· First, let me bitch that I start school tomorrow...and I don't wanna.
Also, I remembered my other new year's resolution. To save more money. Meaning more realistically to spend less. However, this like all of my other resolutions have not been put into play yet and its the 6th of January. I have a little over $225 to get me through the month, I forgot to drink more water up until today and I had Arby's for dinner last night...and baked cookies today.
It was such a lovely day in Columbia, that Joe and I took Riley to the dog park. She was confused for a while, but then got into the groove of eating goose poop and avoiding all contact with other lifeforms. She also decided that she loved playing in the mud puddles there. Joe gave her a bath when we got home.
Now for the girl problems...not that kind of girl problems...
Does looking good require you to have money? Does looking good require you to be thin?
I went shopping on Saturday and as usual, came away hating myself. Hating myself because I don't have the money that it seems to take to wear anything remotely trendy. Because I'm not super thin.
One would argue (to which I agree to the most part) that you can look good on a budget but you have to know how to shop and what for. I don't. And I don't have those people from What Not to Where showing me how to dress for my career or my body type and giving me $5000 for a wardrobe providing I throw out my crap clothes.
One could also argue that its really not about what you look like, but a self image, self confidence issue. Anyone looks good if they feel good about themselves. I for the most part see myself as having fairly good self confidence when it comes to body issues. I know my faults and I accept them. I know what it takes to change them but I also know that I love fast food. I mean, I'm like most other girls. I cry every once in a while because I don't look good in that, because someone make an off hand comment that may not even be about you!, or the boyfriend who could stand to loose a few pounds himself jokingly calls you pudgy or something. This is fine because overall I know what I am. I'm okay being what I am now-one cup size and one or two pants sizes larger than I was before vet school when I weighed 128lbs that summer. I was happy then too. It wouldn't hurt if I went back to that though...I need to lift some cows, work two jobs and sleep.
Anyway, I suppose that it boils down to me filing the following complaint-
Saturday, I saw alot of super cute clothes that I think I would look really great and trendy in but 1) they were too expensive and 2) they aren't made for me. I'm not fat enough in the right places (though going up a cup size helped!), I'm too fat in others. My main pet peeve is the trendy billowy shirts and dresses. They're cute on the hanger, they're cute on the models but when I put them on, I look about four or five months pregnant. Not something I need. So UGH!
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on January 11, 2011.]
Does looking good require you to have money? Does looking good require you to be thin?
I went shopping on Saturday and as usual, came away hating myself. Hating myself because I don't have the money that it seems to take to wear anything remotely trendy. Because I'm not super thin.
One would argue (to which I agree to the most part) that you can look good on a budget but you have to know how to shop and what for. I don't. And I don't have those people from What Not to Where showing me how to dress for my career or my body type and giving me $5000 for a wardrobe providing I throw out my crap clothes.
One could also argue that its really not about what you look like, but a self image, self confidence issue. Anyone looks good if they feel good about themselves. I for the most part see myself as having fairly good self confidence when it comes to body issues. I know my faults and I accept them. I know what it takes to change them but I also know that I love fast food. I mean, I'm like most other girls. I cry every once in a while because I don't look good in that, because someone make an off hand comment that may not even be about you!, or the boyfriend who could stand to loose a few pounds himself jokingly calls you pudgy or something. This is fine because overall I know what I am. I'm okay being what I am now-one cup size and one or two pants sizes larger than I was before vet school when I weighed 128lbs that summer. I was happy then too. It wouldn't hurt if I went back to that though...I need to lift some cows, work two jobs and sleep.
Anyway, I suppose that it boils down to me filing the following complaint-
Saturday, I saw alot of super cute clothes that I think I would look really great and trendy in but 1) they were too expensive and 2) they aren't made for me. I'm not fat enough in the right places (though going up a cup size helped!), I'm too fat in others. My main pet peeve is the trendy billowy shirts and dresses. They're cute on the hanger, they're cute on the models but when I put them on, I look about four or five months pregnant. Not something I need. So UGH!
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on January 11, 2011.]
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