I just got back from Blogher 09 and I'm exhausted. It's a good kind of exhaustion, the one that comes from too much fun and too much time in a car (roadtrip!). BlogHer 09 wasn't all fun and frivolity though. One of the best sessions I attended dealt with some very serious issues. It was the Blogs and Body Image Room of Your Own session. It is going to stick with me for a long time. On the (really long) drive home I decided it was finally time to read Laurie Halse Anderson's Wintergirls.
I feel like this gets easier as you go. I mean, I haven't been faced with a buffet yet, but I have been to my Mom's house where crap is just laying about often enough. I was there last Saturday and she had some fried hashbrowns on the stove. They were just sitting there, mocking me. So I took one and broke off one quarter of the end.
MMMMmmmmmmmm, it was heavenly. So I went and drank some water, but the taste was still lingering. So I ate the rest. Yeah, completely forgetting that those things clock in somewhere around 10 points for ONE. ONE!!! Stupid.
When I was on my group spree I stumbled across the 101 in 1001 group. The idea truly inspired me. I've noticed that when I make a commitment and monitor how much time I spend on something great things happen! So this seemed like a great thing to try. And after 3 days or so I finally finished my 101 List. Hope mine inspires you.
God before all things....
Let me preface this by saying, I am so paranoid about my girls developing body issues that if you ask them ,"What are you?" Their standard answer, with absolutely no conceit, is, "Perfection!" Or as Bella likes to say ,"Perfectional!" I am trying to raise them to know that they are perfect as is; to know that people come in all shapes, sizes,and colors and we are all of the same worth. We are all the perfect us that we are suppose to be.I stress this point to them.
The other day I was driving in the car with my aunt and she started
screaming at me because I did not want to go somewhere with her out of
town. I agreed because I was practically having a panic attack and just
wanted her to stop yelling at me. But, then I realized that's how she
get's her way she screams and knows I will give in and throws a tantrum
like a two year old. So this time I was like I'm not going to give in
out of fear. I really stuck up for myself and set some boundaries. I
told her I would not be going. Of course I was expecting to be fired
One. I don’t want to be fat on my wedding day.
I’ve not stuck with my no-sugar, no-gluten diet and daily workout
for the past several days. After losing almost 3 pounds in the first
two weeks of eating very clean, I slipped up when I had to travel for
work last week. I avoided all the pastries set out as snacks in our
meeting room. I didn’t have a single coffee, even though I was two
hours ahead of my normal body clock. But on Thursday night, I had three
Are fake boobs a faux pas? It all depends on who you ask. When it comes to cosmetic surgery we all have our own level of tolerance as to what is acceptable and how much plastic is pathological. But what if your smile makes you sad, or your eye sight is impairing your better judgment? Why should you suffer when a relatively minor procedure or fix can make you feel a whole lot better about yourself?
My hair looks crazy, and I look jacked. It’s been this way for about 2 months now. I’m a broke, possibly unemployed (a whole different story) newly-wed in a new town. This town, while I like it, doesn’t exactly cater to my culture. I think I saw 2 home perm kits in the local beauty supply... Anyway, for about 2 months my hair has been unkempt. Most of the black woman reading this will probably gasp. 2 months?!?