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Sep. 30th, 2010
You're Pretty When You're Mine
Sep. 30th, 2010 10:35 amIt's coming up on photo progress day: my cam, my tape measure, and no mercy. Who else is up for it?
Today I'm getting interviewed by a researcher for some sort of psychology/sociology project on Aboriginals' life experiences. It should be interesting, and I get a $25 gift card for my participation. Woo!
It's also gym day. Time to make those muscles bigger and stronger. This morning, while I languished in bed trying to get back to sleep after a premature wake-up, I contemplated changing the way I do my front planks. I think I'm going to attempt to hold 90-second crocodile asana, instead. I don't expect I'll be able to hold it for 90 seconds for quite some time, but when I can, well, I'll be impressed with myself.
In case you don't know what that asana looks like, it's this:
![[Crocodile]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/84ee58344db1/2919457-828268/elsieyogakula.files.wordpress.com/2007/02/chattarunga-dandasana.jpg "[Crocodile]")
(Check out the website that picture is from. It looks like a nice yoga resource.)
Link time!
Judge Stuffed Acorns With Condoms: He handed them out to unsuspecting women. Even better, he's from Intercourse, Pennsylvania.
Squirrels masturbate to avoid sexually transmitted infections: What squirrels really do with their nuts.
Converse...pants?: I like these, but how on earth would you launder them?
Today's baking/cooking projects are:
- Vegetarian Boston Baked Beans
- Honey Yoghourt Cheese
- Flaxseed, Fig, and Walnut Crackers
Mmmm.
Holy crap, but I sure am looking forward to my weekend!
Today I'm getting interviewed by a researcher for some sort of psychology/sociology project on Aboriginals' life experiences. It should be interesting, and I get a $25 gift card for my participation. Woo!
It's also gym day. Time to make those muscles bigger and stronger. This morning, while I languished in bed trying to get back to sleep after a premature wake-up, I contemplated changing the way I do my front planks. I think I'm going to attempt to hold 90-second crocodile asana, instead. I don't expect I'll be able to hold it for 90 seconds for quite some time, but when I can, well, I'll be impressed with myself.
In case you don't know what that asana looks like, it's this:
(Check out the website that picture is from. It looks like a nice yoga resource.)
Link time!
Judge Stuffed Acorns With Condoms: He handed them out to unsuspecting women. Even better, he's from Intercourse, Pennsylvania.
Squirrels masturbate to avoid sexually transmitted infections: What squirrels really do with their nuts.
Converse...pants?: I like these, but how on earth would you launder them?
Today's baking/cooking projects are:
- Vegetarian Boston Baked Beans
- Honey Yoghourt Cheese
- Flaxseed, Fig, and Walnut Crackers
Mmmm.
Holy crap, but I sure am looking forward to my weekend!
It's What's Inside That Counts
Sep. 30th, 2010 04:47 pmI'm being called fat-phobic in another community because I have the temerity to say that women with no curves are as worthy as women with curves. Terms like skinny privilege are being thrown at me. I feel as though people are having a dick-waving contest, only instead of showing who's got the bigger wang, they're boasting over who's the bigger victim.
Life ain't easy, whether you're fat or thin or tall or short. Just as fat does not equate to unfit, skinny does not equate to fit (and even fit does not equate to happy). Yes, clothes are harder to find when you're bigger than a size twelve. Yes, it sucks. But guess what? It's not the end of the world. Life is what you make of it, and each one of us is going to have our own individual setbacks. Some will be unique, and some will be commonplace. The idea that having a particular body shape is the golden ticket to a good life is utter bosh.
Stop pointing fingers. You're not perfect. Neither am I. We are all human. We are all flawed. There will always be someone better off and worse off than you, and skinniness/fatness is so damned irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. I firmly believe that everyone has value and potential, and it is up to each of us to make what we can of ourselves, despite whatever setbacks life throws our way. I don't care what you look like, but I care that you take care of yourself and one another. You only have one life, and one body, so look after it, and be decent to other people, for fuck's sake.
Life ain't easy, whether you're fat or thin or tall or short. Just as fat does not equate to unfit, skinny does not equate to fit (and even fit does not equate to happy). Yes, clothes are harder to find when you're bigger than a size twelve. Yes, it sucks. But guess what? It's not the end of the world. Life is what you make of it, and each one of us is going to have our own individual setbacks. Some will be unique, and some will be commonplace. The idea that having a particular body shape is the golden ticket to a good life is utter bosh.
Stop pointing fingers. You're not perfect. Neither am I. We are all human. We are all flawed. There will always be someone better off and worse off than you, and skinniness/fatness is so damned irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. I firmly believe that everyone has value and potential, and it is up to each of us to make what we can of ourselves, despite whatever setbacks life throws our way. I don't care what you look like, but I care that you take care of yourself and one another. You only have one life, and one body, so look after it, and be decent to other people, for fuck's sake.
