heather00770

I was a chubby teen. Then it dawned on me: Get off the couch and work-out. Now I’m 24, and my family members are always whinning about how they want to loose weight. They look at me and say, “why are you always working out; you’re already thin”. And “well if you don’t eat pork skins then what DO you to eat???” Then, “well you are thin so you can afford to eat spoonfuls of Crisco”. Question. Do people think you can eat spoonfuls of Crisco and stay thin? Is that what people panther after? Answer. A good physique and working arteries are not in the bottom of your 3rd bucket of fried chicken. If you can’t put the pork chops down, realize you may never be a size 2,4,or 6 even if you are Kate Moss’s twin on crack. Accept how you look, get confident, stop hatin’, and move on with your life. Because I’m trying to focus on my goal to be in good health and good shape all my life, and I can’t hear my iPod while I’m out jogging worrying about haters like you.

And I know that. That’s why I hate it when people say, “Oh, you’ll change when you meet the right person.” Well, if he’s the right person, he will know I’ll never want to marry him and he’ll be cool with being my - lover. Yes, I said it - lover. And no, he won’t be moving in with me . My godmother will never have the chance to make “shackin’ up” provoked frowns of disapproval with her eyebrows. I don’t think the married are suckers or anything. But they seem to always have an agenda to prove to the world (me) that they didn’t get a raw deal: They are forever telling me how much I will “find the right person” and have a “family”, while whinning contradictorily about their spouse being “set in their ways” and their kids driving them to drink heavily. But what is a family really? I think a lifetime of friends and loving oneself enough to control one’s own destiny is all the family a person needs. Mr. Right will just have to agree to love me as long as he will and to leave me, baggage free with no divorce settlement to pay, the minute that he doesn’t.

Well, I am done with my first semester, after taking 12 hours of exams. And I think I may have failed every single last one. At least three of them. I ever had a dream I did…