Today I found out that between five and ten million women and girls in the United States struggle with eating disorders and borderline conditions. Sadly, this statistic didn’t shock me. Sometimes I feel like this girl.
Archive for Uncategorized
fat bottom girls
“Oh hell yeah…look at those girls. I’m telling you, Fat bottom girls are taking over the world. That’s hot.”
What can I say….Dana and I just got it.
Whatever “it” is.
Circles on paper
What makes you happy?
Take a second and think about it.
Is it a noun? Is it a verb?
When I was in college, one of my professors asked me to get a piece of paper out. He told me to draw two circles that touched on the paper. On one side he told me to write down everything that I loved. Then on the other side he told me to write down everything I was good at. In the section that interlaced he asked me to write down the things I was good at and loved to do. He said my calling was somewhere in there.
Here I am, post graduation working a great job and yet I feel incomplete. I have a degree from one of the top 20 schools in the nation and a job that sometimes feels like play time. I have a fiancé who I adore and plan to marry soon, and yet something is off.
I don’t think I’ll ever be a nine to five kind of girl. I need to find something inside those two circles. I need to professionally go back to those two circles my first semester of college, sitting in Dr. Estes’ room. I’m going back there soon.
annorexics are cheap dates
So today I tried on wedding dresses. I had on a full size to two sizes bigger than my normal dress size. Who the hell thought of making wedding dresses two sizes smaller than normal dress sizes? I really wish I could go back in time and listen into the staff meeting in which they decided to alter normal sizes for brides only.
Now, I am sure this was an all male staff meeting in which ate hot wings as they wrapped discussions about last nights sports center.
“Moving on with the agenda, I would like to suggest all bridal gowns be cut slightly smaller than normal dresses,” said the older, gray haired, corporate boss.
“Brilliant!” Said his 40 something over-weight and bald VP, “I like my women skinny.”
The mousy secretary speaks up, “Hey guys, don’t you think brides are already stressed out enough without worrying about weight issues? I mean, society already pushes so many images of un naturally thin women that this could very likely lead to anorexia or bulimia in these brides to be.”
An awkward silence falls in the room as they all sit and ponder this.
Laughter suddenly erupts.
“Good one! So, we make the changes immediately! Sounds good! Meeting adjourned.”
And thus, wedding dresses were made to make you feel fat an unattractive on the most important and most visible day of your life.
Blogging is for losers…
Since this is my first blog, let me lay it all out there for you. Up until tonight I thought blogging was for losers. Call me harsh. Call me a bitch. But I really do think that people who spend their lives sitting in front of a computer typing out their lives story for individuals whom they have never met, probably need to log off and meet some real friends. I know that some folks out there are socially inept, but if speaking to strangers makes them too anxious, maybe they should get a myspace. At least with a myspace they have a slight chance of getting laid. Don’t read too much into that, okay? Am I calling everyone who blogs lame…no. But I do believe that way too many stupid people have blogs. This trend of blogging has exploded and now even stoned frat boys think that they too can spread their knowledge with the world. These type of people who just should NOT go there log on, pretending to be writers, and start poorly written attempts at being philosophical. I say this after 4 years of college wasted logged onto xanga reading over-emotional, 20 something men talk about the struggles of being an artists and feeling masculine in women’s pants. I’m really done with all of that. Eat some chicken and move on, emo kids.
So my roommate recently has gotten on a blog kick. She is constantly on this thing reading, writing and commenting. Since I know that she doesn’t want to kill herself nor does she have a lack of actual human contact. So here I am, creating this blog in an attempt to get it. I do not claim to be a writer. You will probably never wean any actual knowledge or insight from reading this on a regular basis. What you will get is me; raw, a little offensive yet strangely heart-warming, and I feel deep down that those things may just be enough to hold your interest.
So until tomorrow, “peace out, A-town down.”
Hello world!
Welcome to WordPress.com. This is your first post. Edit or delete it and start blogging!
