Skinny
More on that later.
But for now, a brief interlude:
Boys.
You make me want to scream. No really, scream.
Why do you do the things you do. Tell me I am perfect for you, but not take a risk and ask me out.... and if you don't mean it, stop saying it. I don't want to be the friend you are gonna always be in love with. GET IT TO*FREAKING*GETHER, or leave me alone. I would be fine without you.
He loves me. He loves me not. Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah.
Okay, rant over.
Last week, I had what we in Casa de Meh, call the bitchslap o'truth, the BST, if you will:
I will never be the skinny girl.
No. Never.
Devastating news. Well, Meh, who gave you such knowledge, who issued the BST that gave you such a headache. Here is the culprit: Ken.
Ken and I take boxing together 3 times a week, and as such, he pretty much knows my fitness level (which is pretty decent.) Anyway, Ken and I were walking out, as we usually do, discussing cute people in class, what our dates did that was stupid etc. And he was discribing what type of girl he likes.... and he said, "well, I like girls that are fit and healthy, like you (I know, nice right!) I hate skinny girls." Me: earth shattering to a halt "what do you mean, skinny girls?" and Ken says, you know girls who are skinny... aren't you glad you aren't a skinny girl. I mean, you never have to worry about being skinny"
Crickets.
Me: "NO. I mean, yeah, of course too thin you can't win"
But driving home, I considered... did Ken not know... my fitness goal has always been to be a skinny girl... every girls fitness goal (despite the, I just want to be healthy crap is to be a skinny girl)... I mean REALLY, WTF do you think I am nearly killing myself 3-5 times a week... fitness is fun and everything but honestly, SKINNY is the goal, sqeeeze myself into a delicious size 2 (I am a 6/8 so I am not really that big) never have to worry about what I can eat and when, etc. look fantastic in photos... healthy takes work, and now I find out, I can be working out for the next 5 years of my life and never be skinny.
BST.
But for now, a brief interlude:
Boys.
You make me want to scream. No really, scream.
Why do you do the things you do. Tell me I am perfect for you, but not take a risk and ask me out.... and if you don't mean it, stop saying it. I don't want to be the friend you are gonna always be in love with. GET IT TO*FREAKING*GETHER, or leave me alone. I would be fine without you.
He loves me. He loves me not. Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah.
Okay, rant over.
Last week, I had what we in Casa de Meh, call the bitchslap o'truth, the BST, if you will:
I will never be the skinny girl.
No. Never.
Devastating news. Well, Meh, who gave you such knowledge, who issued the BST that gave you such a headache. Here is the culprit: Ken.
Ken and I take boxing together 3 times a week, and as such, he pretty much knows my fitness level (which is pretty decent.) Anyway, Ken and I were walking out, as we usually do, discussing cute people in class, what our dates did that was stupid etc. And he was discribing what type of girl he likes.... and he said, "well, I like girls that are fit and healthy, like you (I know, nice right!) I hate skinny girls." Me: earth shattering to a halt "what do you mean, skinny girls?" and Ken says, you know girls who are skinny... aren't you glad you aren't a skinny girl. I mean, you never have to worry about being skinny"
Crickets.
Me: "NO. I mean, yeah, of course too thin you can't win"
But driving home, I considered... did Ken not know... my fitness goal has always been to be a skinny girl... every girls fitness goal (despite the, I just want to be healthy crap is to be a skinny girl)... I mean REALLY, WTF do you think I am nearly killing myself 3-5 times a week... fitness is fun and everything but honestly, SKINNY is the goal, sqeeeze myself into a delicious size 2 (I am a 6/8 so I am not really that big) never have to worry about what I can eat and when, etc. look fantastic in photos... healthy takes work, and now I find out, I can be working out for the next 5 years of my life and never be skinny.
BST.
posted by Shanelle at 3:05 PM
1 Comments:
I think he meant the gross skinny-like Paris Hilton-
The boys can be pretty clueless. Unless he reads your blog he probably has no idea you were upset and even less idea why.......
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