Thirteenth

I never say this. Never. Because I never feel it. I don't bring it up a lot either way, aside from balking at compliments because I have no idea what to do with them [aside from holding them for ransom, tyler, ilu] but really. When my looks come up I'd rather hide or change the subject. Or just bat you off with a 'pshawf' and move on.

But this is me, right now. This is me after a night of accepting compliments, and having clean fwoopy hair, and lady bug finger nails. It's also me having an issue with taking pictures face on, but whatever.



And I will say it, because right now I feel it. And I almost never do. I understand, for this short time, why girls like to feel girly. Why it's fun to be called cute and pretty. Why it's something thats important to us. I feel adorable, absolutely adorable, and I can't really explain why. But it's a good thing. And because I rarely feel it, I find it worthwhile to document. That girl, right there in that picture, is adorable, and even she thinks so.

Whats the problem with our society anyways? If you are over 130 pounds, it's like you should be ashamed of yourself automatically. Why do sticks who can only frown get paid thousands of dollars to model? Why is that ridiculous, relatively unatainable standard what we are supposed to hold ourselves as young women to?! Forget it! What is it about us that we need to look at others to fashion ourselves after them, and why is society so hung up on things that lierally make everyday women sick? Girls and women should not die from anorexia or buliemia. Our country shouldn't be so obsessed with faces and body shapes. I mean, obesity, yea, thats a proper problem. But to be tall and curvy and weigh in at 147 pounds does not make a girl fat or huge.

Now, I'm not really tall though I'm damn curvy. And i'm bigger than is healthy, and I understand that. And I dont like it. But it shouldnt be what I hate most about myself. I shouldn't have been impressed with that as a kid. It shouldn't have been put into my head. And part of it was lack of male re-inforcement. My mother and other-mothers could tell me I was cute and adorable and beautiful til I was blue in the face, but my dad asks me when I have a total of three pimples if I've ever thought about that Proactive stuff. And the lack of friend-types saying things like that isn't exactly easy.

But what I hate most of all is the idea that this little girl will ever grow up to hate herself, because she lives in a society where looks are more important than almost anything else, and that she doesn't think she's beautiful. THATS what I hate far, far more than I have ever disliked myself.

I dare someone to ever try to tell me she's not beautiful.