Sunday, February 26, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Maybe you watch MTV (I really don't because I'm just over that shit) and got a chance to catch the show Chelsea Settles.
It was about a plus size girl who was looking to make it big in the fashion world, deal with an unsupportive boyfriend and lose weight in the process. It revolved around the already beautiful young ladies struggles with her career, relationship and weight. I admit her weight was unhealthy as she did weigh in at 324 pounds and much like myself she has an admitted food addiction.
Honestly I gave this show the side eye. Not because I'm pro-obesity, but much like MTV's Fat Camp show both seemed more about the hip, vibrant, youthful MTV generation image rather than about healthy living. If the weight loss is about being hot well then I'm hot in a spanx, leggings, heels, and form fitting top. I gave this show a whole episode and magically forgot about it. Until I saw these pics earlier this week.
All I could say was wholly fucking Hotcakes with butter and Karo syrup!!!! Is that even the same effin dame??? The beautiful Chelsea now looked like a super fashionable Natalie Nunn!!! I mean that in a good and bad way. Her weight loss is phenomenal and I am oh so proud of her, but boy is that drastic. Like Jennifer Hudson, Raven Symone, America Ferrera, and so many others. It kinda made me feel some kinda way. Like it was wrong to be me. And that my friend is a lie. What's wrong with being the plus size girl.
I don't ever want to get rid of my thick shapely hips and thighs. My ass is popular all on it's own. My curves are what I adore. I have my problem areas and issues, but I am content right in the plus size section. I'm ok with double digits stitched in my clothing tags and a butt you can sit a drink on. It's never made me any less dateable (well to the ones I would deem date worthy), or smart or talented. As I drink my 10th 20 ounce bottle of water I must admit I am on a quest for a healthier lifestyle, but the plus size vixen I am is the one I will always be....just weighing in at a lower number. So what really is wrong with being the fat girl? We if my life doesn't depend on it.....absolutely nothing.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
So as we may (or may not know) I'm 30 now. That's that age where you're old enough to not fuck up anymore, but young enough to still party like a 18 year old as long as you keep your body full of b12. Young enough to still fall head over heels in love, but old enough to look before you allow yourself to fall. When work becomes necessity. And family (or lack thereof) becomes priority. That age where tears take a backseat to creating solutions. The stage where irrational, illogical emotional decisions and thinking will destroy you. Well the age that brings along all those things........that is now where I reside. I want to look back at my twenties and think of all the mistakes that put me in a rut at thirty, but once again I can't do that. All I know is that I have to make this next ten years as amazing as possible. Let all the things that were negative fade into the background of memories. Let all the tears dry on my proverbial pillow and create the best possible life for myself that I can. No heartache excuses, No job excuses. No allowing myself to be my biggest setback. This much I know is true. It's time to take control. The best way I can. The only way I know how. Yes...and I know that this much is true.