Hey babydolls!
Thanks for all the kind things you guys said about my last journal! I love you sweet dahlings!
All of my journals are pretty personal and open. this one will be no different than the rest.
This is a dissection of me.
Subject: schoolgirl
Age: 21 +7 years experience
Height & Weight: 5 feet & 96lbs
Composition: 10% coffee, 25% spaghetti, 2% metal, 48% striped, 15% plaid.... 100% questionable sanity
Before:
Face: subject has dark brown eyes, olive skin, and hair color unknown to self.
Chest: often photographed by self as fetish, pierced, perky, 32AA
Stomach: contains 2 marbles, bacon, unreasonable amounts of sports drink, and happiest filled with sushi
Bum: damn, that is some serious ghetto booty. look how much higher the skirt is in the back!
Thighs: subject has child bearing curves. dangerous ones.
Legs: permanently striped. not possible to remedy.
Good Idea: awesome tattoo
Bad Idea: don't ever let your ex bf tattoo a cross on your hand.
On a lesser silly note, I was thinking earlier today about my body. I am awfully proud of it. There was a time I wasn't---last year. Last year this time I was 83 lbs. Think about the last time you weighed 83lbs. you were probably 10. I probably looked like a 10 year old boy. I had no hips or breasts at all.
At that time, I was still layed off from my job, in huge financial trouble cause of my exhusband, trying to keep my apartment, and making my daughter the first concern. the truth is, I wasn't starving myself, I was just making everything else a priority. constant stress and worrying, looking for a job, and making sure my daughter had her needs met first wrecked my body and left me little food and time for myself. I got black and blues from the slightest bumps, my skin was always cold, and my bones ached.
I am kind of ashamed of not taking care of myself. I could have died and left her with nothing. As much as I thought I was being responsible, I wasn't. not to mention, I looked like a nightmare. Lesson learned. The only thing you actually have all your own is your body.
So please take care of yourselves cause someone out there loves you and I am one of those people. Now that I am healthier, people can count on me for more and that is the best feeling ever.
Subject is reassembled and full of life.
Thanks for all the kind things you guys said about my last journal! I love you sweet dahlings!
All of my journals are pretty personal and open. this one will be no different than the rest.
This is a dissection of me.
Subject: schoolgirl
Age: 21 +7 years experience
Height & Weight: 5 feet & 96lbs
Composition: 10% coffee, 25% spaghetti, 2% metal, 48% striped, 15% plaid.... 100% questionable sanity
Before:
Face: subject has dark brown eyes, olive skin, and hair color unknown to self.
Chest: often photographed by self as fetish, pierced, perky, 32AA
Stomach: contains 2 marbles, bacon, unreasonable amounts of sports drink, and happiest filled with sushi
Bum: damn, that is some serious ghetto booty. look how much higher the skirt is in the back!
Thighs: subject has child bearing curves. dangerous ones.
Legs: permanently striped. not possible to remedy.
Good Idea: awesome tattoo
Bad Idea: don't ever let your ex bf tattoo a cross on your hand.
On a lesser silly note, I was thinking earlier today about my body. I am awfully proud of it. There was a time I wasn't---last year. Last year this time I was 83 lbs. Think about the last time you weighed 83lbs. you were probably 10. I probably looked like a 10 year old boy. I had no hips or breasts at all.
At that time, I was still layed off from my job, in huge financial trouble cause of my exhusband, trying to keep my apartment, and making my daughter the first concern. the truth is, I wasn't starving myself, I was just making everything else a priority. constant stress and worrying, looking for a job, and making sure my daughter had her needs met first wrecked my body and left me little food and time for myself. I got black and blues from the slightest bumps, my skin was always cold, and my bones ached.
I am kind of ashamed of not taking care of myself. I could have died and left her with nothing. As much as I thought I was being responsible, I wasn't. not to mention, I looked like a nightmare. Lesson learned. The only thing you actually have all your own is your body.
So please take care of yourselves cause someone out there loves you and I am one of those people. Now that I am healthier, people can count on me for more and that is the best feeling ever.
Subject is reassembled and full of life.
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