Several thoughts have occurred to me since my last blog. First, I would like to discuss the ever-interesting “how you know when a guy likes you.” Let me tell you that the following things mean NOTHING in real life:
- When he texts you every day just to ask “What’s up?”
- When he tells you all his secrets
- When he teases you constantly
- When he gives you a play-by-play of his entire vaction via text message
You heard me right, girls. That shit means NOTHING! Your best bet is to just ask, “Do you like me?” I swear, that is the only way you will EVER know for sure, so leave behind the delusion that guys give hints. They don’t. That only happens in Seventeen magazine and movies. So get with reality and just ask. It’s hard as hell, but that’s the only way to do it.
So, another thought that occurred to me… when you dishonor your body, you dishonor God. Why do I say this? For a number of reasons, really. First off, God lives inside of you. He is EVERYWHERE you are. He exists with you and apart from you at the same time. Secondly, God gave you this amazing body with the ability to do wonderful things (just look at DNA… how beautiful is that?!). He expects you to treat it well and put good things on and inside of it. When you put things like drugs and alcohol in your body, you only hurt it. So in a way, you also hurt God by insulting His hard work and masterpiece that is your body. You are not alive so that you can destroy your brain cells or your liver. You are not alive so that you can eat greasy, processed foods instead of good, healthy foods. You are alive so that you can interact with others, help others, and get help FROM others. You are alive to live a good life and be with others, in harmony with God.
I would like to stress the fact that that was not meant to piss anyone off. Yes, I was writing from a Christian view; but this is my blog, the blog of a Christian girl. But if you think about it, isn’t treating your body well a good philosophy, regardless of your belief system? I think that the main point is that you respect what you’re walking around in, no matter who or what you do it for. So in conclusion, you only get one body (unless you believe in reincarnation), so treat it well. Live well and the good things you do will come back to you. =)
That’s a short couplet written by Dorothy Parker, just so you know (give credit where credit is due, young children). That couplet is very short, but it says so much. It is a testament to the superficiality of America. Not only do men rarely pay attention to girls with glasses, they also tend to glide over such women who are overweight and not conventionally beautiful. Show a man a picture of Lindsay Lohan and a picture of Queen Latifah, and that man will pick Lindsay. Both women have pretty faces, but one is skinny and the other is fat. Men don’t like women who are overweight, and they don’t like women who choose to not spend 2 hours getting ready each day.
So what if I need to lose about 20 lbs? So what if it only takes me 30 minutes to get ready, even to go out somewhere nice? And who really gives a shit about my glasses? I am still intelligent, I am still loyal, and I am better for you than any skinny, pretty, empty-headed bombshell will ever be. No, I don’t look like a model; but you’re not going to end up GETTING a model in the end. What you’ll want after all is said and done is a woman you can converse intelligently with, a woman who will understand you and be your partner. Eventually, all men learn that this is what they should have wanted all along. But here we are, the intelligent and overweight women of the world, waiting for these idiots to come to that realization. Why should we have to go without a date on Friday nights because we wear a size 16+?
I am fucking tired of guys and their superficial ways. Even the guys that claim to hate the superficiality of society are just as shallow as the jerks they claim not to be. I venture to say that there are no men who “care about what’s on the inside more than what’s on the outside.” Men are visual creatures who need that type of stimulation. It’s biology, it’s unable to be altered. So where does that leave girls like me who are 20+ lbs. overweight? I suppose we are simply doomed to be seen as undesirable creatures that will only ever be “one of the guys” or “my sister from another mother.” In this life, in this country, in this culture, looks are everything; and if you can’t measure up, you’re out.
I saw a pelican and a seal kissing
in the blue, blue sea.
I felt the glory of the Father
growing inside me.
If God can give a child
such a beautiful mind,
What gifts from Him inside my head
will I live to find?
By: Cheri E. (2007)
“You know, I could never marry you,” he said.
“Why not?” she asked.
“Because… it’d be like marrying myself, and where’s the fun in that? We’re too much alike,” he told her.
“But I thought that’s what you wanted, someone who can catch your drift,” she said sadly.
“No, no… it isn’t that. You just aren’t very noticeable, I’m afraid. You’re just not that pretty.”
“Oh… okay..”
Here’s to all you underappreciated people like me who care for friends that have no idea how amazing you really are. The world may say you aren’t good enough for it, but the truth is that the world isn’t good enough for you. 
My dad has been absolute crap. I woke up fifteen minutes AFTER my first class started, but that’s not even the bad part. I HAD A TEST IN THERE TODAY. Yeah, I know! So I throw some jeans on, I don’t brush my hair, and I don’t brush my teeth (Yeah, gross, I know!). I do 80 mph all the way there and turn a 30 minute drive into a 10 minute one. Luckily, my music theory professor was kind enough to let me take the test as if I hadn’t frantically run into the room in tears. Nice lady, that one is. lol So I take the test, even though I had previously fallen asleep during my study period the night before. (I’m hoping for at least a B on this one! *crosses fingers*) After that was over, I drove back home to brush my teeth and hair, and to get into some better clothes. Then it was off to campus again for my CFS test. I think I fairly well on it, so I’m not worrying too much about it. Then, I raced off to work. Work was HELL! It was literally nonstop till closing. I also kept having problems with insurance claims and customers, so it was busy AND frustrating. *sigh* I really think I need a bubble bath…
