Okay, Miley won the Internet yesterday. Good for her. I hope she finds herself soon and settles into one identity. And I really hope Hazmat took that foam finger away in a hazardous materials bag.
I am now moving on. Miley doesn’t get to win the Internet two days in a row, dammit!
Let’s talk about Ben Affleck as the next Batman. Why so mad, Internet? As my friend Stoney says–he’s just following the rules we set.
You cannot be upset with Ben Affleck as the next Batman because THESE ARE THE RULES.
Random topic change, because hey, this is my blog and I can do what I want…
So, the other day, I uncovered my original “fat” picture. I am not exaggerating when I tell you I looked like Jiminy Glick.
It horrified me. And it made me feel amazingly ugly and kinda knocked me for a loop. I’m carrying it around with me, and I’m just amazed that I had been so unhappy with my life that I allowed myself to don a real fat suit. Because honestly, that’s what it looks like. It’s so bad, I can’t even post it.
But trust me, you put a red shirt, sunglasses and blond hair on Glick and you’ve got me.
How do I get past that? I know I should be proud of how far I’ve come, but it just makes me sad. And no matter how much I try to move on mentally and love myself for who I am…it makes me realize I still see myself as that girl. Fat on the outside and faking my way through life because I felt so ugly and unsexy, I had to fake it. I know those things are attitude. It’s amazing how fast that picture pulled me back into that dark place.
Seriously bitches, I do NOT wanna go back there again!
Here’s to walking, Turbo Fire, and eating bean sprouts til I take root…