Sunday, November 9, 2008

Cool sexy, ever ready, someone fine, always steady, gentle hands, dirty mind,

If I have to see one more weight loss advertisement on a website page, I'm going to explode. It's really irritating to see that crap everywhere online. No wonder I feel like crap about myself these past few weeks. All I've been seeing are flat stomachs without a pinch of fat on them. And of course they are female stomachs. No, not a man's six pack. Only a woman's flat stomach and "perfectly" proportioned body. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of feeling inadequate. I'm tired of always being reminded of what I dont look like. I'm tired of being told that's what I should want. Why aren't I allowed to live in my own little bubble of happiness without eighty-thousand websites telling me to be thinner and flatter and less flabby and more beautiful? And I'm sick of seeing ads for the acai berry diet. It's soooooooo fucking obnoxious. Yeah, I get it. Oprah lost weight by including acai berry in her diet. But i'm pretty sure she also threw up while running on the treadmill with a trash bag over her clothes.

And what I'd also like? To not get shit for showing affection to my boyfriend. Why? Because it's hypocritical. Everyone has done it to their significant others at some point but because it's Fran and because everyone is without their other half most of the time, I'm not allowed to do it. To put things in perspective, how long was I without someone while everyone else was with someone? How often was I left at home by myself because everyone else was too busy doing things with their boyfriend/girlfriend? How often was I a fifth wheel? A seventh wheel? And now, because people are left without, I'm not allowed to talk about it or be happy about it because it makes people jealous or annoyed. Everyone's a hypocrite it seems.

And I also do not want to write this fucking paper that is due on Thursday. I had a shitty Saturday night because this paper was looming over my head. And now I'm reading shit on the council of Chalcedon, hoping to know enough to write shit about it, then present it to a class that probably knows more about it than I do. sigh.

I want to improve my posture starting right now.


Do you think I'm really cool and sexy?
and I know you want to get with me
Last time lover, make me feel good
lovin' under cover like you should

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