10 Things I am liked for that mystify me
1) You're so small/tiny
- I hate being SMALL. I hate hate hate being petite, slight, delicate, tiny, miniature, twee. I hate it with the all consuming passion that can only rest easy in a bigger person's frame. But I have never been able to run from that description or the utter and complete delight that guys who like me seem to find in my smallness. *face palm*
2) You're amazingly proportionate.
- For most of my teenage life and my early adulthood I was skinny. Sickeningly skinny. I weighed a total of 40-42kg at the height that I am now. I am now what I consider a massive 7-9kg (depending on the time of month and time of day) over that weight. I liked being skinny. I liked being very very lean and having absolutely no spare meat whatsoever. I liked my concave stomach and the line that ran down its middle. I liked that no one I knew had a hope in the world of fitting into my jeans. I liked that with every step I took, my muscles bunched in such a way that a deep line bisected the outside of my thighs into 2 long lean halves. I liked that I was so skinny, people who didn't know me well thought that I was actually tall because I was just one lean line from head to toe. My shape was without doubt a V - broad shoulders dominating a much smaller waist and hip. I felt then that my skinniness was intrinsic to who I was... then I went to the UK and developed boobs and hips and God forbid... a butt. My lingerie wardrobe went from never wearing a bra to being able to pleasantly fill a normal bra to worryingly increasing cup sizes to OMG-my-cups-runneth-over-I-am-so-not-buying-this-bra-it-is-abnormal-for-someone-with-my-frame-to-be-the-cup-size-that-is-stated-on-the-label. All this thanks to over-hormoned British cows whose milk I drank like water :P
3) You're smart
- What the hell does that mean and what am I supposed to do with it?
4) Your skin is amazingly fair
- Now this is a fairly recent one, I have to admit. I've always been a sun-worshipper and absolutely charred black most of my life. I went from the golden brown that only kids have to a brown so dark I was tanner than most guys. Then the UK and lack of sun happened and then my job happened and I guess I just stopped going outdoors. Now being tanned is a matter of pride in a girl's school where your skin colour is a jock's badge of honour (not even joking about this one). Again like being skinny, being tanned somehow became intrinsic to who I was...
5) You have amazing hair
- I haven't heard this one in a long time since I've decided to lay off the long hair forever. At one point though it was this HUGE draw. I will never understand men and long hair. Honest.
6) You're loyal
- Read comment no. 3. I have 3 words for you buster, "Get A Dog"
7) You're even tempered
- I'M even tempered? *Laughs hysterically*
8) You know me so well
- OMG get a shrink or go to church and talk to God
9) You have a nice voice
- I hate my voice. It's equally parts nasally and equal parts whiny and way way more high-pitched than what I hear in my head.
10) You are amazing/ beautiful
- I am not the kind of person who is able to accept another's declaration of love or like. I find any such declaration suspicious and perhaps bereft of the proper thorough thinking that should have gone into any words that we allow to pass through our lips. That someone doesn't run screaming at the though of spending the next weekend, month, months, years with me is something that amazes me every time. I tend to believe that they don't know me, the real me. I tend not to hold much faith in such words, expecting them to fall away with time. This time there is not much we can race towards though, no further levels to take the "relationship" if it can be called that. So this time I feel a bit safer, a bit less likely to be let down. This time I'm just going to run with it and see how far we can go. And maybe that's all there is to romance, walking the furthest distance you can with someone and enjoying every minute of it. Maybe.
- I hate being SMALL. I hate hate hate being petite, slight, delicate, tiny, miniature, twee. I hate it with the all consuming passion that can only rest easy in a bigger person's frame. But I have never been able to run from that description or the utter and complete delight that guys who like me seem to find in my smallness. *face palm*
2) You're amazingly proportionate.
- For most of my teenage life and my early adulthood I was skinny. Sickeningly skinny. I weighed a total of 40-42kg at the height that I am now. I am now what I consider a massive 7-9kg (depending on the time of month and time of day) over that weight. I liked being skinny. I liked being very very lean and having absolutely no spare meat whatsoever. I liked my concave stomach and the line that ran down its middle. I liked that no one I knew had a hope in the world of fitting into my jeans. I liked that with every step I took, my muscles bunched in such a way that a deep line bisected the outside of my thighs into 2 long lean halves. I liked that I was so skinny, people who didn't know me well thought that I was actually tall because I was just one lean line from head to toe. My shape was without doubt a V - broad shoulders dominating a much smaller waist and hip. I felt then that my skinniness was intrinsic to who I was... then I went to the UK and developed boobs and hips and God forbid... a butt. My lingerie wardrobe went from never wearing a bra to being able to pleasantly fill a normal bra to worryingly increasing cup sizes to OMG-my-cups-runneth-over-I-am-so-not-buying-this-bra-it-is-abnormal-for-someone-with-my-frame-to-be-the-cup-size-that-is-stated-on-the-label. All this thanks to over-hormoned British cows whose milk I drank like water :P
3) You're smart
- What the hell does that mean and what am I supposed to do with it?
4) Your skin is amazingly fair
- Now this is a fairly recent one, I have to admit. I've always been a sun-worshipper and absolutely charred black most of my life. I went from the golden brown that only kids have to a brown so dark I was tanner than most guys. Then the UK and lack of sun happened and then my job happened and I guess I just stopped going outdoors. Now being tanned is a matter of pride in a girl's school where your skin colour is a jock's badge of honour (not even joking about this one). Again like being skinny, being tanned somehow became intrinsic to who I was...
5) You have amazing hair
- I haven't heard this one in a long time since I've decided to lay off the long hair forever. At one point though it was this HUGE draw. I will never understand men and long hair. Honest.
6) You're loyal
- Read comment no. 3. I have 3 words for you buster, "Get A Dog"
7) You're even tempered
- I'M even tempered? *Laughs hysterically*
8) You know me so well
- OMG get a shrink or go to church and talk to God
9) You have a nice voice
- I hate my voice. It's equally parts nasally and equal parts whiny and way way more high-pitched than what I hear in my head.
10) You are amazing/ beautiful
- I am not the kind of person who is able to accept another's declaration of love or like. I find any such declaration suspicious and perhaps bereft of the proper thorough thinking that should have gone into any words that we allow to pass through our lips. That someone doesn't run screaming at the though of spending the next weekend, month, months, years with me is something that amazes me every time. I tend to believe that they don't know me, the real me. I tend not to hold much faith in such words, expecting them to fall away with time. This time there is not much we can race towards though, no further levels to take the "relationship" if it can be called that. So this time I feel a bit safer, a bit less likely to be let down. This time I'm just going to run with it and see how far we can go. And maybe that's all there is to romance, walking the furthest distance you can with someone and enjoying every minute of it. Maybe.