I constantly worry that something is seriously wrong with me. Then I witness someone/something that scares the crap out of me. I think, "I would never ever ever do that. Nothing is so terribly wrong with that I would do that."
People scare me more than I scare myself.
"You lost weight. What do you have against fat people?"
Someone seriously asked me this.
To me image is a minor detail that you're forced to live with for the rest of your life. I've endured some rumors- some I've actually liked- but image, to me, will always be trivial.
I'll dress-up to get a job, etc. I'll play the part, but if you think for a second that I think that the outfit depicts my personality- you don't know me.
I'm not so small that I fit into a size 2. I probably never will be.
With my horrific family history, my doctor warned me that I need to stay within a healthy BMI to lower my risks.
My weight loss was never about my image. It was never "Fat people are ugly so I will lose some weight."
To answer the question, I have nothing against "fat" people. However, I will not gain weight at the expense of my health. Any questions? I'm in the mood to debate. Try me or blow me- you will be blown.
I watched this indie superhero movie - Kick Ass- with no great expectations. It was freakin hilarious. Highly recommend.
For the first time in the past few months I am worry-free.
Summer vacation = No deadlines and due dates and 10 page papers to write.
Apparently, I'm in another coven. They'll learn the hard way that I refuse participation and they can't force me to cooperate.
Have a :P day!
Two weeks, six exams, a ten page paper, an award ceremony, a ESSA meeting, a few hours of community service...The end is near!!
Can't wait til summer.
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