Italics overload
So, you know how only 2% of the population has a flat stomach? Well, apparently, they all go to Ithaca College, because I'm the only person with a convex belly.
I hate it. I wish I liked my belly/thought it was normal but it's hard to feel that way when there are so many skinny girls wearing two-piece bikinis or running in sports bras, unashamed of their flat stomachs that oh-so-conveniently conform to the flat-stomach norm. I could never do that! I'd be laughed at for the rest of my natural life at IC (which, fortunately, is only a little over a year, but that's besides the point).
I'm participating in an experiment for a friend's Creativity and Madness class - she created a separate LJ for me to update in and I update every day for the rest of this week. I'm quickly learning...I'm fairly depressed. Or, at least I'd be perceived that way. It's a combination of being a rough week and a week where I'm being particularly hard on myself. I basically fucked up any chance I may or may not have had to be an editorial intern at Bitch Magazine. I'm keeping up a conversation with the current intern, and a little part of me is hoping, maybe, just maybe, but considering I applied for a feminist organization and most feminists present themselves better verbally than I do, getting it now is kind of like winning the lottery: it's never going to happen.
Also, updating on Safari and don't have any ad-blocking, but this shit where I have to be subjected to a 30-second spot before viewing someone's userinfo? Oh, hell no. Shit like this reminds me why I don't update here anymore.
I hate it. I wish I liked my belly/thought it was normal but it's hard to feel that way when there are so many skinny girls wearing two-piece bikinis or running in sports bras, unashamed of their flat stomachs that oh-so-conveniently conform to the flat-stomach norm. I could never do that! I'd be laughed at for the rest of my natural life at IC (which, fortunately, is only a little over a year, but that's besides the point).
I'm participating in an experiment for a friend's Creativity and Madness class - she created a separate LJ for me to update in and I update every day for the rest of this week. I'm quickly learning...I'm fairly depressed. Or, at least I'd be perceived that way. It's a combination of being a rough week and a week where I'm being particularly hard on myself. I basically fucked up any chance I may or may not have had to be an editorial intern at Bitch Magazine. I'm keeping up a conversation with the current intern, and a little part of me is hoping, maybe, just maybe, but considering I applied for a feminist organization and most feminists present themselves better verbally than I do, getting it now is kind of like winning the lottery: it's never going to happen.
Also, updating on Safari and don't have any ad-blocking, but this shit where I have to be subjected to a 30-second spot before viewing someone's userinfo? Oh, hell no. Shit like this reminds me why I don't update here anymore.