one of the most annoying things about being a woman or maybe just being me is my complete and utter inability to look at my body in an objective and realistic way. last night i was looking through a humungous pile of photographs trying to find random pictures of people at weddings to show to B. she is worried about what to wear when she goes to a wedding in England because it seems that we dress a bit more formally over there. for example, for most of the wedding's i've attended i've worn a dress suit and a big hat (despite the fact that i look hideous in a hat). anyway, while i was looking for these photos i came across lots of old pics of me from between 5 and 10 years ago and you know what, i wasn't fat. not even a little bit. yet i have spent my whole life feeling overweight. of course, looking at these photo's now i keep telling myself that i was fine then but i'm too big now. i woudn't be surprised if in 5 years time i look back at pictures taken this year and think i looked ok. how stupid am i? (answer: very)
(i showed some of the old photos of what i percieve as a slimmer me to the cg and he asked if he could keep one by the bed so he could fantasize about the old me while having sex with the regular me...he got a large slap).
1:17 p.m. - July 21, 2006
Recent entries:
I did good
Me
Nights suck
-
Tea and hamsters
My profile
Archives
Notes
Diaryland
Random
RSS
others:
satchmo3
hangover
merrywitch
iooi
ubermeister
sillybitch
n-poledancer
renita
bevanandjen
echoman
elsbro
wanderboot
meli-melo
trulypoetic
melindabean
where-ocar
explodingboy
groovy-decay
pablo
mittensgirl
robspaceman
ebombmom