Wednesday, January 30, 2013

"Hips, Thighs, No Discrimination towards pies."

"I won’t say that hating our bodies is a universal experience, because I know that it’s not, but it is a pretty common one. The problem with a lot of the rhetoric around the whole “love and accept yourself unconditionally” ideology — popular and awesome-feeling though the words may sound — is that it doesn’t leave much space for individual realities, complicated as they are. There are many reasons why loving your body may occasionally be impossible. It happens.Allowing yourself to then feel like crap about your apparent lack of perfect loving joyfulness in your every molecule is self-defeating. I prefer to advocate for acceptance, because acceptance doesn’t place a value — positive or negative — on our bodies, or our bodily parts. Love can be fickle, but acceptance is not. Your body, and all its little idiosyncrasies and annoyances, exists. You cannot blink the frustrating parts away, and you cannot wish them into oblivion. If you are able to change them, it will probably take time. So you may as well accept them, as they are, right now. Acceptance doesn’t mean “I will never change,” it means, “I will roll with whatever changes come,” because bodily changes are inevitable, no matter what you do. I’m fat, and most of the time I love my body. When I don’t, I accept it, and I steadfastly refuse to hate it, because there is no point to hating the awesome vehicle that allows me to interact with and participate in the world. It’s the only one I get. Sure, 24-hour self-love may be the ideal, and we can keep striving for it, but first we must forgive our bodies for not being perfect, and forgive ourselves for any anger or despair we may feel in wanting this to be so. We would do well to remember that in some relationships, forgiveness can be far more powerful than unconditional love. This is true for our bodies too."-Anonymous 


Here I am complaining about how huge my thighs are, how flabby my arms are, and fat my stomach is. All I could think about was "How am i going to wear a swim suit this year???" *Panic Face* Then I some how came across a blog/tumblr called "Curvy is the new black." (When you get the chance google it.) I saw motivational pictures of "Curvy" women working what they got and they looked great doing it. I also came across the piece at the top. Which added some sunshine to my gloomy day. All of them curves in places models don't even know exist. And of coarse it made me feel better. It made me happy with my body. I'm healthy. I'm curvy. I'm real! And I can't change that. (Despite how hard I may try.) Eating healthy, exercising, dieting. I've tried it all. I've been this way all my life, and i'll end my life the same. But size doesn't matter. The media places so much emphasis on looks, and weight, and has this set idea of what beauty is. When normal people don't look like that they get the feeling of were ugly, and unfit but were not. Were all made to be different. Were not all made to be "Model size." Some of us were blessed with a little more. (Or a lotta more)

"There is more to sex appeal than just measurements. I don’t need a bedroom to prove my womanliness. I can convey just as much sex appeal, picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain." -Audrey Hepburn 




Humph. I hate guys. Most guys go for your LSLH type chicks. (Light skin, Long hair) Or at least the black guys do. But that's only half the battle. The other half is size. No guy wants to be with a girl whose bigger than him. *Take note of the first picture, "Fat chicks, Fun until your friends find out."*(Which takes me to this side note: some guys like the big girls. But as soon as their friends find out, suddenly they have no interest in us. Because they're too concerned with what everybody else thinks.)(Not just in the size of your waist, but in height as well.) Being tall is just as hard as being thick. Trust me. Because the struggle gets 2x harder when your tall and thick. It's just like can I have at least one thing going for me? But nope. The thing is we just have to embrace who we are and work with what we got. Were given these bodies so we have to learn to care, accept and dress them. Which is a biggie. So many times we don't dress our bodies. Were trying to keep up with trends as opposed to wearing what looks good on us. But in actuality it's possible to do both. You can wear trendy cute clothes that were actually made for your body... It's just that you might have to vary your shopping. Shopping in common stores like forever 21, and Charlotte Russe aren't necessarily the move. Yes, they have cute clothes but those clothes weren't meant to fit everyone. I see so many blogs with girls who are of thick decent and have amazing clothes! I have no clue were it is that they get these clothes but they have them so I know it's possible. Honestly I believe the answer is in online shopping. Which I myself have become a fan of as of lately. I admire these people. They know how to wear trendy clothes, show a little skin but it looks good on them! 

WHO SAYS WE CANT WEAR 'KINI'S????




And Just because i'm bold enough, Here's me in my 'Kini top and shorts last summer! Stretch marks, tattoo's and all! *I like to call them my tiger stripes. Simply because it makes me feel strong and fierce like a tiger. In fact, now i have the idea of getting a tattoo of a tiger* (Mind you, this was last summer and the freshmen 15 is starting to catch up to me along with this birth control shot that makes you gain weight so i'm sure you can imagine what's happened to me.) 
Sooooooo now after this blog I'm feeling better about myself, and i'm currently determined to get my summer body back... Even though that's probably impossible. But I can probably tone up... 
Anyways point of the post is:

LOVE YOURSELF. ACCEPT YOURSELF. BE HAPPY. LIVE YOUR LIFE.









Friday, January 25, 2013

Passing me by

*sigh* How did I let life pass me by? It's sad to be 19 and feel like you've never done anything with your life. There's no moments that were so amazing that are just worth remembering. It's sad, the most extravagant thing you've ever done with your life was take a school trip to Paris and Spain. And it dawned upon me when you see other people having these amazing moments in their life that you know they'll never forget. Like having these extravagant ways of being asked to prom, or going to college and having the time of your life. How and why is it that i'm missing out on everything? I feel like everything just passed me by. Those high school relationships that you think will last forever, yeah none of that. Going to parties, None of that. Going to clubs? None of that. Life is just passing me by, and i'm letting it. I feel like i have no stories to tell my children if I was to ever even have children. WHY???? Sometimes I feel like everything passed me by because I wasn't included. Left out, disregarded, uninvited. Yeah, something like that... and that again takes me back to that point in my life when things were... hard. And again here I am getting to personal with my blog. I just can't deal. Whatever. I'm jealous. I envy these people having these amazing moments. I hate you. Anyways, moving on. Let me keep it moving because i'm salty.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

College is a Scam!

So it has been brought to my attention that apparently my blog is a relationship blog... Well thats funny seeing as how I thought it was more of a rant blog where I felt free to unleash these crazy tyrants but apparently its a relationship blog. Hmph. Go figure. lol. Anyways. The struggle. It's real. Too real for me. Like shit is forreal hard. And I wonder how did i get myself caught up in these situations. Here I am 19, no job, already $15,000 into debt, and attempting to transfer schools. Well guess what? If you thought the $15,000 was bad other schools are worse! And I'm poor! This is an outrage! Schools are robbing us! Especially for the bullshit education that we get. Honestly we pay all this money to say we know, the things we already knew. Actually we pay all this money for a piece of paper that says we "Officially" Know this stuff. *Rolls eyes* Ridiculous. Then you pay to live on campus because as a freshman it's "Required." Yeah, So they can make you live in a jail cell with a slob and rob you for more of your money. This whole college thing is overrated. All the partying and drinking you see in movies. It's not real. Don't believe it. The whole "I'm out of highschool ain't gone be no more drama." Child BOO! Thats a lie! There's twice as much drama, and now sex is involved. So i'm sure you can imagine the foolishness that goes on. But like I said, this whole college thing is OVERRATED! To the max, and I luckily caught on the the scam. So HAHA! But I can't drop out... So at the end of the day I guess they still win. Bastards...

Monday, January 21, 2013

Some things never seem to *f'n* work...

So I was listening to Solange's new album entitled "True." I really like it. If you haven't heard it I do suggest you go listen to it but it's not for those who only like a certain type of music. You have to be the type to like a variety of music. But do give it a listen. Anyways, there's a song on the album called "Some things never seem to fucking work." It's an interesting song, but the thing about it is that I was sitting here complaining about how things never work out, then I thought of the song, and it kind of hit me. "Some things never seem to fucking work." Literally. It always seems like things never work out pertaining to my love life and I know I'm not the only one. You find a guy and then things don't work out. Somewhere along the line something goes wrong, and shit falls apart. Then your stuck right back where you started. With nothing and no one. Which is saddening and depressing. And we've all been there before. We have. Sometimes we get really deep into the situation. We even get so deep as to even feel like were in love... Which is not to say that were not. Sometimes we are. It's possible to love more than one person, but at the end of the day there is only one person who's the one. We just never really know who that one person is. And were always skeptical about it. I just think that one day we'll know... But until then you just never know. And we just have to wait because some things never seem to f'n work.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Poetic Justice #1

Sooooo, random poetry post. Which i entitled "Poetic Justice" Because I love the song (Kendrick Lamar ft. Drake: Poetic Justice. If you haven't heard it please give your ears the eargasm they are being deprived of.) Anyways, So random poetry. Enjoy.

"I need you.
I need to feel you.
I need your hands to touch me, telling me that your real.
I need to feel them all over me.
Warming me with the sensation of your touch.
I need you to kiss me.
I need to breathe your air to know that your alive.
 I need your lips to whisper to me, to tell me how much you love me, and that you need me like I need you.
I need your lips to kiss me all over, setting my skin on fire with the smallest touch and embrace.
I need to hear your heart beat, to know that your human and not too good to be true.
I need to hear it beating in tune with mine, telling me that we are one.
I need you to wrap both of your arms around me and hold me close to you.
I need you to hold me tight never letting me go, telling me that you'll never leave me and youll never hurt me.
I need you.
I need you bad.
I need all of you too.
I need to believe in something.
I need to believe in us.
I need to believe that it's real and in you I can trust.
I need to believe.
I want you.
I need you.
But not to sound too needy. "

Thursday, January 10, 2013

This feeling...

I personally hate getting caught up in my feelings. I hate feeling some type of way. I hate being so caught up in my emotions and not being able to do anything about it. I hate feeling miserable, and depressed and not being able to find a way out of that depression. There not being no way to be happy. It's torturous, and it's like torturing yourself. And you may wonder why would anyone torture their selves? That's crazy. Your right. It is. It's extremely crazy. But that's how it is.
Sometimes you find yourself in a dark place. And there's no light to get out of that dark place. It hurts. It makes you cry. It takes a toll on your soul, personality, and mind. It's damaging.
Life is hard. And dealing with things that are hurtful, and hard are just a part of it. You have to go through hell to get to heaven. That's life, and so are feelings, and dealing with them. But sometimes those feelings are too much to deal with. I'm sorry this blog is so depressing, but you have to bear with me, because Right now being back at school is so hard... O.k. I'm done just had to get that out even if it doen't make sense.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Happy New Year!

New Year, New You...

Yeah right.

Lets get real. It's not gonna be a new you. It's gonna be a you, doing shit differently for the first couple of months of the year right before you return to your old ways and start doing the same shit you were doing the year before. Therefore resulting in the same resolutions year after year.
"I'm going on a diet"
"I'm going to work out every day"
"I'm going to eat healthier."
"I'm going to focus on school more."
"I'm going to stop being so negative."
"I'm going to be more outgoing."
And the list goes on, and on, and on!!!!!
People. Seriously. These new years resolutions have gotten out of control. Why not have a resolution that's reasonable. Start small. Set goals for yourself to accomplish throughout the year. Give yourself something to work towards. Have some kind of a reward for yourself. Funny how everything i'm saying sounds like common sense though right? That's because it is.
Then there are the people who say "I don't have a new years resolution. I'ma stay the same." No you're not. That's impossible. As humans, we grow, we change. You can't stay the same. With each year we learn more, and grow more. The way we think, the way we dress, our interests, our friends, our lives, they are forever changing. So staying the same isn't really a possibility. Besides some change is good.
It's a new year. It's a fresh start. So start how you want to finish.