orphelia

I'm in a very strange mood today.

Got up early and went climbing up the Wrekin, and felt ace. It was just really good to be out. In clean fresh air, in the heart of the world, nothing but trees and birds and sunlight.

I get home and it's like, I dunno, major comedown. I don't wanna do anything. I can't decide what I'm so bummed about.

I don't think it's me I don't like, although, thanks to my ever so tactful father, I am feeling less than enthused about my legs, oh, and my arms.
I know he doesn't mean it, and he thinks he's being cute, but comments like, 'wow honey, you've got really chunky calves. And I didn't realise how big you're arms were either' in front of friends are not the way to go. Ever.

I know he's being weird and it's probably got something to do with his hangover, but it's just niggling away at my new found self-confidence. I never had good body image when I was growing up, and I know I'm not alone in that, everyone is less than pleased with what they were given at some point in their lives. But I found it really hard to get over.

I guess that's mostly what it is. But I've just made smoothies from scratch whilst singing along to Fall Out Boy very loundly, and now I feel funky. I think I may go be creative later.

And I do actually quite like what I got given.

Damn it, I have a fantastic figure.

He's just a dufus.