standards suck, so do a lot of people.
you knwo what i hate? medical and societal standards. who says we have to be a certain weight if we're so many inches tall? oh, that's right...my doctor.
so, my migraine is over, i'm a happy camper. after a week of pain, it's gone by the end of the day--and i almost didn't make it to school, then almost had to go home. but i was happy and proud of my self for pushing through it. it was a sunny day. i had just had a great weekend, prom. I was feeling really good about myself, and this morning when i looked in the mirror, low and behold, i liked what i saw.
then i head to the hospital for my yearly physical. first, some ass, speeds (IN REVERSE) across the parking lot to cut me off so he can get a parking spot. The little old lady he almost hit, well, her heart withstood the near miss. Sucks for him that i got a perfect spot in the shade by the door. All goes well, i'm still in a good mood, at the doctor's--still in a good mood even though i know shots are headed my way. But then, my doctor looks at my heightv.weight chart and almost cringes. She looks at me and informs me that i need to lose about ten pounds (well, fifteen rather) to be doing good. She says it's not an emergency that i drop the weight immediately, but, you know, i would be advised to lose the weight.
UP YOURS.
I finally was able to look at myself and be pleased with what i saw, i had successfully lost a few pounds for my prom dress without going on a nazi starving diet. And, i need to lose about fifteen more? WTF, WTF? Just so i can be deemed normal on her stupid little chart? Really, my weight is fine, it doesn't inhibit me physically, and is not a health threat. But apparently, I need to keep a very careful eye that it doesn't (GOD FORBID) go up at all in the future. You know what, i really don't give a fucking damn if i am overweight on her fucking chart. I am who i am, and i don't want to be compared to the "normal" because quite frankly, no one is normal. Small hands, big ass, you know everything balances out. The worst thing was how she said it. It just cut me down in seconds, and i usually am not paranoid about my weight. You know what? I'm breathing, and i think that's damn good enough for me. And if i lose weight, it's not to be in the fifty percent range of girls with my height. It's because I, me, myself, want to.
And another thing, you drivers ont he road, were asses today. The little red car...sped up from behind me to cut me off, yes, i flipped you off, and honked, and i never do either. you almost caused an accident. People need to be nice, and let someone in, that way people wouldn't have to force their way in all the time.
So moral of my entry, who gives a damn if you fit the mold...maybe it's better if you're not the same shape as everyone else. Think of "baby got back" ...how many people like to dance to "thin stick girl"? And be nice on the road.
so, my migraine is over, i'm a happy camper. after a week of pain, it's gone by the end of the day--and i almost didn't make it to school, then almost had to go home. but i was happy and proud of my self for pushing through it. it was a sunny day. i had just had a great weekend, prom. I was feeling really good about myself, and this morning when i looked in the mirror, low and behold, i liked what i saw.
then i head to the hospital for my yearly physical. first, some ass, speeds (IN REVERSE) across the parking lot to cut me off so he can get a parking spot. The little old lady he almost hit, well, her heart withstood the near miss. Sucks for him that i got a perfect spot in the shade by the door. All goes well, i'm still in a good mood, at the doctor's--still in a good mood even though i know shots are headed my way. But then, my doctor looks at my heightv.weight chart and almost cringes. She looks at me and informs me that i need to lose about ten pounds (well, fifteen rather) to be doing good. She says it's not an emergency that i drop the weight immediately, but, you know, i would be advised to lose the weight.
UP YOURS.
I finally was able to look at myself and be pleased with what i saw, i had successfully lost a few pounds for my prom dress without going on a nazi starving diet. And, i need to lose about fifteen more? WTF, WTF? Just so i can be deemed normal on her stupid little chart? Really, my weight is fine, it doesn't inhibit me physically, and is not a health threat. But apparently, I need to keep a very careful eye that it doesn't (GOD FORBID) go up at all in the future. You know what, i really don't give a fucking damn if i am overweight on her fucking chart. I am who i am, and i don't want to be compared to the "normal" because quite frankly, no one is normal. Small hands, big ass, you know everything balances out. The worst thing was how she said it. It just cut me down in seconds, and i usually am not paranoid about my weight. You know what? I'm breathing, and i think that's damn good enough for me. And if i lose weight, it's not to be in the fifty percent range of girls with my height. It's because I, me, myself, want to.
And another thing, you drivers ont he road, were asses today. The little red car...sped up from behind me to cut me off, yes, i flipped you off, and honked, and i never do either. you almost caused an accident. People need to be nice, and let someone in, that way people wouldn't have to force their way in all the time.
So moral of my entry, who gives a damn if you fit the mold...maybe it's better if you're not the same shape as everyone else. Think of "baby got back" ...how many people like to dance to "thin stick girl"? And be nice on the road.