.
6. I love dancing because of the way it makes me look like a cow having a seizure.
I could make it a ten item list, but I think you get it by now.
If you're interested in reading the article, you can find it here. No, but really, you should probably read it. Especially if you have less than perfect self-confidence. Or you have zero self-confidence. It's pretty fantastic.
I'm feeling like a superhero today. Oh yeah. #beautycannotbecontained #notevenbyglassesandlackofmakeup
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Sunday, May 5, 2013
Sunday, February 10, 2013
My Valentine's Day
So I guess today is my Valentine's Day.
Or something like that.
I'm sitting in bed, eating Dove chocolate hearts (Believe in those you love and Be a little mysterious.) I'm listening to Nat King Cole. I'm wearing red pajamas. I have a warm cat at my feet. My day was awful except for the past...hour? two hours? It was certainly rough, but it was of my own doing.
And those damn bags.
Seriously, WalMart, let's invest in some nicer bags. Can we not just pay a little bit more for some extra plastic to make certain that each bag opens as it should? To make certain that each bag stays together even when I put a pencil in it? Is that too much to ask?!
Back to Valentine's Day.
"Celebrate family and friends."
I watched this video tonight from SoulPancake (which is a really awesome site Rainn Wilson has helped to coordinate) and the video was all about love. Made me cry. Maybe I cried because I'm overly emotional right now, or maybe I cried because it really was a touching video. You be the judge. I posted it on Facebook, but I'll link you here, too. Why? Because, well, it's just that good. Watch it. Right now. HERE. Be warned, you may very well cry if you have a heart.
"Despite a common misconception, true love exists."
When I think about love, many things physically happen subconsciously.
1. My tongue presses hard against the back of my teeth. This hurts a lot.
2. I cry.
3. I reach for cats.
4. I write lists.
5. I call someone to cuddle.
Wait? Is that like saying that thinking about love is like making booty calls for cuddling? ...one will never know.
This Valentine's Day, I will be at school. I will be working. I will visit the Y after class. I will carry on my routine as usual for this semester.
Maybe something will change. Maybe it won't. Odds are against me in the changing habit category, but all it really takes is one moment. One person. You can change it all.
Valentine's Day 2013: A day for change. (and not for change that results in fatteh 2013 edition.)
I did not actually call someone to cuddle. But I wish I did.
Or something like that.
I'm sitting in bed, eating Dove chocolate hearts (Believe in those you love and Be a little mysterious.) I'm listening to Nat King Cole. I'm wearing red pajamas. I have a warm cat at my feet. My day was awful except for the past...hour? two hours? It was certainly rough, but it was of my own doing.
And those damn bags.
Seriously, WalMart, let's invest in some nicer bags. Can we not just pay a little bit more for some extra plastic to make certain that each bag opens as it should? To make certain that each bag stays together even when I put a pencil in it? Is that too much to ask?!
Back to Valentine's Day.
"Celebrate family and friends."
I watched this video tonight from SoulPancake (which is a really awesome site Rainn Wilson has helped to coordinate) and the video was all about love. Made me cry. Maybe I cried because I'm overly emotional right now, or maybe I cried because it really was a touching video. You be the judge. I posted it on Facebook, but I'll link you here, too. Why? Because, well, it's just that good. Watch it. Right now. HERE. Be warned, you may very well cry if you have a heart.
"Despite a common misconception, true love exists."
When I think about love, many things physically happen subconsciously.
1. My tongue presses hard against the back of my teeth. This hurts a lot.
2. I cry.
3. I reach for cats.
4. I write lists.
5. I call someone to cuddle.
Wait? Is that like saying that thinking about love is like making booty calls for cuddling? ...one will never know.
This Valentine's Day, I will be at school. I will be working. I will visit the Y after class. I will carry on my routine as usual for this semester.
Maybe something will change. Maybe it won't. Odds are against me in the changing habit category, but all it really takes is one moment. One person. You can change it all.
Valentine's Day 2013: A day for change. (and not for change that results in fatteh 2013 edition.)
I did not actually call someone to cuddle. But I wish I did.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
A Time to be Happy! (communications shout out!)
Cue Byrds quote NOW!
If you don't know what I'm talking about...shame on you!
But, siriusly, guys. Today is a beautiful day! Well worth all of the exclamation points I'm about to throw out there in the blogosphere!
FIRST OF ALL: 1000 people have looked at my blog! Yay! And by the time you, the loyal reader, are looking at this, the number will be far higher! Congratulations and thank you for increasing that figure!
SECOND (but not any less important/exciting!): I am alive! Yes! Not that there was any ever doubting as to my existence/general liveliness, but I am breathing! I have life in me! That alone is worth celebrating!
THIRD: THE EXCLAMATION POINT IS ALIVE AND WELL! Never ye fear, I shall resuscitate it should it happen to suffer from over-usage this evening.
FOURTH: Planning for various service projects this semester (in a very service-oriented semester) has begun! Only the second week of class AND I CAN FEEL THE BLOOD FLOWING! I can feel the involvement juices collecting, ready to burst out NOW! RIGHT NOW!
FIFTH: Caps lock will also be alive at the end of the night. I swear upon my pet frog's grave in Paxton, Massachusetts.
Okay, so I never had a pet frog. Nor did I lose any pets while living in Paxton. But it was a noble effort at promising the safety of the caps lock key. Just trying to help a brother out.
Really, guys. The idea of potentially interviewing someone at a radio station, along with starting up a straight/gay unity celebration on campus...MY BODY IS READY FOR RUNNING! YES!
Side note: heard the "I Have a Dream" speech on the drive to school today. This may have pumped me up a lot. I think it has a lot to do with my current mood, actually. Love that man. Love that speech! Love rhetoric! I LOVE COMMUNICATIONS!
If you don't know what I'm talking about...shame on you!
But, siriusly, guys. Today is a beautiful day! Well worth all of the exclamation points I'm about to throw out there in the blogosphere!
FIRST OF ALL: 1000 people have looked at my blog! Yay! And by the time you, the loyal reader, are looking at this, the number will be far higher! Congratulations and thank you for increasing that figure!
SECOND (but not any less important/exciting!): I am alive! Yes! Not that there was any ever doubting as to my existence/general liveliness, but I am breathing! I have life in me! That alone is worth celebrating!
THIRD: THE EXCLAMATION POINT IS ALIVE AND WELL! Never ye fear, I shall resuscitate it should it happen to suffer from over-usage this evening.
FOURTH: Planning for various service projects this semester (in a very service-oriented semester) has begun! Only the second week of class AND I CAN FEEL THE BLOOD FLOWING! I can feel the involvement juices collecting, ready to burst out NOW! RIGHT NOW!
FIFTH: Caps lock will also be alive at the end of the night. I swear upon my pet frog's grave in Paxton, Massachusetts.
Okay, so I never had a pet frog. Nor did I lose any pets while living in Paxton. But it was a noble effort at promising the safety of the caps lock key. Just trying to help a brother out.
Really, guys. The idea of potentially interviewing someone at a radio station, along with starting up a straight/gay unity celebration on campus...MY BODY IS READY FOR RUNNING! YES!
Side note: heard the "I Have a Dream" speech on the drive to school today. This may have pumped me up a lot. I think it has a lot to do with my current mood, actually. Love that man. Love that speech! Love rhetoric! I LOVE COMMUNICATIONS!
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Refrigerator Escapades
Last night, I was perusing through the refrigerator to find toppings for ice cream (#generalizedstatementaboutpeopleeatingicecream) and found instead FIVE JARS OF PICKLE PRODUCTS. 4 jars of pickle spears/whole pickles, and 1 jar of relish.
I hate pickles.
Thankfully, this is not *my* refrigerator, therefore the contents of said kitchen appliance do not solely exist out of my choosing (there'd be far more hummus.) But, really, five jars of pickles? Do we really need that many pickles? I understand, there's dill pickles, sweet pickles, buttered pickles, pickled vegetables that are not cucumbers, spicy pickles, dill relish, sweet relish, kosher pickles, etc etc etc. But what does this all mean?! I am not a pickle connoisseur. I would not be able to tell you whether a pickle was dill or sweet. But five jars of pickles?
I also found a chocolate frog from Honeydukes. We visited the Wizarding World of Harry Potter back in April. That's not much less than a year ago now. That poor little frog, which was not made from the best quality chocolate, is just sitting in the back of the refrigerator, waiting to be freed, if not eaten. I can hear him crying from my room "I thought I was going to escape on the Hogwarts Express! I thought you would be like Harry and be too enthralled by the card to notice me sneaking away!" Wrong. Oh how wrong you were, Mr. Frog yielding a Gryffindor card. Luckily, the Helga Hufflepuff frog was put out of his pentagonal box misery not long after purchasing.
This therefore leads me to the conclusion that perhaps, in order to be noticed more, the chocolate frog should be pickled. A little vinegar never hurt anyone! Except I'm sure that the chemical compounds existing in vinegar would most certainly break up that little frog quite soon into immersion. Or would it? Acid...base...good thing I'm not majoring in anything science related! #loveliberalarts
I hate pickles.
Thankfully, this is not *my* refrigerator, therefore the contents of said kitchen appliance do not solely exist out of my choosing (there'd be far more hummus.) But, really, five jars of pickles? Do we really need that many pickles? I understand, there's dill pickles, sweet pickles, buttered pickles, pickled vegetables that are not cucumbers, spicy pickles, dill relish, sweet relish, kosher pickles, etc etc etc. But what does this all mean?! I am not a pickle connoisseur. I would not be able to tell you whether a pickle was dill or sweet. But five jars of pickles?
I also found a chocolate frog from Honeydukes. We visited the Wizarding World of Harry Potter back in April. That's not much less than a year ago now. That poor little frog, which was not made from the best quality chocolate, is just sitting in the back of the refrigerator, waiting to be freed, if not eaten. I can hear him crying from my room "I thought I was going to escape on the Hogwarts Express! I thought you would be like Harry and be too enthralled by the card to notice me sneaking away!" Wrong. Oh how wrong you were, Mr. Frog yielding a Gryffindor card. Luckily, the Helga Hufflepuff frog was put out of his pentagonal box misery not long after purchasing.
This therefore leads me to the conclusion that perhaps, in order to be noticed more, the chocolate frog should be pickled. A little vinegar never hurt anyone! Except I'm sure that the chemical compounds existing in vinegar would most certainly break up that little frog quite soon into immersion. Or would it? Acid...base...good thing I'm not majoring in anything science related! #loveliberalarts
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