by Riley LaRose on September 25th, 2011, 7:11 am
AHAHAHA!
Me and Chris watched Apollo 18 earlier this evening about an hour after work and OMFG. I am still creeped. Not scared, creeped, because Apollo 18 is creepy. Of course, Chris laughed his arse off about it. :3
I am going to rant about me and Chris making the number 10 whenever we walk up and down the street now. This is going to be a hyper personal post. @-@
So, I'm probably 5'7" right? Or 5'8", depending on who's measuring I suppose. Chris is 5'11. I weigh say, 180. People call me fat. Whatever. Chris says I'm curvy, so I'm curvy and f*** you skinny little whores. Chris, however, weighs 130 and is as lean as a extra lean ground beef. He's a 500 at the place I work, which means he's allowed to empty the baler and carry weights exceeding 50 kg. I work in the babies and I get to call up help every so often and he will come to my rescue because I'm so short. Now, imagine someone like me standing next to Chris. We are the number 10. I got this analogy from Video on Trial or something one day, where the dark haired woman... Omg, what's her name... I want to say Deborah or something, so I'll go with that. Well, Deborah was saying that she has a thing for skinny guys and because she was overweight she and her ideal boyfriend would look like the number ten. I wear this proudly now whenever I'm with Chris, because that's what we are together.
I sooooooooooooooooooooooooo dislike it when girls get all uptight because they are too heavy for their friend's likes or their image. My own adoptive mother is this way, and I just find it so frustrating when people call themselves fat or massive or even "too skinny". Like make up your damn mind! What is ideal these days?! For me and Chris, we seem ideal for each other. He's gorgeous with a fantastic smile and personality. He says I am perfect for him and that I ought to never change, and I never will! For someone else I had to, but I learned my lesson from that particular incident. I love myself the way I am, childish personality, short little plump body and all. I don't give a rat's toxic fart what any skinny little bigot wants to say about me. You wanna know why I'm so fat you tramp? Neon worms. Give them a shot, then join the club. They are so addictive~
I think people need to grow up. They are all too left-brained. I live for the right-brain. Everyone is beautiful just the way they are. Bruno Mars' song should damn well apply to every woman, and I'm sure he wrote it for that. Love your body, your personality, and whatever else you are being put down for. If your depressed be like me! I surround myself with perpetually happy, beautiful people every single day and make magic with our laughter. Need a distraction? Watch Simon's Cat. Want to hear music? Listen to a baby laugh.
People, just please see my point. I'm round and fluffy, so if you're tall and fluffy be happy! You're tall! You don't need to call for assistance! I still would, though, just to see Mr Cuteness come waltzing from the assembly area. I'm incredibly glad to be the way I am, rough edges and all.
Now, I'm gonna go back to Paranormal Activity and then end my evening because I work again tomorrow. Goodnight Miz~ <3
AHAHAHAHA!