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I am officially done with college. I only have to hand in paperwork about my colloquium, and finish working for Sut, but classes and finals are over. This feels very odd. And I have more than 10 days until graduation. I'll have things to do during that time, working for SRRI to make some extra cash before Boy Wonder and I move into the new flat (ha, yes I said that) and RA commitments/parties.
Speaking of parties, there was a German department farewell thing today, and it was adorable. I love the German department so much, I loved the classes, the professors and the other German students. I wish I had been a little more 'fleiBig' about studying it, but I'm not planning to quit any time soon. Caitlyn and I are graduating so Anna gave us some gummis, a picture of our class, a really cute card and a CD WITH GERMAN MUSIK! I am so excited about this. Also, one of my summer goals is to read more fiction, since I never do, and there is a perfect candidate: The Painted Kiss. It's historical fiction, which I can tolerate more readily since it's based in fact, and it's about Gustav Klimt and Emilie Floge, his scandalously young lover. I love his art, and Vienna, so this should be a good one.
Last night I basically finished a camisole I'd been knitting. I put it on, and it fit very well, but I looked in the mirror and realized that I'm shaped like a guitar. Meaning I have a pretty small waist, but fucking HUGE hips. I know I carry extra weight there, but I prodded around and realized that the bones are pretty out there too. Meaning that if I lost---make that when I lose the heinous college weight, I'll still have an extremely hourglass shape.
I guess that's a good thing. It's considered uber-feminine (big hips mean you're good for birthin' children!) but I have to say I'm a little less than psyched about it. I don't like to talk about how much I hate what the Pill and college eating has done to my frame because people always tell me that I look fine. I realize it could be a lot worse, and I'm a healthy weight for my height (5'8) but...it's kind of aesthetic. I happen to like the bodies of runners, ballerinas, Audrey Hepburn, Egon Schiele paintings, all reedy bodies. Some may say emaciated. I've never had an eating disorder, much the opposite, I absolutely love food and usually have a reasonable relationship with it. I can overindulge like anyone else. I really like moving, but usually can't keep up any respectable exercise routine...ech, I'm hoping to change this now that I'll be having a much more normal schedule.
Not a pity party. Just sharing. I have read a bit about American obesity, and I really like looking at the habits of other, healthier cultures (and trying to adopt them). In high school there was a club that put up all of these posters of Kate Moss with accusations of anorexia written on them, and I launched a counter poster campaign saying it was cruel to assume that any thin person has an eating disorder.
Remarks on body image anyone?
Cirilia
Speaking of parties, there was a German department farewell thing today, and it was adorable. I love the German department so much, I loved the classes, the professors and the other German students. I wish I had been a little more 'fleiBig' about studying it, but I'm not planning to quit any time soon. Caitlyn and I are graduating so Anna gave us some gummis, a picture of our class, a really cute card and a CD WITH GERMAN MUSIK! I am so excited about this. Also, one of my summer goals is to read more fiction, since I never do, and there is a perfect candidate: The Painted Kiss. It's historical fiction, which I can tolerate more readily since it's based in fact, and it's about Gustav Klimt and Emilie Floge, his scandalously young lover. I love his art, and Vienna, so this should be a good one.
Last night I basically finished a camisole I'd been knitting. I put it on, and it fit very well, but I looked in the mirror and realized that I'm shaped like a guitar. Meaning I have a pretty small waist, but fucking HUGE hips. I know I carry extra weight there, but I prodded around and realized that the bones are pretty out there too. Meaning that if I lost---make that when I lose the heinous college weight, I'll still have an extremely hourglass shape.
I guess that's a good thing. It's considered uber-feminine (big hips mean you're good for birthin' children!) but I have to say I'm a little less than psyched about it. I don't like to talk about how much I hate what the Pill and college eating has done to my frame because people always tell me that I look fine. I realize it could be a lot worse, and I'm a healthy weight for my height (5'8) but...it's kind of aesthetic. I happen to like the bodies of runners, ballerinas, Audrey Hepburn, Egon Schiele paintings, all reedy bodies. Some may say emaciated. I've never had an eating disorder, much the opposite, I absolutely love food and usually have a reasonable relationship with it. I can overindulge like anyone else. I really like moving, but usually can't keep up any respectable exercise routine...ech, I'm hoping to change this now that I'll be having a much more normal schedule.
Not a pity party. Just sharing. I have read a bit about American obesity, and I really like looking at the habits of other, healthier cultures (and trying to adopt them). In high school there was a club that put up all of these posters of Kate Moss with accusations of anorexia written on them, and I launched a counter poster campaign saying it was cruel to assume that any thin person has an eating disorder.
Remarks on body image anyone?
Cirilia