As You Will Soon Discover, I Have Absolutely NO Idea What I'm Trying To Say
I decided I needed to post. It felt like it had been a long time. Then I realized it hadn't. That's good, because I really didn't have anything to say. However, since I'm already here, I'll give you a dry run-down of my day so far, in chronological order.
I didn't get up till 3 o'clock. A massive heat wave has hit the area. I had a glass of ice water and a bowl of orange sherbet for breakfast. Then I had some Cheetos. (I love Cheetos. Alot. I mean, I really love Cheetos.) Me, Crystal, and my dad discussed the pros and cons of having your own pool (in- or above-ground?) vs. going to the public pool. Sam and I decided to be better friends. Me and Crystal tried to remember the last time we'd had decent, two-piece bathing suits that actually fit us. We complained about how bathing suits are way too expensive now. And I'm currently wondering where on the Revolting Scale me-in-a-two-piece-bathing-suit will hit (I've become the owner of a pair of hips and a pair of thighs since sixth grade). The beginning of summer brings a slight depression to the minds of many in the female sector of our species; the thought of walking around in public severely under-dressed is not at all uplifting, especially in light of how much larger our persons are compared to the anorexic models shown all over the media as the only form of "acceptable." Not that we buy into all that rubbish. (At least, I don't. More shouldn't.) We are secure in our persons. We know we are beautiful. (We also pride ourselves in tending to have more interior substance than the anorexic models. *ahem*) But still. I like clothes. I prefer to be fully dressed when people are looking. I know I don't own the kind of person that can prance around in a black bikini. I don't want to prance around in a black bikini. But since there are plenty of those girls around, the kind that make you want to cry when you look in the mirror in spite of it all, perhaps I shall parade to the pool in a burlap bag instead.
I didn't get up till 3 o'clock. A massive heat wave has hit the area. I had a glass of ice water and a bowl of orange sherbet for breakfast. Then I had some Cheetos. (I love Cheetos. Alot. I mean, I really love Cheetos.) Me, Crystal, and my dad discussed the pros and cons of having your own pool (in- or above-ground?) vs. going to the public pool. Sam and I decided to be better friends. Me and Crystal tried to remember the last time we'd had decent, two-piece bathing suits that actually fit us. We complained about how bathing suits are way too expensive now. And I'm currently wondering where on the Revolting Scale me-in-a-two-piece-bathing-suit will hit (I've become the owner of a pair of hips and a pair of thighs since sixth grade). The beginning of summer brings a slight depression to the minds of many in the female sector of our species; the thought of walking around in public severely under-dressed is not at all uplifting, especially in light of how much larger our persons are compared to the anorexic models shown all over the media as the only form of "acceptable." Not that we buy into all that rubbish. (At least, I don't. More shouldn't.) We are secure in our persons. We know we are beautiful. (We also pride ourselves in tending to have more interior substance than the anorexic models. *ahem*) But still. I like clothes. I prefer to be fully dressed when people are looking. I know I don't own the kind of person that can prance around in a black bikini. I don't want to prance around in a black bikini. But since there are plenty of those girls around, the kind that make you want to cry when you look in the mirror in spite of it all, perhaps I shall parade to the pool in a burlap bag instead.
posted by Angela at 4:32 PM
2 Comments:
AMEN!!!!
Let's all go to the pool in burlap bags! Who's with me??
No, I'm serious.
No really. I am! It's a great idea. I HATE BATHINGSUITS.
Heh, bed now!
Love ya!
Burlap is all the rage these days.
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