Weight {Revisited} and Nicknames

I think I should apologize. My post about weight, or more exactly-my obsession with my weight, was not intended to-
1. Have any of you worry I have a raging eating disorder (which I take super seriously) or…
2. Make anyone feel bad.

I get why weight can be such a taboo subject, especially around women. Here’s the thing. At my old job, one of my duties was to go over the images from our photo-shoots with a sharpie, and literally circle and notate the things on these SUPERMODELS bodies I wanted retouched. Things that just weren’t perfect enough. Me! Full of imperfections ME! I’m not going to sugarcoat this-retouching happens,and will always happen. Hopefully, not to the extent of the Demi Moore W cover, because that’s not retouching, that’s INSANITY. I worked on a shoot with supermodel and super NICE girl Miranda Kerr, and in person, she’s as stunning, if not MORE than in her pictures. Yet a few days later, I had her blown up images on the floor of my office, going through one by one, circling her imperfections to send back to the photographers studio. And that was only round one. Sometimes I’d send them back 5 or 6 times.

I wasn’t thinking of how she told me she wanted to write a book on being healthy, or how we laughed when some of the looks my team had picked out just didn’t look GOOD once on a human body, I forgot how sweet she was, how funny and warm…I forgot she was a person.

I never want MY person to come second to MY size. Ms. Kerr was payed a pretty penny (SERIOUSLY they get paid so much to do NOTHING but stand there and pose omg jealous), and I’ll never be a supermodel-I just feel that my previous post on weight was a bit irresponsible. At that moment, I felt myself sliding into a darker place, and I put it out here, for anyone to read. That’s what blogging is though-a series of moments, of feelings, of things that happen-I guess I just want you all to know that my experiences, just like yours, have shaped how I react to certain things. So many will say that the fashion industry fucked me up. And to them, I say absolutely not. It’s taken my blinders off. Not these blinders though. They’re Versace’s I stole from the gay bff.  Oh and also, should I slide into the dark place-trust I will get help…Just like Ron Artest. Did you see that?! HILARIOUS. I shall thank “my hood and my psychiatrist.”(Happy and secure in my skin. Except I need a tan like WHOA.)

So I will continue to Tweet and Facebook about what I’m doing-and during the week, I’m hitting the gym pretty hard. I mean, I don’t know how to make that more interesting. I will say that I’ve made THE BEST WORKOUT PLAYLIST EVER and if you want it let me know. Holy crap, music makes all the difference. But on the weekends, I’m eating mac and cheese, making bad decisions and drunk tweeting, so maybe you should just tune in on Saturday nights? I dunno

Not this weekend though. This weekend I am MELLOW. God. Every time I say that, it’s like the Universe is all, haha nope, jokes on you, get your curling iron out biatch. And I’m like, why is the Universe calling me a biatch? Seriously though, I do not want to do anything but clean my house, lay by the pool, read your blogs!!!!, sleep in, and NOT DO MY HAIR. And stay as far away from men as possible. A girl needs a break. Well, the only man I want to hang out with is my Dad! Looking forward to Father’s Day…I love my daddy

So!  I did something REALLY RIDICULOUS-and posted about it on We Love Dates this week…oh did I say, I did it? Nah, it was “my friend.” mmmhmm.

Friends…they give me some good advice, and since I’m so blessed in the friend dept, I thought I share some gems from this week with you-they make me pee laughing.
via Hanako66-“Mo Nicknames, Mo Problems” Read We Love Dates. Just…read it.
and via Oughtasay-”Move to Canada already. Rearrange my furniture all you want and stuff my freezer with funny Asian tea, or whatever it is you like. I will buy you all the soy lattes I can afford (or that D can afford). We will live in black and white sitcom harmony, with fabulous hair, perma fake eyelashes and wicked lesbian blowouts. kthnxbye”

Have a lovely weekend dolls!

Love you mean it.

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